Transfer day

is tomorrow.

After a weekend of tetracycline, medrol, endometrin, and estrace. That’s a brutal combination loaded with side-effects like nausea, insomnia, general aches, moodiness, constipation AND diarrhea, headache… not fun. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s valium just so I can get some sleep in the afternoon because I haven’t had more than 3-4 hours a night for days now.

The transfer is scheduled for 1:15, so we have to be at the clinic by 12:30. I don’t know if we’ll get a call from the embryologist beforehand unless they have to thaw more than four to get a good one. We didn’t get a call last year. I know that I could call for an update, but I’m always of the opinion that I’d rather they be focused on their task rather than interrupted to talk to me.

I’ll try to get online to post when I get home, but no promises. Last year, the valium really kicked in in the car on the way home and I got all woozy and pretty much passed out as soon as I got through the door.

Keep sending the good vibes. I’ll take all I can get. I’ve already got my little fertility goddess in my bag with my blanket and pillow (laying on that table for 20 minutes gets chilly).  We’ve done everything we can.  We did the shots, I took the pills.  The embryologist will do her thing.  Then, it’s out of our hands.  I’m trying to work on my mindset, to allow the waters to flow around and over me gently, rather than fighting the force of the stream.  We’ll see how well I do with that.

Isn’t she pretty?  She was a gift from one of my best friends.  I love to hold her and feel her round belly.  She makes me want to learn to felt wool!  I’d love to make these.