June 13th, 2008
CD 25/ 9DPO
So, I’m back to being hopeful again. So what if my symptoms aren’t much! A lot of the stories I read online are of women who had zero symptoms, and have gone on to have BFPs. So…here’s to hoping!
As far as taking a pregnancy test goes, I have decided not to test until Sunday…except I start spotting, like I did in the last couple of cycles, in which case, I won’t even bother!
Ah yes, I got my Progesterone CD21 results back, and they are all normal…which is good, I guess. They were 65.8nmol. I researched what they were supposed to be, and found that some clinics say over 30, and some say over 40 nmol. Also there is no mid-luteal level that predicts pregnancy, so I can’t get excited at my high level! I’m still happy though.
I feel very weird at the moment. I’m trying to stay positive, and am quite happy in general…but as each day passes, I just expect to go the loo and see that I’ve started spotting. I want this cycle to be over with, so I know…but I also want it to go on, so I don’t have to be disappointed again. Am I making any sense?
Please let it end with a BFP!!!
If I’m to be very honest, I already have a ‘delicate’ feeling down there, which could likely turn into AF in a few days.
On a positive note…my darling husband is back tomorrow evening. So if I do start spotting, he can cheer me up. And if it doesn’t show, I will have only one more sleep, and then test!
I’m not sure if I should be worried…or excited!
June 14th, 2008
When Javier is away, it’s always worse waking up alone on the weekends. During the week, I’m too busy barely trying to get out of the house in time to get to work early. But at the weekends, when I have enough time to lie in bed, the loneliness really gets to me.
Trying to get my mind off how much I was missing him, I started mulling over my current symptoms. My boobs have felt a bit tender for the last two days, and I have had a few twinges and a delicate feeling ‘down there’. It also hurt my abdomen when I went to the toilet last night. Typically, these are all classic AF signs for me…but I guess I’ll just hope for the best!
Getting dressed, I had a quick breakfast, before setting off to meet my Mother-in-law and Natalia in town, to shop for our outfits for the wedding next weekend. Although the couple have insisted on not having any wedding party, we were all in agreement to at least find a way to colour coordinate our outfits! My Mother suggested we wear gold, as it would suit their olive, and our dark, skin tone…and my Mother-in-law swallowed it hook, line and sinker. Mama Tayo!!! Speaking of my Mom, she arrives on Wednesday, so that’s something to look forward to, and dread at the same time.
Anyway, that’s how the 3 of us roamed the entire length of Oxford Street, Tottenham Court Road, Regent Street, and even Carnaby Square, searching for the right gold outfits. Natalia and I were able to find some nice dresses, but Mama Sophia was the most difficult to please! All the dresses we saw were either too busy, too plain, too expensive, too cheap looking! Nothing could please the woman. In the end, we found ourselves all the way across town, at Finsbury Park, of all places! Thankfully, she eventually found something she liked.
As the three of us grabbed a quick meal in a small roadside café, I took my time to study Natalia. She had been very cheerful and happy all day, but looking at her up close, I could see that she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a while. Across the table, Mama Sophia caught me looking at Natalia, and from the questioning arch of her brow, I could tell that she had her own suspicions about what was going on with her daughter.I immediately dropped my eyes, and started concentrating on my pasta meal. I was in absolutely no emotional condition to be dragged into whatever is the issue with my sister-in-law.
By the time I got home at about 5pm, and I realized that I had been too preoccupied all day, to remember anything about the spotting! I actually want to scream with joy, when I realised my underwear was as dry as a fresh linen sheet!!! The waiting game is terrible, and I am trying not to get excited, because I will be so gutted if AF shows up, after everything!
It is now 6pm, and Javier should be landing anytime soon…so, I’m off to start preparing dinner. I decided to give him a treat, with his favourite roast potatoes and steak, and even a trifle for dinner. By the time I’m done with all of it, he’ll be home!
Jesus, please take the wheel!
Catch up on Tayo’s Story here:
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 1: The Beginning
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 2: Little Drops…Big Drops
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 3: Time Keeper
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 4: Don’t Faint…Don’t Look
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 5: The Afterglow
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 6: Irony
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 7: Adulterer
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 8: Catch 22
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 9: Sister, Sister
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 10: Goose Bumps
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 11: Gold Digger
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 12: Peak
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 13: Road Trip
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 14: Emotional
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 15: Awful Mess
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 16: Pink Dresses
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 17: My Love
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 18: Summer
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 19: Mindset
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 20: High Street
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 21: Bored, Fat, Sad
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 22: Lessons Learnt
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 23: The Dress versus the Tee-Shirt
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 24: The Hen Night
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 25: Minding my business
- Tayo’s Infertility Diary 26: Notice!