and I don’t feel like cleaning the kitchen. Although I do feel like making power muffins, which means I have to clean the kitchen. So, I’m blogging instead.
We’re two days past transfer. I think it was a 5-day blast, but I’m not sure. I know there’s one that went to 6 days before they froze it. Who knows. Beta is one week from today, that’s all that really matters.
I decided to take a trip down memory lane and read back through the massive (and massively boring) Stealth FET post from last year. Interestingly enough, I’d been describing how I feel right now with almost the exact same words I used then. I’m tired enough to fall asleep if I hold still for any length of time. I’ve got this sort of constant, low-level crampy heaviness going on. Fortunately I do NOT have the sore hips because (happy dance) I don’t have to do PIO. I love the endometrin. I want to marry the endometrin. I’m not reading anything into the fact that I feel the same way I did before and I got pregnant that time. Progesterone easily explains how I feel and it’s been two days. It is reassuring to know that nothing different is going on. I like reassuring.
Oh, and sorry, like last time I feel absolutely no urge to take a HPT before the beta. For a girl who starts begging for hints about her Christmas presents shortly after Halloween that’s pretty impressive. I’ve learned the lesson. If I kept getting negatives, I’d just be pissy about having to continue the pills and progesterone AND having to have blood drawn. If I got positives, well, I’ve done this enough to know there’s no way I’m getting a positive THIS early. Nah. I’ll just wait. I’d rather just get my misery or excitement in one swell foop. Oh, and beta day is Shannon’s birthday. Isn’t that just lovely? That will be one hell of a birthday present either way.