Yep, that’s me.
Hubby and I had sex on Saturday night (for the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long and the last time until who-knows-when), and I’ve been having cramps ever since. I’m afraid I was right about this being the mother of all periods. Yesterday was CD1, and I go back on birth control tomorrow morning. For the third time in as many months. Wait, aren’t we trying to make a baby here?
I gave Hubby his injections tonight. Poor thing, he’s so tired of them, and who can blame him? He’s been a pin cushion for well over a year.
We finally get to meet with Dr. C and our
IVF FET coordinator next Wednesday to see how our embryos fared and get this transfer scheduled. I am so ready.
But you wouldn’t know it by the way I’ve been acting lately. The cramps, bloating, moodiness, fatigue. I’m a walking Midol commercial. I came home early from work today and proceeded to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the afternoon. I just want all of this to be over.
Soon. That’s what I keep telling myself. (But I’ve been telling myself that since I started this blog. It’s even the acronym for the name of it.)
But even soon can’t get here fast enough.