Baby on board

Well, couple of embryos anyway.

In the official language of the internets - I am PUPO - Pregnant until proven otherwise. Or more less positively - the dreaded two week wait. Yes, the 2ww, where every symptom is ruthlessly overanalysed, every twinge discussed and thought about, and every waking moment consumed by the need to think about something else. Its just like Disneyland but without the treats.

Old wives tales abound - rest a lot, don't rest a lot, continue your normal routine, eat pineapple, don't eat pineapple, don't have spa's or do anything to raise your temperature, have sex, don't have sex. Eat anything, eat like you are pregant. Do you see my point!

My new theory is that since crack-whores in alleys appear to be the only people actually getting pregnant at the moment, I should lie around in alleys and take lots of crack. Seriously, this could be the missing ingredient in my pregnancy attempts. Unsurprisingly, no one else seems to think this is a good idea. Bah, what would medical professionsals know anyway.

I start shooting up the rest of my drugs and add progesterone and prednisolone to the mix. Its a fairly standard routine, but since it has to be done at certain time points, it does make having a life a little tricky.

Odd things that they do on transfer day - they gave us a photo of the embryos that they were transferring. "Oh, look, they have your trophoblast"??????

They have transferred two embyros, one hatching and the other pretty close. Out of the rest only 2 are suitable for freezing, the rest are too fragmented. Still thats 3 more than last time, it just seems such a huge waste - out of 24, 4 are even possibles, let alone getting through the 2ww and then thawing.

I'm going off to quietly panic. Please stick around, little people. Stick around and grow.