Lining check went really well thankfully and currently sitting at 8.7mm which is great. I like the doctors confidence in saying ‘so lets get E a sibling!’. So it’s transfer for me on Wednesday at 11.15! It all feels a bit surreal at the moment that I could possibly be pregnant again by the end of next week. I better get in a few wines between now and then, but in all honesty I have a bit of traveler’s tummy so have been laying very low.
I had a massage yesterday which wasn’t all that good, and I was stressed that she was running behind and I had an hour between appointments to get to the clinic, stressed that I had no phone to call a cab after the clinic and just a bit stressed that I had my lining scan coming up and would my body finally be doing the right thing by me? And also the masseuse was not very good, so probably not the best time for a massage. To add insult to injury, at the end of the massage she did a head massage but her hands were full of oil, so I came out looking like someone had just dropped my hair in a deep fryer and had to hightail it to the clinic looking like that! Gross.
Getting around has been stressful… tried to leave the hotel with Uber only to promptly find my account has been banned. I’m not sure how this is even possible when I’ve never actually used it? I’ve just installed the app and put my paypal on file. So running a bit behind and not having the time to deal with it I asked the hotel to get me a cab and this lovely guy drives up – I jump in and he drives me to the clinic. He takes my room number to chargeback to the hotel and advises he is the hotel cab driver. That’s great I think and go to my appointment. After the appointment I get the clinic to call me a cab to go back to the hotel. Later in the afternoon I want to go to the waterfront so again ask the hotel to call me a cab… and the guy from this morning pulls up… turns out he had actually waited for me outside the clinic to drive me back to the hotel. I had no idea he was going to do that and felt terrible… but at the same time, he wasn’t very clear. I don’t like the idea of someone waiting for me, i like to do things in my own time. But ended up using him to get back to the hotel again as I still had no phone. Using him was no cheap exercise though at $360R which is about $36 AUD – we did get stuck in traffic on our return but I can’t help but think a normal cab would have been cheaper. If only Uber would bloody work, I’m sure that would be cheaper still. I still haven’t heard back from them.
So it’s 2am here, or it was when I woke up. I got back to the room thinking I’d have some room service dinner and watch a movie on my laptop but passed out at 7pm on the bed with the tv on… and woke up at 2am… now I’m starving and all I have to eat are some lollies I bought the other day. I don’t think my stomach will forgive me if I do that to it, so it’s cups of tea until breakfast starts at 6am. I’m hoping I can get another nap in before then though.
I picked up my Gestone/PIO/progesterone in oil shots yesterday – 10 weeks worth … the nurse said to me ‘ýou’re a brave woman taking on 10 weeks of this!’, but I did it last time and felt much more secure in using the injections over crinone. I have enough padding on my arse to buffer most of the injections, but I have to say I’m not looking forward to doing them myself. I’m used to giving myself needles but these ones are big and I have to twist around to do it and can only inject in a specific part of your butt cheek so that you don’t hit a major blood vessel, I got her to draw the quadrants on my arse in marking pen so I can just aim and shoot so to speak, I’m sure I’ll get used to it.
I’m catching up with a couple of ladies and their hubby’s from the forums tomorrow night which should be good. It’s always good to have a de-brief on these cycles. Last year we met up with a few other couples and had a great couple of dinners out. It’s funny but the men got as much out of it as the women – they take on just as much as us in this infertility caper and I think sometimes we forget. It was great to hear them talking about all the wacky trying to conceive stuff they had done over the years and just how bizarre their wives can become in this process (present company very much included). It should be a good night.
In news from the home front, hubby reported that E woke up with a wind episode and Grandma lost it saying she should go to hospital! No love, she just needs some good farts and she’ll be fine. I also suggested to the husband that Grandma might like to hold off on the yoghurt for a while as perhaps that’s not helping things. Poor little mite, apparently she’s back to her (good) self today, but I had to laugh at Grandma’s reaction. I think she’ll be very glad for me to return next week somehow.