I would rather just eat my outrageously rich coconut/almond ice cream and watch Netflix right now. Not write. Not process. Not face the fact that my body aches, is bloated, and hormonal, while my baby is not yet even inside. Two more days.
I am stronger this time around. While I’ve felt “off” on the medications and had way less energy (coupled with insomnia) these past weeks, I’ve still experienced a much more intentional time of preparation for this frozen embryo transfer. But, this week, I’m done. My butt hurts from PIO injections. My stomach is so over the daily Lupron injections. Five to six vaginal suppositories per day are no walk in the park. The migraine sucks. The bloating is the worst.
Oh, and did I mention that I’m going to be PUPO (pregnant until proven otherwise) in two days?
The uknowns have hit, and I’m having a hard time picturing my lion baby versus fearing losing it.
So, I’m going to watch Netflix while Abby naps and remain in a semi-distracted state. I’m not going to describe all of the incredible nutritional changes I’ve made the past couple of months, the supplements that I’m taking/eating daily, or the various types of physical therapy/healing that have supported this journey. That is for another post on another day. For now, I thank you for simply hanging with me and holding me up in prayers and in love.
Hugs. (Oh, and can I recommend some pencil doodling when you really need to shut off the world and just BE…)