Transfer number 10 (7 since C) went exactly as planned. I have no drama to report as it was truly uneventful. The time between when they finish transfer and tell me the catheter is clear took more time than ususal it seems, but maybe that's just me. So scared we'd have another strange transfer again on our last shot. We departed the clinic feeling hopefull and strange, never to be going back there again.
The weekend was busy as we celebrated C's big 2nd birthday. It was so wonderful watching him eat his cake and blow out his candles. There was no crying this year, all smiles. The party was a success and now I'm pooped. I'm not sure I really stuck to the "light activity" rules they impose...I certainly did not do bed rest. I feel like it's all a crap shoot anyway and either the embryo and the lining are enough...or it's not. Me not going up the stairs a few times each day has little or no impact on the end game I've come to believe. Even when I do things perfectly...they end in sadness.
Beta is far away. My butt really hurts from shots. I have to order more meds today...meds that I'm sure I won't finish. My breasts are sore, but it means nothing I know. I have done this wait so many times I should be used to it by now, but it's excruciating.
Tomorrow and Wednesday will be telling though...no cramps and we're in good shape. If I start to get those tell-tale 4-5 hour cramps, then we're a bust for sure and I'll likely do a HPT by Sunday. Last cycle's POAS-ing drove me insane so I'll try to hold off as best I can, but I don't think I could wait till beta.
For the past 16 months I've been on a merry-go-round of FETs it seems. We're getting off soon I promise.