I'm also positively thinking that these Endometrin inserts have got to be the most disgusting thing ever. Ew. I've never had to wear protective gear before but man I'm buying stock in Always now.
OK, grossness over. Let's move on.
So, the procedure went well. Now I'm waiting. Waiting to be tested. Waiting for that internal womanly know-it-all sonar to go off so that I can smile confidently and smugly at my husband and go "I just know I am." Not like he would believe me anyway. He'll believe in the blood test. That's it.
Pah. I laugh at your blood test! I think the blood test should be optional. Really. It's just insult to injury when you know that test is going to be negative. Not only do you have to drag yourself down there, you have to be jabbed with a sharp object, trade your blood for a cotton ball, and then receive a phone call later to confirm what you knew six hours earlier. Gee, thanks. It's negative? Good, because I was pretty sure that stick I peed on this morning was a total lie when I got this:
In all seriousness - can't I just decline? Can I call them when I get a positive test or my period is late and THEN I'll donate blood?
I'm trying to be positive about this whole conversion thing. Really, though, if I thought an IUI would work would have done that in the first place. The odds are really against us.
It's going to be hard to come up with interesting things to post about in the next 8 days. Not much else to do but wait. Can't test early - HcG shot makes everything positive anyway. Can't rely on basal body temperature - supplementing with progesterone throws those off too. Maybe I'll do some flashback posts.
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