Here we are, 3dp5dt on the final cycle. I know, I’m one of those bloggers telling you every single damn day what I’m up to. Sore boobs? Yes. Twinges? Yes.
Implantation should be kicked off and in the next few days it’ll be decided, even if not yet visible on a HPT, what our future holds. I watched this Scientific American video about implantation – kinda rad. But I admit, I’ve got butterflies.
The blog community, as usual, is awesomely supportive, as are my care providers, but the rest of the outside world I have little faith in. I was going to vent about a dickishly insensitive comment an old friend of my husband’s emailed with “advice” for him to give me about how I need to do deep breathing and blahblahblah even though he had just complained about the stupid shit people say, but I move on. Fuck that insensitive behavior.
There will be no more of that vile energy allowed in our universe as we’re only focusing on surrounding ourselves with positive people. There will be walking in the pool to continue to strengthen and heal my back. There will be chilling out and there will be excited conversations and there will be quiet walks and there will be massaman curry leftovers and there will be work and there will be keeping the ducks out of the bee balm and there will be something simple and tasty tonight made by my husband with this gorgeous piece of salmon we’re defrosting.
There will be life.
Will there be peeing on a stick sooner than I say I will?