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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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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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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5dp3dt

Another day past transfer, another symptom/sign to obsess over! 

vivid dreams.  like dreams that you could walk into and stay there forever, kind of vivid dreams.  coupled with…
restless nights.  waking up many times to pee, or stare at the ceiling, or just pat the dog or the boy.  not insomnia, just not too sleepy.
boob tenderness is still [...]

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3dp3dt

And the day-count marches on and on.  Only a week until I can begin obsessively testing. 
Argh. 
Let’s see:

Early am period-type cramps, centered exactly where my uterus is?  Check. (Though nowhere near as noticeable as I’m hoping they become.)
Peeing like mad all night and crossing my legs all day? Check.
Sore boobs? Check.  (But I’m still putting that [...]

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