Yesterday wasn't so bad. I divided my day and did indeed do work, write holiday cards, watch a movie and wrapped a few presents.
I have noticed that as soon as I take the progesterone pills ... its all over. I pass out and then I am very quiet for the rest of the night. I quite like the escape. Great, I'm an addict.
To test or not to test.
I woke up at 4am thinking " I know where an ept is" and struggled with the idea of testing. I googled it yesterday and most people got a bfp on 6da5dt. My day 6 will be Saturday so I think I shall keep my really old fashioned ept for Sat am (its the kind you have to dip into a cup). The fear is sneaking in. Tiny frosting of fear! What if... what if...
I would normally talk this through with DH but since he has been absent for this cycle I am going to continue the solo navigation. I have made every decision, filled in every form and been to every appointment on my own. So fuck it. If you want in you gotta turn up.
So today's timetable:
At 10am my acupuncturist is coming over for a lovely session. I always feel so calm, peaceful and healthy after a treatment.
Sometime, the nurse comes over to give me Love.nox and PIO (I really don't know why she insists her poor nurses trek all over town) I am glad I get to warm up my arse tho, having the shots at the office has bruised my poor old bum. I am really tender back there.
So work, read, English tv, radio, wrap presents and maybe a call to a couple friends. Phew, what a busy day.
As I type one of my cats is asleep on my lap and the other just dropped his little cat tennis ball at my feet with much fanfare and meowing. Ahhhhhhh.