11dp3dt

Nope.  Nothing good to report.  Negative HPT.  Wish I could just have the damned beta test tomorrow to get it done with, because, yes, I’ll still test each morning, and I’ll keep stabbing myself with the needles of pain each night, and I’ll ingest the fucking prednisone (which prescription I’ll need to renew on Monday [...]

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10dp3dt

Not a good day. 
Negative HPT this morning.  By 10 days past my previous 2 day transfer, I was getting a positive, even with my low HCG numbers.  This was 10 days past a 3 day transfer.  If it was there, I would have seen it.  But even using the best, most pristine morning urine, (hoarded [...]

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9dp3dt (or, how I survived another Thanksgiving dinner without a child.)

How to have a happy family holiday.
The main course is, of course, stuffing.  Yeah, yeah, it’s wrapped in a big old honkin’ turkey, succulent breast, plump drumsticks, and all that.  But really, let’s be honest: the point of a family holiday meal is the delectable stuffing which, if prepared right, will take on all the [...]

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7dp3dt – Thank you.

Sleepless.  Vivid dreams.  Breasts getting more & more tender.  Cramps increasing, (though ever since the miscarriage I’ve been crampier than previous.  Also, it sort of “reset” my definitions of cramps, so I’m not even sure I’m remembering last spring all that correctly.  Suffice it to say that my uterus is twinge-y, my lower back is [...]

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6dp3dt

Crampy.  Constipated.  Sore, but not pregnant sore boobs.  Vivid dreams.  Luteal-phase clear skin. Internets, I don’t feel pregnant, I feel premenstrual.  
Which bums me the hell out.  
And yes, before you jump in to reassure/remind me about the complete inability of an IVFing woman to exhibit anything like rational thought, let alone calmly perform a [...]

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