Spent the afternoon braving Target with C before coming home to tidy up and mentally & emotionally prepare myself for tomorrow. Tomorrow is Transfer Day. We will transfer 1 wonderful embryo with the hopes of seeing two pink lines 10 days later. I always think I'm going to need help staying busy during the TWW (two week wait) but the time seems to fly because 1. I cheat and use the home pregnancy test and 2. I have a four-year-old who keeps me moving!
I count the days by the shots I take in my hip. The first few days seemed okay and truthfully, they all have been... some soreness but overall, I expect things to get way worse. The hardest part for my body has been the bruising. I bruise if you look at me wrong so you can imagine the struggle my body is having with these intramuscular injections...
... and my fall down the stairs at the cabin. No joke, Friday night, I was walking down the stairs to our room in socks (first mistake) and thought I was being so careful and slow because I know the spot on the stairs to avoid waking my tiny human and the next thing I know, I am flat on my ass at the bottom. Luckily, I fell at the bottom and it was a one or two step situation. The bruise on my back looks like I was in a terrible car wreck. It is purple and ugly and makes the injection bruises look like nothin'. Perspective, I suppose.
The candles are lit, the counters are clean, laundry is tackled (for the moment), and dinner is in the oven. Breathing deeply and reminding myself that there's not a single thing I can do to make this successful or unsuccessful.
Here's hopin'.
xo
-D
I count the days by the shots I take in my hip. The first few days seemed okay and truthfully, they all have been... some soreness but overall, I expect things to get way worse. The hardest part for my body has been the bruising. I bruise if you look at me wrong so you can imagine the struggle my body is having with these intramuscular injections...
... and my fall down the stairs at the cabin. No joke, Friday night, I was walking down the stairs to our room in socks (first mistake) and thought I was being so careful and slow because I know the spot on the stairs to avoid waking my tiny human and the next thing I know, I am flat on my ass at the bottom. Luckily, I fell at the bottom and it was a one or two step situation. The bruise on my back looks like I was in a terrible car wreck. It is purple and ugly and makes the injection bruises look like nothin'. Perspective, I suppose.
The candles are lit, the counters are clean, laundry is tackled (for the moment), and dinner is in the oven. Breathing deeply and reminding myself that there's not a single thing I can do to make this successful or unsuccessful.
Here's hopin'.
xo
-D
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