ONE WEEK and Counting

Well, Friday was tough; walking into a building that was once a happy place of monumental hope that quickly turned into a sad place of doubt and uncertainty.  Floor 6 please {for the millionth time}.

Blood work was first, followed by the beloved vag cam that I've had a near 3-month break from.  Oh, the joys.  My lining was already 8.1mm which looked good.  They'd like it to be at least 8.5mm by transfer.  My estradiol was around 87 and they'd like it to be around 100.  This meant that instead of adding 2 patches Saturday, I would add 3, for a total of 5!!!  Good Lord, that's a lot of lady hormones.

I went again today; this time for a doctor's sono.  He's FINALLY back from vacation...the vacation that delayed my FET by 3 weeks.  I hope it was worth it!!!  Anyhow, he didn't give me numbers but said, "We're ready."  I didn't get a phone call this afternoon, so I'm to remain on 5 patches that alternate {on DIFFERENT days...it's madness}.

Last Lupron is tomorrow which is great because this morning's shot was strangely painful.  PIO shots start Wednesday and this round, I'll be doing 1/2cc in the morning and 1/2cc 10-12 hours later.  I'm going to be FINE but I haven't completely wrapped my brain around the gigantic needles this time...and TWICE a day...ugh.  My husband works late nights, so we're going to have to be creative {and by creative, I mean car shots}.  WOWZERS.

So, next Monday it is!  I'll go in at noon and the transfer will be at 12:30.  We'll be transferring 2 grade A snowbabies.  Thaw safely, sweet little ones!  I love you already.

I asked my hubby in the car, "Babe, we're gonna be alright if this doesn't work, right?"  He said, "Yeah, we are."  I know we'll be alright, regardless of the outcome.  I do have hope, but I'm more guarded this time around...