...that somebody loved me. No, sorry, that was just for Pru and Pamplemousse's benefit.
Last night I dreamt that we went back to the clinic. Actually just I went back to the clinic. One of the embryologists was there with my mother, looking at my ultrasound pictures (not sure how they did them without me but somehow this didn't matter in the dream). They handed me a newspaper article - it looked like the Daily Telegraph - which had a detailed "artist's impression" picture showing my embryos and where they had implanted. That's right, embryos. One had implanted high in the left wall of the uterus - which is where we saw our gestational sac on Tuesday. The other was hard to see but it was right down near the cervix. "That means placenta previa," I noted to the embryologist. He nodded sagely. The embryos were drawn in a vaguely humanoid shape, surrounded by vasculature, and the wall of the uterus showed similar detail.
I then had a conversation with my mother who was very angry about something. She had donated her eggs, but I hadn't used them, and something had gone wrong with the egg collection procedure and one of her ovaries had been messed up. She was in a bed in the middle of the clinic. I tried to resolve things but we didn't quite manage to.
Then I left the clinic and went to meet one of my teams. They were having an outing at a castle. I was clutching the Daily Telegraph article, and kept looking for other copies of the Daily Telegraph to buy. It was a hot day. I realised that I'd left the clinic without knowing if the embryos had a heartbeat. I thought it would have been pretty cruel to give me that newspaper article if they didn't have a heartbeat, but still I really wanted to check. So I was alternately calling my mother and the clinic to try and find out, but no one was answering.
At some point my team wanted to climb up to a burial mound on the top of a very steep hill so I decided I wouldn't join them. I wandered off through the town and came across my sister-in-law to be (not either of my current SILs) who was looking for a place to get married outside. One of our family friends had a great house in this town we were in, with access to a communal garden, and this SIL was scoping it out. She decided it was not for her, but not before we'd spent time in this friend's house, who turned out to also be some kind of cousin with lots of family photos arranged on her piano. The SIL decided to get married somewhere in the US. I'm still trying to call the clinic.
I was very much involved in the dream. It had seemed totally real despite the wierdness. I believed it. Both embryos. Twins. Sometime after that I woke up. And it wasn't true.