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4 Days

This waiting period is the calmest I have ever been in my life. So calm in fact, it is starting to weird out me and Marty. I am the girl who frets, worries, and stresses over EVERYTHING! The two prior transfers I was Google happy with anything I felt was out of the norm. This time, not as much. I have googled a few things, like progesterone levels. But, I found nothing really.

Marty nicknamed our embryo Charlie Brown. I can't even remember how it came up, but it made me laugh so hard it has stuck. Every night he says good night to Charlie Brown and says he hopes Charlie is still there. He is a mess.

I have had some cramping off and on since the transfer, and a little spotting the day after. However, I am not looking much in to this. It could be implantation. But, it could also be from the transfer procedure itself. This weekend I had some pretty intense dizzy spells with nausea. I am going to chalk that one up to the PIO. I really hate that all of the medication side effects replicate early pregnancy symptoms. But, only 4 days until we find out for sure. I am trying so hard not to go buy a pregnancy test for everyday we have left. So far, so good. We will see if I can continue holding out. Come on, Friday!!


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  1. I sure hope for ya'll that Charlie Brown stays put where they are. :) Praying for ya'll!

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  2. Glad the transfer went well, minus the one embie that didn't make the thaw process. Hoping for good news on Friday!

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