Thank you for your support yesterday. I've been feeling a little hyper-sensitive to everything lately, and yesterday was the smack in the face I knew might be coming, but I tried to ignore.
I feel better about things today, and not about to let a little bump in the road derail the process. The fact is, I know deep down that these embies are much better inside me than in a petri dish in the lab. So, I will continue to root for Faith, Hope, and Charity to hang on.
So here we are, 4dp3dt. I'm feeling... eh, okay I guess. Here's the thing abut being a recurrent miscarrrier... I know pregnant like nobody's business.
I've been pregnant 6 times now (ain't that a laugh), and I know every little signal of being pregnant. Yep, I'm a veteran so to speak, and in this realm of the 2WW, I know TOO MUCH for my own damn good. Hell, the last two pregnancies I didn't even need to test. Which is harder I think, because I can't be fooled.
As you might imagine, today commences "symptom watch" and... except for some heaviness in the uterine area, nothing worth mentioning at the moment.
This morning I went for my obligatory progesterone check at the RE, and the nurse reminded me to take it easy. I plan to, but here's the thing that might just drive me to the edge over the next week.... I'm not working (remember? my company sabbatical?). So I don't even have work as a diversion. This should be fun.
Oh, and did I mention my beta date?
September 1st, one week from today... Labor Day.
Kind of ironic, no?