7dp3dt-Back To The Grind

It's been a week today since Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern were squirted back into the cushy little condo that I call "The Love Shack" (aka, the uterus). Only four days to go. It will probably be the four longest days in the history of womankind.

Sunday's progesterone/estradiol check showed that all is well; so now, we just wait. No dildocam though........or, as Sean called it the other day.....the "Womb Wand".

And people say that I'm the funny one.

I did buy Evil Pee Sticks. And, yes, I even "tested" one out this afternoon-nothing there yet. Of course I could feasibly say that it's waaay to early to indulge in my addiction. Or I could say that it didn't work.

I'm going with the former-it's better for morale.

Let's see, is there anything on the "obsessing over symptoms" front yet? Well, I've been exhausted for the past few days, but that could be happening because I've gone back to work after sitting on my fat ass all summer. I've had a few headaches-I had one so bad this morning that it woke me up early and I had to grab for the Tylenol. I think that it's sinus though. I did feel nauseated after lunch today (due to headache, I think). I took more Tylenol, but the queasiness got worse for a bit, then went away-I actually thought for a split second that I was going to yak during my kindergarten class (which would have traumatized them, I'm sure), but it passed. Again, probably because of headache. No sore tits, though. A little crampy feeling at times, but not painful-it feels more like when you think your period is on it's way, but you know it's not time yet. What a mind fuck.

I do have to say that one really good "side-effect" of the meds is the lovely clearing of my skin-I haven't had my skin look this good in AGES! I feel sexy........now, if only big, bloated wobbly bellies were considered sexy, I'd be a veritable goddess of perfection....*snigger*

I've decided that I'm going to test-as to when I'll start, I'm not sure yet. I bought a box of tests that had a freebie in it, so I've now got three tests. I'm sort of scared to test, though. The last time I tested for a FET, I got a positive, and then later all hell broke loose. In some ways, I don't want to know. But, in another way, I want to at least prepare myself if it is negative, so as not to put Hope into that chair the morning of the beta blood draw. I don't need her ass in there if I'm not.....well, you know the word. I won't say it here....the word in the infertility world is like saying "MacBeth" in a theater (or, as we learned to say, the "Scottish Play")-just bad luck all around.

I'm starting to go a little stir-crazy with this wait. The jury is still out as to whether this worked or not-I just can't "tell" from my body right now, since it's hopped up with hormones. Just frustrating.

Time to take a catnap before the Sean-a-nator gets home (sans dinner tonight--I'm too beat to cook). I'll try to come back again with some sort of thing.....perhaps a 100 Things You'd Like To Know About Me?

Not that I think anyone gives a rat's ass about my life, but perhaps it will help in distracting me for........hopefully......four more days.

Four days.