Nothing too interesting this weekend, which is exactly what I wanted. Tim worked Saturday so I took the whole day cleaning the house. Sunday we spent at church, at breakfast, then on the couch. We fell asleep watching NASCAR, but after about an hour I woke up and went upstairs to get my Kindle. Walked back downstairs, tripped on the stairs, and fell hard. Miranda came running to me and Tim woke up, also running to the stairs. I now have a bruise size of Kentucky on the left side of my ass, measuring about a few inches across (okay, so really the size of Rhode Island). My butt hurt so bad that I didn't realize that my elbow was bleeding, so when I toddled my way over to sit down I ended up bleeding on the blanket and the couch. Problem fixed with a princess band-aid and lots of leaning on my right side.
This isn't really significant, except that I made the major mistake of Googling progesterone in oil shots and whether or not they hurt. I start them next week, and they go right into the tush. Turns out, majority says that they suck. So, I was really taking in my last week of my butt being pain-free. I guess the stairs had a different idea, huh?
Not weekend related, but today I had a dentist appointment and the dental assistant asked if I had any kids. I told her what I always tell people: I have two, but they passed away. She kinda awkwardly laughed and said sorry and then went on to tell me that her sister is bugging her nephew not to have children because she doesn't want to be a grandmother.
Real nice, lady. Meanwhile, my gums are bleeding like an mf'er because apparently, healthy gums hurt more at dental cleanings. Also nice.
The big news at our house is that we are nine days away from embryo transfer. NINE. I'm so nervous, and I'd really like some tequila right now but I've sworn off drinking during IVF/FET cycles. I need this to work. My husband needs this to work. I need to bring a healthy baby home. Now. I just really need something positive to look forward to. I'm beginning to wonder how I'll tell my husband I'm pregnant again. I really shouldn't though, because the odds are against us. On the bright side, I have been promised sushi and a trip to Six Flags if the test is negative.
Since no one saw me bruise my butt, I will leave you with these poor people falling down the stairs:
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Hi Krystal, sorry for the fall. I did the PIO shots and yes, they hurt. I remember some crying being involved because at that point in the process, I was just done being a pin cushion. Praying for you that the transfer goes well and that you get the happy news you deserve! Anna
ReplyDeleteThanks Anna. Infertility is so unfair, isn't it??? I understand not wanting to be a pin cushion. My belly is full of marks from my shots.
DeleteNINE DAYS!! Ahhh! My fingers are crossed so hard for you. And your butt :-)
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