I'm 8dpiui today. I started off the cycle with such hope and then I got the dreaded cold. I was in bed for two straight days while Mr. Big cared for the kids so I could get well. I then proceeded to take the following two days easy by lounging around the house in my pajamas since it was the weekend and Mr. Big would be home. It worked well. Between the Zpack and the lounging I started feeling lots better. My hope returned when I could breath through both nostrils and taste my food again.
As the days have creeped by I have thought long and hard about alot of things. The most being how much I want a third child and how much joy that child will bring to our already happy home. Yes, life is crazy with two kids and sometimes I wonder how we get things done around here, but ultimately a third child would just be the cherry on the cake. I'm excited! I hope that I'm pregnant.
I had my progesterone level done yesterday at 7dpo and it came back good. I was happy with that and it boosted my confidence some. I just hope I'm not in for a huge disappointment come next week. The rollercoaster of infertility is always looming around. I wait for the bottom to fall out at any moment. Every little ping and pain is followed by a sinking heart. Is that cramp going to bring AF? Oh, no-I don't feel anything, I must not be pregnant. This is the hard part for me. TTC, that is. I can't stand the unknown and the what ifs.
8dpo-not much longer and we should know something. I hope we have good news to share.