Remember that old song by REM? Back when they still had It Going For Them, before Monster? I have been singing it all day. I have night sweats something fierce. I know it is all the progesterone injections, especially since we have increased the dosage by 50%.
Rocco is getting a little under my skin, he is so innocent and sweet. He thinks all these complaints are sure fire signs that we are pregnant. I start to explain to him that all it means is that we are injecting tons of progesterone, but I cut it short. No reason to rain on his parade. He blissfully moves forward, sure we are pregnant.
It isn't like he wasn't there for the last time we were pregnant. He saw the betas that were slammed into obscurity by a failure to get a heartbeat. I don't think he is hanging his hat on the donor element either. I think he just lives a simple life, a little like a fertile. So I leave him there.
Please don't worry about posting comments to assure me. Not at all what I am asking to get. I just feel detached from all this and feel like Tuesday's ultrasound will be like the first time I hear we are pregnant.
I am hopeful, but I pull more baggage than I thought.
I am off the crazy meds now. Good thing I have massive amounts of p4 injected into me each night. It has really made the transition relatively easy.