Alright! Two out of three remaining Rotties are in.
I tried to cancel this transfer or at least delay it, but Witch Doctor wasn't having it. So, it's done. Here are the things I'd like to address.
1. Is anyone else perplexed when they're told to arrive with a full bladder, but not so full that you can't hold it? Uhm.....Since I'm not in the habit of testing my bladder, I don't really know how much liquid will give me the desired effect of full, but not leaking. Needless to say, I over shot it today. I had to let out a little. Oops!
2. The funniest thing happened when we arrived. My husband was so freaking nervous that I was comforting him. We both had to laugh at that. LOL! I reminded him that I was the one who would have a catheter rammed up my privates. He couldn't dispute that. All of his nervousness went away, or he pretended it did.
3. I really hope anyone going through something like this has a really great partner. This particular transfer was really difficult for me, as I no longer have grand illusions of being special enough to get a baby out of this. My husband wouldn't let my misery stop his optimism. I really love him for it. (Did I write really enough?)
Since I'm supposed to test on Christmas, which is a Wednesday, Doc told me just to get my blood drawn on Monday. I'm still torn, guys. I've been through this before. No matter how you prepare, a negative hurts TREMENDOUSLY. However, I also have no patience. But I think my need to not spiral into sadness and enjoy my Father-in-law's visit, will actually outweigh my impatience. My Father-in-law's birthday is Christmas Eve for goodness sake.
We'll see. I'm just resting now, and trying to get out all of my thoughts. Hopefully, that will keep me from obsessing over it in the days to come.
Oh...switching subjects now. Last night, a friend of mine told me she'd just found out she was pregnant with twins. I'm happy for her, but heartbroken for me. I love my friend, but she wasn't infertile. She didn't get pregnant in three months, freaked out, and lied to her doctor to get clomid. Now she's having twins. I'll be by her side, as MY dream comes true for her. Again, I'm happy for her, but it still stings ALOT. *bitter, party of one over here :-) *
Side Note: I will continue estrogen shots every three days. Plus, I'll take progesterone shots and inserts daily. Yay for butt shots!
I tried to cancel this transfer or at least delay it, but Witch Doctor wasn't having it. So, it's done. Here are the things I'd like to address.
1. Is anyone else perplexed when they're told to arrive with a full bladder, but not so full that you can't hold it? Uhm.....Since I'm not in the habit of testing my bladder, I don't really know how much liquid will give me the desired effect of full, but not leaking. Needless to say, I over shot it today. I had to let out a little. Oops!
2. The funniest thing happened when we arrived. My husband was so freaking nervous that I was comforting him. We both had to laugh at that. LOL! I reminded him that I was the one who would have a catheter rammed up my privates. He couldn't dispute that. All of his nervousness went away, or he pretended it did.
3. I really hope anyone going through something like this has a really great partner. This particular transfer was really difficult for me, as I no longer have grand illusions of being special enough to get a baby out of this. My husband wouldn't let my misery stop his optimism. I really love him for it. (Did I write really enough?)
Since I'm supposed to test on Christmas, which is a Wednesday, Doc told me just to get my blood drawn on Monday. I'm still torn, guys. I've been through this before. No matter how you prepare, a negative hurts TREMENDOUSLY. However, I also have no patience. But I think my need to not spiral into sadness and enjoy my Father-in-law's visit, will actually outweigh my impatience. My Father-in-law's birthday is Christmas Eve for goodness sake.
We'll see. I'm just resting now, and trying to get out all of my thoughts. Hopefully, that will keep me from obsessing over it in the days to come.
Oh...switching subjects now. Last night, a friend of mine told me she'd just found out she was pregnant with twins. I'm happy for her, but heartbroken for me. I love my friend, but she wasn't infertile. She didn't get pregnant in three months, freaked out, and lied to her doctor to get clomid. Now she's having twins. I'll be by her side, as MY dream comes true for her. Again, I'm happy for her, but it still stings ALOT. *bitter, party of one over here :-) *
Side Note: I will continue estrogen shots every three days. Plus, I'll take progesterone shots and inserts daily. Yay for butt shots!
M is much the same way...I'm the negative one, he keeps holding out hope and dragging me along. It's really a prerequisite for going through this, I think. Congrats on the transfer, and I really hope you get to be pregnant right along with your friend. And if not...bitter can be party of two, cause I'm in!
ReplyDeleteAramis, you have a standing invitation to all my parties.
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