Hello my friends. This is gonna be a quick one because I am so, so sleepy. Plus there’s not much to report.
I went for monitoring this morning and all looked good. And once again I was the only red folder in a huge sea of green, further proving what I already feared… the trial is over. This is probably it for me.
Our group orientation for the clinical trial was on December 14th of last year. So it’s conceivable (ha, see what I did there?) that the other two couples in our initial session could be pregnant right now. Heavily pregnant. Giving birth, even. That’s crazy to think about. I often wonder what happened to them, and if their stories played out very differently from ours. I hope for their sake that it did.
Transfer date is tentatively set for Saturday, which is fabulous because that means I won’t have to take an unpaid day off of work. I just have to go for blood monitoring Thursday to confirm my levels, then they’ll give me the date for sure.
PIO shots start tomorrow. Here’s the funny part – on the phone they told me to do Prometrium suppositories, which they’ve never mentioned or prescribed before. But then I was like, uhhhh no, I have three freaking bottles of Progesterone bought and paid for from last cycle, plus I’ve heard creepy stories about Smurf vag. I’ll stick with the ass injections, thanks.
And with that, I’ve realized how skewed from normal my life has become. Ass shots and Smurf vag. Eesh.
Guys…I’m getting really excited. I have a good feeling about this one for some reason. (And fair warning: obligatory “third time’s the charm” post is already in the works. Sorry, I have to).