So many things are happening!
First: I got my letter from the Cleveland Clinic regarding my frozen embryos.
Two were frozen at cleavage stage (day 3)
Two were frozen at morula/compacting stage
Four were frozen at blastocyst stage
In case you misplaced your basic math skillz: 8 FROZEN EMBRYOS!!!!!!!!!
I am so happy with this number that I practically tore off my own face. Now we have 11 total ice ice babies, a number that makes me squee just thinking about it!
My body is freaking the fuck out right now.
My abs are tight, like I just did 100 crunches. And Internet, you and I both know that the most exercise I've gotten lately involves lifting a fork to my mouth and moving the new heft that is my bloated abdomen. Moo.
OHSS? Not getting better. Still looking pretty pregnant. Or fat, I guess. I'm pretty uncomfortable but coping with it. I don't have one single pair of pants that fit around my massive girth.
Cramps. I haz dem. Like my period is coming tomorrow.
My butt is killing me. I feel like someone kicked my ass, literally. With pointy toe shoes. And steel toes. And a bad attitude. I've actually decided to quit the progesterone in oil shots and switch to the suppositories.
WARNING: If you will be starting the PIO shots soon, do not read the next paragraph unless you want to be horrified and terrified by my tale of woe. Just skip one paragraph, and don't say I didn't warn you.
OK, so last week when Mark gave me a PIO shot on the right side, my entire buttcheek went numb. It was numb for a few days, then turned crazy tingly and tender, like a burn. A few days later, doing a shot on that same side, I got the worst cramp in my hip that I've ever had - it went all the way down my leg and I couldn't stand up. It cramped for about 5 minutes and then slowly eased up. So yeah, not subjecting myself to that anymore.
OK - safe to read again without getting all scurred...
Hmmm....let's see, what else happened? Um, I got to pick up my car from the shop, and was so glad to get rid of the rental car that smelled like dirty feet and wet dog.
I made delicious BBQ chicken on the grill...
I painted my toenails a very cheerful pink...
I read two books...
And this also happened...
A beautiful, big fat positive pregnancy test at 12 days past 3 day transfer.
It's been a good week, friends.