First off, thanks sooo much to everyone who has stopped by my blog and offered me support this cycle, whether it be via comment or just positive vibes. It is uplifting to get your kind and motivating comments, every single one has brightened my day. And yes that sounds totally cheesy but it's true.
It's too early in the game to have any juicy news to pass along. So here's the non-juicy news. Since Transfer Day, I've been sleeping 12-15 hours a day. Once I realized the progesterone is making me very sleeepy (it took until yesterday to make the connection, you'd think by now I'd have this stuff figured out), I decided to move the shots to right before bedtime so as to maximize my waking time and not feel like a complete lazy-ass. As for any bodily feelings, I felt minor cramping up until yesterday. I kind of wish the cramping would return, it makes me think something's going on in there. As for weight, I lost 3.5 pounds since Saturday. I'm sure it's water, but that's a testament to how much water was stored in my belly during stimms I suppose. My belly has been non-stop nauseous. We got a big dry-ice-filled box of Ben and Jerry's from my sister-in-law today to thank us for playing camp counselors for a week and I can't even get motivated to dip a spoon in. (Get this flavor - "Imagine Whirled Peace" -- a tribute to John Lenin made up of carmel ice cream and fudge peace signs and toffee).
I am a BAD bed rest babe - on the good side, I didn't do anything stressful. But against doctor's orders, I decided it was within the realm of bodily care to walk, so I've been walking an hour a day. Walking has actually made me feel human again after all the nap-induced fuzz-brain. But other than walking my dogs, and, oh yeah, a quick trip to the store to buy pineapple, my ass has been pretty much glued to a sofa. Luckily I work from home, so I can keep working from the sofa. If you happen to be a long-time-reader (which in the case of this blog is Feb), you may know that part of the reason I even took a job working from home (within my employer of 8 years, that is) is for all of this IF stuff. It's a hell of a lot easier to do IVF when not doing the daily commute and sneaking into bathrooms and sneaking out for frequent doctor appointments. And I know, I did the sneaking the first time 'round.
So anyway, back to this cycle. My brain is fucking with me, of course. It goes back and forth between two main themes:
#1 -- There's only a 10% chance this worked, so don't expect it to work. If it does, that's great, but if it doesn't, don't freak. You're older and your eggs are older, it's not a criticism, it's just a fact.
#2 - If you think positive and imagine the little embies becoming blasts and hatching and implanting, and send them love and pray to God (I'm a bad Catholic, not being a frequent pray-er, but the prayers have picked up significantly lately), then all the positive thinking and prayer are sure to have some impact.
Then there's the paranoia:
#1.1 -- It will be a bummer to have to tell people yet again that it didn't work. People don't want to hear about failures. It will be something you take to your death bed, that this didn't work, that you never got to leave a legacy in the form of a genetically related human. People don't just get over this.
#2.1 -- What if you're wasting positive thinking energy by talking to and praying about embies that arrested development days ago? That's borderline kooky. Talking to nothing. But then again, if time doesn't exist in heaven, then maybe a prayer today can help embies from 3 days ago.
And then there's the emotionally-intelligent me:
#1.2 -- if it doesn't work, at least I will have given it the ol' college try. Three tries is respectable. And walking away from the table before you're down too far is a smart thing to do. Plus, it will be a massive relief actually to have my life back. No more shots or doctor visits. Freedom from TTC.
#2.2 -- [well success doesn't require too much emotional intelligence, right? It seems to be needed where success is lacking.]
OK I'm a big geek because I just put my thoughts in outline numbers.
Doc has me on luteal HCG -- where I shoot it up every 3 days, last day being Friday -- so it doesn't make sense to do a HPT until probably Sunday (8dp3dt) at the earliest. Probably for the best - I'm not a good bargain shopper, so at $10 a pop, that should save me $50.
Speaking of drugs, I convinced DH to take the remaining growth hormone, seeing as I had $200 worth of it left over. His first reaction was "I hate needles." I screamed, "you wimp! I've had about a thousand shots in the last year, and you don't even want ONE!?!" Eventually he gave in and let me give him a belly shot. It was weird doing it to someone else. He had the same effect from the drug that I had -- kind of wired, and insomnia. Oh the ways we have fun in our household these days. =)
