Pregnant until you tell me otherwise

I'm now pregnant until someone tells me otherwise.  The transfer on Friday went off without a hitch.  We arrived at the hospital at 7 and were out of there in no time.  It was weird, the nurse allowed me to pee before I took my ibuprofen and Valium.  They didn't allow that last time.

Bedrest was a drag.  I'm not good at sitting still, let alone laying in only 3 positions.  Eating and drinking were quite the experience.  Thank goodness for straws and big towels that catch random drippings and crumbs of whatever.  It was a long 3 days, made even longer by the fact that our A/C decided to stop working on Sunday.  We live on the Texas Gulf Coast and it's June - you're in big trouble if it goes out.  You can't bring enough oscillating fans into the bedroom of a woman on bedrest.

Today was the first day back at work.  Trying to stay low-key and stress-free for the most part, but that's yet to be seen.  My coworkers are crazy and crazy is contagious.  I may have to put police tape up around my door to prevent it from coming into my work area.

Our pregnancy test is a week from Friday.  This 2WW (two week wait) is going to kick my butt.  I want to know now even though I fear failure again.  I don't think you ever lose that fear after you've had a failed cycle.  I keep hoping David will be positive enough for both of us.  I just need to pick up a hobby to keep my mind occupied until then.

Transfer Eve...

We go in tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. for our transfer.  I'm trying to relax but the thought of my imminent progesterone shot is ruining it for me.  I've been bruising pretty badly on these.  It's odd because I never once bruised for our first cycle.  All the random side effects are coming out of the woodwork this time around - I'm bloated, exhausted, moody and now apparently bruised.  No amount of Hello Kitty band aids can fix this.

I shouldn't complain.  David's been awesome through all this again.  Last week he went and bought me sour gummy worms to eat after my blood work and today he went and bought me bath fizzies from Lush and Bride Wars so I could relax tonight.  He's such an awesome husband.  He'll do a spectacular job once again during my bed rest.

It's time to prep my injection, change my estrogen patch and take a Medrol.  Something good is going to happen tomorrow.  I can feel it.

Let's get this show on the road

So a long long time ago, my FET was initially planned for this Friday.  However, my body decided it didn't really want to participate and I couldn't get my menstrual cycle to regulate after the failed IVF cycle.  I ended up being like 2 weeks late and had to push everything back.  Thank you for that, Mother Nature.  Have I told you lately how great I think you are?

Anyway, I dealt with it and became okay with the pushed back schedule.  Well...  Not really okay with it, I'm obviously in a hurry because I'm tired of not getting pregnant.  Today my body decided it wanted to fast forward things and my period started several days early.  Ugh.  I'm early.  I'm late.  I'm all sorts of messed up right now.  I can't keep up with our calendar for this anymore.  It changes too often.

The good news is that this will likely push up our transfer.  Yea for that.  

This means that tomorrow morning is my baseline ultrasound and bloodwork.  Nothing says good morning like a vaginal ultrasound and some inevitably rolling veins.  But it also means we're thisclose to the transfer and hopefully a baby!  

So bring it on, I'm ready.