A week has passed since ET and I FINALLY understand what Bloat means. To me, bloat means must be bloated ankles, bloated wrists, bloated face. How did I know that bloat refers to a distended tummy?

Ok now I know.

And am bloating.

Moving from the Petri dish to where they belong

4 August

Transfer day! I am trying to be chill and be cool about it, after all, this is the 5th time.

It was a bit of a logistics juggle with having to settle the two year old and arrange for pick up for the 8.5 year old at school. Thankfully my father was able to help.

I want to the clinic after dropping the toddler at my father's and my husband at work. The first order of the day was a blood test to check
Progesterone and E2 levels. I was also given a progesterone jab. I have forgotten how these hurt and nope, my request for a smaller needle was not approved.

The embryologist asked me again is I was sure I wanted three embryos transferred: I did as that was how baby #2 was conceived. Three embryos were transferred: one 10 cell, two 8 cell ones.

I was dismissed after lying for a while and it is now time for miracles to happen.

I was also administered a small dose of HCG as my E2 was only 5000, too low apparently.

I pray for sticky enbbies.
I pray for good hormone levels.
I pray for happiness and peace deep within that only He can give.

It's funny how I turn to blogging in the very lonely journey. Well, back here again and praying for another blessing yet again.

Blogging is therapeutic. Almost like talking to a friend, who doesn't talk back. Doesn't judge. Doesn't make inappropriate comments during a very sensitive time, cos even I don't know why I respond to certain comments the way I do.

I just finished my fraxiperene injection. The needle is big and I recall this is one of those that leaves me with bruising. It took me ten minutes to get through the jab. I am brave. I am.