The absent parent.

I have been the absent mommy from my girls for almost 2 weeks.

As I was gathering up some fallen clothes from the hamper, I looked in and realized I didn't remember them wearing any of these clothes. In all honesty, I've only seen my girls for about a day in two weeks.

Ugh.

I spent a fabulous weekend with them 2 weeks ago and then we had spent a lot of time coloring, etc after my Embryo Transfer last Monday. I was on bed rest and I was ooo-ing and aww-ing over the glassy picture of my 4 beautiful embryos. I showed Ella and told her they were "baby eggs" and we were trying to grow them. But, as all seeds (or eggs in this case), they don't always grow. I told her that we hope they will, but there is a good chance they won't grow at all.

She told ~everyone~ mommy had 4 baby eggs and wants a sister and a brother. She asked which of the eggs were boys and which were girls. She hoped their were both. Every time she mentioned them, I warned that they probably won't grow, but we're hoping they do.

I had to tell her this morning that all the baby eggs did not grow.

She looked at me and thought about it and said "okay" with a look of sorrow on her face.

And that was my time with her today. And off to work I went. After the ET, I had to fly to Boston. I came back late Saturday afternoon, had Mother's day with the girls and then half way through, I had to work again. Then, I've been at the office for 14-16 hours a day and see them for 5 minutes in the mornings.

This all sucks.