Bed rest, possibly two of the most dreaded words. EVER. Anyone who says they would love to be on bed rest, clearly has never been on bed rest.
Months of bed rest was hard without a child, 48 hours of bed rest with a child is just as hard. Not just for me but for her too. She doesn’t understand why I can’t get up. She doesn’t understand why she can’t jump on me. It’s hard for both of us.
She fell out of her bed the other night for the first time. A loud thud followed by crying, I couldn’t help but jump up and go to her. Shane calmed her down and surprisingly she went right back to sleep.
That shit was scary.
Once the long 48 hours were over I happily took a shower then planted myself back on the couch. Trying to stay off my feet unless necessary makes for a very low key couple of days. A trip to the store, a walk, baking and art with the kid about wraps up our weekend.
I am trying my hardest to stay out of my head. Since I have been through the dreaded 2 week wait many a times before, it’s hard not to read into any twinge or non twinge for that matter. I know each time is different but with each day that goes by I get more concerned that this round didn’t take.I have to stop myself and think positive. I also caught a cold, no medicine and no caffeine is a bad combination.
I want to say thank you for all the well wishes from you guys. The transfer went just as I expected it to, smooth and quick.
We arrived at the office at 10:00 and sat around drinking my water until the embryologist came to get us. She showed us our Grade A free range embryo. She said it thawed just fine and we were ready to rock n roll.
I took my valium and then into the procedure room we went to got ready.
To do the ditty. Just kidding.
Once things were in place, the embryologist wheeled in our future child and Dr. Garzo got to work, not 10 uncomfortable minutes laterhe was done and I was officially a little bit pregnant.
Wham bam thank ya ma’am.
I continued to lay down for 30 minutes and then got my discharge info and was wheeled down to the car.
I spent the afternoon napping and reading. Besides the grogginess from the valium I feel just fine. Although once I started to get hungry, Shane was on the phone with work. I then realized I should have planned on stocking up my bedside drawer with snacks.
I must stay on the bed or the couch until Friday night/Saturday morning. Saturday I can return to my normal routine with some limitations, no lifting Kaili and no physical activity other than walking. This will continue until we hear a heartbeat or I get a negative pregnancy test.
Remember when I got my bag of goodies last week? Needles, Progesterone, alcohol swabs?
I was dreading, no seriously dreading the first injection. But, it wasn’t bad. At all.
Shane has been giving me them since Friday and he has gotten really good at it, I don’t feel a thing.
Then Monday rolled around and I couldn’t shake the fact that I was going to have to give myself the shot. I so over reacted, imagine that. I mean there is nothing fun with jabbing yourself with a big ass needle but it’s totally doable, I didn’t faint, cry or even whimper. Winning! The worst part is the the aftermath. I am left with sore bruises dotting my booty and hips. Maybe I am doing something wrong? Human pincushion.
Today is my transfer day. I don’t have any real emotions about it, I’m not nervous or worried, it’s just what it is, going to the dr. to get knocked up…hopefully.
I will tell you all about it. I mean what else am I going to do in bed for 48 hours?