Seven Seven FAIL
I laid in bed for twenty minutes after my bladder woke me. I debated just waiting until tomorrow for the beta to know the answer.
I just needed to end the suspense though.
And so I did.
You have never seen a pee stick so white.
Or maybe you have, and for that I’m sorry.
I laid in bed cuddling with Monkey afterwards for several hours. One of the bonuses of getting up at 5am, and having a pool party hung the fuck over toddler. I think after every BFN, I realize even more what a miracle he is. I’m going to be co-sleeping with him until he’s in high school. I’ll be the crazy mom staring at him while he sleeps when he comes home from college.
This cycle went swimmingly. I prepped my body for three months before transfer. No sugar, caffeine or booze. Mostly all organic. Hard core sumpliments and gym and meditation.
OK. I kid. I didn’t meditate. I have a toddler. If I sat still for a moment with my eyes shut, I’d go to sleep. So in a way I did mediate. I napped with Monkey every afternoon.
We got more eggs then we expected and had a shocking number fertilize and then everything they didn’t transfer, ALL grew to be blasts. This should have meant great things for the ones inside “The Mother Ship.” My lining was thick and my numbers where all perfect. I had cramping on the days they should have been implanting. I even thought I had a spot of implantation bleeding. And yesterday I had weird side cramping/stretching.
It all seemed like the perfect cycle. And it was. Except it still ended with nothing but a messy date with Aunt Flo.
This was easier to take then the rest of them though – mainly because we went into it knowing we had a back up plan. Knowing we have five frosties awaiting.
And because I have my consolation trip to Disneyland planned for next week. Anyone wanna meet up? Let me know!
i agree with fuck and sorry and it will go better next round- enjoy the happiest place on earth
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