Last stim shot of this cycle this morning, trigger tonight with a 2cc butt shot.
tomorrow, a shot-free day!
I am still frustrated about the things-that-shall-not-be-mentioned that happened (or not) this cycle but will be mulled over obsessively (not really obsessively, just often. and over and over. and often. heh.)
I am also trying to keep my wits about me, trying to keep positive, keep thinking this could work, it has worked, it might work, it would be great if it did work...
progesterone support will be suppositories that I will use in the same way as last cycle, which is to say not vaginally. my skin cannot take it. so that will be fun. ok, maybe not fun per se, but at least a diversion.
I am very aware of my ovaries, especially my right one.
I had a peach for breakfast, a juicy peach. a peachy peach. a real-in-season peach.
tonight I meet with a typist to see if I can get 6 years of writing from my notebooks onto the computer. this feels huge since it has been one of those useful roadblocks I had made for myself, yes well, I still have to type it in.... well, not really, not if someone else can read my horrid scrawl, and if I can unhook emotionally from the vulnerable place of having someone read my raw brain barf (sort of like this post)... anyway, the very fact of this meeting feels like progress.
lalala, I'm ok, really, I am,
I'm just babbling.
So happy about Sprogblogger's lovely, affirming, perfectly perfect 7w ultrasound I am teary.
And MeInsideOut's blissfully dark dark dark second line (after some bleeding and a real scare).
I am ready too. I really am.