Progesterone Under My Pilla

I wish I had thought of this before I got three shots in the ass that left me with golf ball size lumps and bruises.

It's winter...obviously. And it's cold. The Progesterone is in sesame oil and it's supposed to be kept between 68-77 degrees. Well, it's colder than that at night in our house. But a few days ago I had the brilliant idea to put the vial under my pillow before bed. Now when the Mister gets up for work (and hollers that he's ready to "stick it to me") I draw up the PIO and it's not thick nor at an Arctic temperature thats leaves me with a sore tushy. Well, the tushy is still sore but it's not so bad.

We leave tomorrow to go pick-up the sweet peas. Thaw and transfer is on Friday. I'll have acupuncture before and after. I'll also surround myself with laughter and good food while chillin' on the couch.

Say a prayer or two for all of us. We could use some good vibes on our side.

Locked and Loaded

It's been a good week. Crazy busy at work for both the Mister and I but we got a lot accomplished. We have a new lease for our next house...deposit made and signed on the dotted line. We're organizing for our taxes and packing is slowing getting done. Slowly. But surely at least.

I had a follow-up ultra-sound yesterday and have a nice thick lining for our little embryos to snuggle into....10.7 mm yesterday. Probably 11 mm today. Tomorrow starts the daily shots in the ass of progesterone (PIO). After that, we're locked and loaded. All we need are our two thawed embies to find their way "home" to the lovely nest we've grown for them. Stick babies. Stick.

For those of you who know the Mister...this is another one of my stories about his nutty behavior. For those of you who don't know him...welcome to my world.

I got a text message this morning telling me his was on his way home because he forgot his keys. Um. Ok. Thanks for sharing.

I tried calling to catch him to ask him "what keys?" and perhaps look for them before he drives all the way home. No answer. OK. Well. Huh. Must be his work keys that he left in the other car. (He took the second car to work to fill up the tank at Sam's)

So, about an hour and half after he leaves for work, he's back. I open the garage door and tell the kitties he's home....up the stair he walks. Looking sheepish. I asked him if he left his work keys in the Honda. "Well, see, here's the funny thing." he says. "I pull into the garage and picked up my wallet and grabbed my lunch sack because I wanted to put a bag of chips in there....yeah, under my lunch bag were my keys." *Insert dramatic eyeroll here* My response, "Why am I not surprised."

"Baby, sometimes I don't know how you put up with me.", he says. "Now that I'm here, I'm going to have a bowl of cereal."

Picture me staring at him. Not moving. Just looking, observing, watching. THIS is the man I chose? Yes, of course it is. He's wonderful. Forgetful and seriously a male-version of an airhead sometimes but wonderful.

PS- He moved his computer keyboard after getting home from work. The Costco card he lost 3 weeks ago was under it. Yup. I'm lucky.

We're Off! Part Tres

OK kids....the ovaries are chillin', the estrogen is low and we have a green light. First shot in the ass is tonight...woopie!

Come on little guys, let's stick and stay together...forever; mom and dad are waiting for you.