Consider me PUPO

The Vancouver housing market is insane.  A report that came out yesterday posited "Vancouver residents could expect to spend 92.5% of their pre-tax income on home ownership costs, including mortgage payments, utilities and property taxes."  In-freaking-sane.  That's why Sweets and I bought a townhouse in the 'burbs.  Granted, a townhouse in the 'burbs is the price of a home in Calgary.  Ugh....  

Where is this going?  Well, while housing costs are lower "across the bridge", when it comes to commuting, we suburbanites are slaves to traffic.  Our clinic is a good 40-50 mins away, almost in the heart of Vancouver.  This morning, three out of the 4 routes into the city had major accidents on them.  Not good.  Sweets is a slow mover in the morning but when he heard that we had to take the dreaded Port Mann into the city, he started moving double time.  Fortunately, while the traffic was not the best, I've seen it worse.  We actually got to the clinic only 3 minutes late.   Three minutes.  Wow.  I was expecting about 15-20 minutes late.  

After changing into my gown, the embryologist escorted us into the treatment room and got me seated on the table.  "You've got some very good embryos."  What?  Good embryos?  Us?  Is she mistaken?  She showed me the patient information sheet and said,  "Yes, you are transferring 3 8 cell embryos.  They are grade 1.  Very good."  She went on to explain, "We froze 5 of the embryos and are culturing 2 more to blastocyst stage.  They are good embryos too."  The remaining embryos are mainly grades 1 and 2.  There is one grade 4.  Sweets and I were both gobsmacked.  Wow!  What a difference a couple of months makes.

  Dr. A., who did the retrieval, performed the transfer as well.  I researched her a little online.  Apparently, she's the one of the best in Canada in the field of endometriosis and one of the early adopters in Canada of advanced laparoscopic surgical techniques  No wonder my retrieval went so well. 

As usual, Sweets has been awesome. He has insisted on me stretching out in the car on the way home.  When we got home, he asked "Do you need some help out of the car?"  LOL   What a sweetheart.

Now here I am.  Relaxing on the couch with my kitties, hoping and praying that one of those little guys takes.  

This is gonna be a long two weeks.