When's the last time your doctor made a housecall?

Today Bob took the bus to Pune. Ajit drove him to the bus station, and, because the access roads in Mumbai were flooded, it took two hours to get to the bus stop! Bob was so excited to take the bus and to see the rains. He took loads of pictures, which we will post when he returns.

When I first heard of monsoon season, I thought of packing rain gear and umbrellas and proper shoes. I thought how awful for the people with the flooding and inconveniences in such a crowded, hectic city. The opposite is actually true: Indian people love the rainy season. We see it referred to as the 'romantic rains' in the paper. I guess it's equivalent to our winters in the US. You love the snow and that beautiful white blanket that covers everything; you think of curling up by a roaring fire and drinking hot chocolate, but you still resent driving to work in it! Dr. Yashodhara described the oceanfront at Nariman point here and how the local people will go and sit and wait to be washed over by an ocean wave in the high tides. She said couples sit hand in hand, families gather and the vendors sell treats like corn on the cob. She said it is beautiful and I could see by the look on her face that she was feeling warm and fuzzy inside just describing it. She said that everyone goes out and dances and celebrates in the rain during the first downpour. Monsoon season is truly a special time in India.

I was not feeling so well today. I have had my share of egg retrievals over the years and I am feeling particularly bloated and just generally sore. The doctors have called me several times throughout the day to make sure that I am okay. When I voiced to Dr. Yash that I wasn't feeling great, she insisted on coming to the hotel to check on me. Both she and Dr. Sudhir came by and she quickly examined me. She explained that because my ovaries have produced so much this time, it is normal to be a little more sore than I have been in the past. She wants me to take it easy and rest with plenty of water. She and Dr. Sudhir stayed and talked with me for well over an hour. In fact, I lost track of time, I was enjoying myself so much as I sat on my bed with my new friends and felt guilty for keeping them from their families for so long when I realized how late it was. It was so nice to be so well cared for on a medical front and beyond that, to have company while Bob is gone.

I don't mean to sound like a commercial, but I just have to voice how warm, understanding and careful of my well being Dr. Sudhir and Dr. Yashodhora are. I am amazed and astounded at the friends I have found in them, let alone the feeling of safety in my care and the care of my surrogate.

Rhonda and Gerry, a couple who has used Surrogacy India, showered their praises on how wonderful these doctors are. I'll be honest and say that my inner demon had a bit of an inner monologue with me about trusting so much. "It's their first time doing IVF, let alone surrogacy, therefore any doctor will seem wonderful to them" my demon said, "maybe they are too trusting or a little naive in the belief that a doctor could be so caring; be careful, Lisa." Well, my inner demon passed away quietly tonight as I laughed and chatted. You were completely and totally right, Rhonda. I am sorry if I ever, even just a little bit, doubted you and Gerry!

Fingers crossed, everyone! Tomorrow morning is transfer... Since only one person can go in with the surrogate for transfer, we decided Bob should take his time coming back from Pune. I am so excited about this transfer, for the first time in a long time. My heart is definitely in this cycle, as hard as I tried to stay detached. You know what? Cross your legs, too!