Home again and not without drama. I left Cape Town at 7pm local time, via Johannesburg, then Perth Australia, I had a 4 hour wait in Perth before my final flight home to Melbourne. So I cleared customs and then re checked my bag for the final leg straight away in Perth. My original plan was to do my medications in Perth as it would be almost time for gestone etc. I thought I’d pack a number of meds in my carry on, on arrival I realised I’d packed all the needles, swabs, band aids etc. and forgotten the gestone vials, they were all in my checked baggage. No drama I think, I’ll just do one as soon as I get home or even at Melbourne airport before I jumped into a cab home. I didn’t get in until about 1130pm local time.
My flights were all uneventful and on time thankfully – I arrive into Melbourne excited to be home and to see E and hubby… waiting for my bag at the carousel, waiting, waiting, all other bags come off then conveyor belt stops. My bag with my meds (not to mention everything else I own) is not there. By this stage it’s almost midnight. I go to baggage services, they ring the Perth office. My bag is there, a 4 hour flight away. I burst into tears at the desk and explain to her all my medications that I should be taking NOW are in that bag. I think I dropped a few F bombs at her, cried hysterically, felt my progesterone dropping as we were speaking (not really but you know what I mean) I was irrational, I’d been on the road for 29 hours by this stage and I just wanted to be home with newly topped up gestone in my being. I’d checked that bag with 4 freaking hours to spare, how could it miss the connection? The solution was to put it on the next flight as the airline didn’t even start to courier ‘delayed’ (read lost by incompetence baggage) until 8.30am the next morning. The next flight got in at 5am so I told them I would meet that flight and collect it, I couldn’t be waiting all day for some courier delivery. I called my husband absolutely hysterical convinced I’d lose this embryo once my levels dropped. I emailed/texted anyone I knew in Melbourne who might have some progesterone left over from their cycles but as it was the middle of the bloody night no one heard my call. The cab ride home (about 36 minutes of it) I blubbered the whole way, I really feel for that cab driver in hindsight.
So my homecoming was not the joyous event I wanted it to be, it consisted of my husband talking me down from my jet lagged and hormone induced hysteria. Me beside myself with worry and trying to find any form of progesterone I might have and going through old drawers like a mad woman. There was none. E woke up momentarily and saw me from the cot so I gave her a pat and a shoosh but that was it, she was really excited to see me and was squirming around blowing raspberries at me and wiggling her whole body, so we had a cuddle and a kiss… and I tried to re-settle her. By this stage it’s 1am and I have to get up again around 4am to meet this next flight. I am beyond tired by this point and remember that I have provera which is a form of progesterone (it can be used to bring on AF or to delay AF) and while not ideal as luteal support would be a port in this progesterone storm so to speak. I don’t sleep. I lay in bed for an hour then get up and watch TV, E is restless around 4am so I get her up for a bottle, give hubby a poke (there’s no way I could drive) we get dressed, put the two dogs in the car and head to the airport. Thankfully the flight is on time and on it is a whole AFL football team who have played a match in Perth the night before, so of course EVERY bag that comes off the conveyor belt is a Richmond Football Club bag. I look over at ‘baggage services’ where I lost my shit the night before and there is my bag. I felt like angels sang when I saw it. We all head back to the car – husband gives me an injection in the arse and we all head home. I’m finally in bed at 7am…
In other news I’m just coming up to 4 days past my 5 day transfer. I’ve already peed on a stick, you know I have. And you would know like me that it was negative… way too early. If you take into account time differences it’s still only 3.5dp5dt in Cape Town so I’m really just peeing on those sticks to keep myself amused at this stage. I was trying to tell myself I wouldn’t do it until 5dp5dt but lets face it, I’m weak.
I’ve had a few twinges here and there, hot flashes, cramps in my calves and legs and it would seem, insomnia (considering I’m up typing this at 3.30am) but all that can be attributed to drugs, long haul flights and jet lag. I also had a bit of spotting on the toilet paper when I got home hysterical last night – I was convinced then it was my progesterone dropping, but perhaps, fingers crossed it might have been something else. I’m trying to visualise my little embryo currently nestling into my uterine wall and dividing and growing. In a couple more days we’ll know…. But God I hate the two week wait!