Progesterone makes me feel angry.
I always assumed if I would have any mood swings at all during this process, it would be the kind where I am tearing up over a picture of a kitten one minute, and desperately stuffing my face with ice cream the next. I thought it would be messy emotion-wise, but generally harmless; all soppy stories and The Feels, maybe being a bit snappish when I can’t have as much coffee as I’d like or when I hate how bloated I look.
Instead, I feel like I want to commit murder.
I am self-aware enough not to actually do anything too horrible, but the rage is fierce this cycle. I am on ten items of medication a day, that alone requires a lot of planning and keeping track of each moment, I have zero shits left to give about anything else!
Poor Jo has attempted to hug me more than once only to hear an absolute ‘NO’. I despise this latest addition in medication and can’t help but be vocal about it. This all SUCKS! * waves a fist *
But is it at least worth it?
I’m back in London, in the same little office, getting yet another scan. I know what the consultant is looking for, so I look along on the sonogram screen and actually announce it before she does (oops) – a triple layer endometrium! I have a lining of more than 8mm, which means I have responded really well to the medication, and that gives us a transfer date.
Just days from now, they are going to defrost one of our embryos, and put it back. This is it! All systems are a go, all hormones as well, this is not a drill, we are going in for an embryo transfer in less than 48 hours!
Aaaaaaah – fingers crossed!!! * g *
Crossing every body parts possible right now. Fingers, toes, arms, legs and… well, that’s pretty much it. All the best with the transfer, hoping to read good news soon.
Thank you so much! We should know in about two weeks… Omg omg! *g*