No one really knows, but we’re going with “it’s looking good unless you hear otherwise from us regarding your HCG numbers.”
And, since my HCG detectors (otherwise known as my not-even-a-little-bit-sore-at-all breasts) say that my numbers have plummeted over the last 48 hours, I’m not worried.
No, really. Not worried at all. Not even a little.
Actually, he did a pretty thorough (ouch) exam, and said everything looked just the way he’d expect it to at a normal day 2 past a chemical pregnancy. I don’t think he’s concerned about an ectopic, so therefore I’m not feeling too concerned, either. My body is definitely casting this one out on its own, and I haven’t had any weird pain. Thank god. This is a rough period, but nothing unbearable.
Let’s see, in other news, my doctor reminded me that I have a beautiful uterus; even though the rest of my innards might be fighting us on everything, Ms.Uterus is on-board & ready to go. (I reminded him that my uterus would prefer being fabulous to being beautiful. Beauty – even in internal organs – never lasts, y’know.)
Not much else to report until 4 o’clock when I should get my numbers and find out if I’m starting stims tomorrow. If I can start tomorrow, this is going to be an easy-peasy cycle. No Lupron, and only one Menopur injection per day instead of two. He’ll prescribe the slow-down med later, apparently. And I’m back on prednisone, as of tomorrow. Grr.
Speaking of growling…The dog ate the cap off the boy’s toothpaste sometime in the night. To punish him for putting her in the crate during dinner, I’m thinking. Poor Nellie. Part of the problem is that we haven’t been able to find her big bag o’ rawhide chew-treats since youngest daughter’s Thanksgiving party. And I’ve been too busy to get to the pet store for another bag. So her chewing-muscles have been sadly underworked. Plus, you know, transfered frustration. If chewing up a tube of toothpaste made me feel as relaxed as it does her, I’d be stealing Crest, too. You go, Nellie!