Ok, new low: taking a nap at 1 pm. Yeah, I know, to be expected, but still I feel a bit ridiculous.
Tomorrow is our 8 week ultrasound and we need to hear a good, strong heartbeat. I find myself less overtly distressed about this one, but there is a part of me that also knows we may get bad news, not that we will, but that we may.
I have finally hit the wall with PIO (progesterone in oil) shots. We're having an increasingly hard time finding a non painful spot, and I spent the first two hours after I woke up alternating the heating pad on my hips. But the way you know I've really hit bottom, is that I inquired about the suppositories. I really disliked them last time, and now with the increase in output from the neter regions, I really loathe having one more thing to ooze out of me. So yeah, fed up with PIO.
Speaking of oozing out of my nether regions, I had a huge freak-out on Monday and called the IVF nurse, the advice nurse at my OB's and my cousin. Luckily my cousin was full of heartfelt commiseration and suggestions for managing it. I also talked to any former pregnant woman I came in contact with. It isn't as if I've ever been shy about talking about bodily things, but this is a whole new level.
The Sparkler and I are going to go lay back down on the couch. I'll updated tomorrow.
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