We had a really busy weekend. Busy, but fun. Brian had another 4 day weekend in honor of his birthday. On Friday night we went to the Diamondback game and had a good time, though we did leave early (top of the 8th) because national league baseball is just so stinkin' slow, and we had to get home for my PIO injection. When we got there Brian's parents were at the house, having driven out from California. On Saturday I did some shopping with Brian's mom while Brian did some stuff at the house with his dad. We went for an early dinner to the soul food restaurant that we discovered a couple of weeks ago. Then we all went to the hockey game. The Coyotes lost, again, but we did have a really good time. Yesterday some of Brian's friends who were in town for the weekend stopped by and we all went out to lunch. Afterwards we went to my parent's house, along with Brian's parents and grandparents, and continued to celebrate Brian's birthday with a banana split ice cream pie. Yum.
So, here I am, 7 days past day 3 transfer, and I've been remarkably distracted. I have not been tempted to pee on a stick, even though I have a small stash hidden away. In fact, this is the most relaxed and easy going I have ever been during a 2 week wait. Yes, I want to know how this all turns out. Yes, I want this to work out, more than anything, in fact. However, the very familiar desperation is gone. I know, in the very depth of my soul, that everything will work out as it is meant to and that we will be OK no matter what happens. I don't have a "feeling" one way or another how this might turn out. And that's OK. The statistics say that there is a better chance that this won't work than it will, but I am still very hopeful and at peace.
I am still under the influence of progesterone. Boobs are still sore, in fact, even more so. And last night I got very itchy. I still have moments of slight queasiness or slight heartburn, but a couple of tums takes care of it. The progesterone can probably even be blamed for the following exchange between Brian and I in the family room this morning.
Me: Do my boobs look bigger?
Him: I don't know, it's been a while since I've seen them, but thanks for flashing me.
Well, I'm off for my last acupuncture treatment before beta.