…is not just rolling, it is suddenly spinning at a mind-boggling rpm.
Tonight is the first night in 38 days that I will not have to give myself an injection.
No alcohol wipes, which are drying out my index finger and thumb to the point I can snag my nylons.
No need to remember just which thigh did I inject last night and then thinking oh shit!after I realize after I gave myself the Lupron that it was the same thigh.
No need to use a freckle or mole as my target area.
Unfortunately, tonight is my only reprieve from the needle.
Tomorrow night I start the PIO.
Friday morning Mr. DD goes in to provide the sample for spinning and washing and fertilization of our donors eggs.
I will then be contacted on Saturday regarding fertilization status. I’ve forgotten just how stressful those three days between retrieval and transfer can be.
Transfer will be Monday, if there’s anything worth a crap to transfer, which I’m pretty sure there will be but the pessimistic side of me also knows that it’s within the realm of possibility that there won’t.
The realm of possibility…
Today I moved my 23rd bloglines’ feed from “Infertility Sucks” to “Pregnant and Hating It” category on bloglines. It marks the first time since I started blogging over two years ago that the pregnant have outnumbered the waiting.
For those who have made it to that next category, forgive me if I don’t stop by much, if at all, these next few weeks. It’s too hard for me to do. I can blame the timing, or my hormones, or my busy schedule, but it’s none of these.
I just can’t bear to be the one to break the streak that seems to be running rampant lately and maybe by distancing myself a little before that possibility, it won’t be so noticeable if I stop coming by indefinitely.