Is killing me.
Not actually the waiting so much as the not-knowing. I have no idea how our embryos are doing.
Apparently, when you plan to do a 5- or 6-day transfer, our clinic doesn’t give any updates on day 3. They check to make sure at least some of the embryos are still dividing, but I have no clue how many of them are still going.
I can only hope that on Monday someone will be able to tell me how many were biopsied.
On the plus side, I survived my first PIO (progesterone in oil) injection, and it wasn’t so bad. It’s sore, though, and I’m sure in a few days, I won’t be able to move without one or both of my cheeks hurting.
Tomorrow morning, my friend Sincerity and I are planning to take a walk and get breakfast/brunch/lunch. I could use some physical activity, and I’m hoping it’ll help relieve some of the gas/bloating as well as the tender tush. Plus, I haven’t seen her since before the holidays, so I’m looking forward to catching up. Maybe even talking about something other than my reproductive system for once.