Something is helping to take the itch and soreness away form down there. Maybe I am now acclimatized to the medication? Maybe it was the ice pack that I shoved on my crotch last night? Maybe it was the fact that for most of the day, I was in a bathrobe with no underwear to air out the region? Maybe it was the fact that part of the antihistamine protocol started today and the Claritin is helping this? Whatever the reason, I don't really care. It is still not perfect, but I can live with this.
I'm starting to become overwhelmed with the amount of work that remains unfinished. We are going for dinner to A.'s parents' house tonight and I have been working for hours. I wish I could close my eyes, click my feet together three times and poof, my work would be finished. Oh well. I guess will just have to bring it with me.
Tomorrow is going to be crazy. I have an early meeting with a parent, a two hour workshop in the middle of the day, and I need to find time to photocopy the lessons for when I'm away. Couple that with my last ever acupuncture for infertility session and another lymphatic massage and you have one busy R. And to tell you the truth, I don't care. I am finally transferring with a decent lining and I would leave all the other shit behind for this one real chance at success. Yes, the back-up plan is good, but now I feel like I might actually have a shot. I was too stunned and surprised last week to ask what my stats are with this transfer. I know that last time, he gave me a 65%. I am so hoping for at least a 70%, but it is what it is. I am not going to stress over this. I feel good about my little lining that could, and I am hopeful that all the protocol changes will lead me to a live baby in nine months.
A. and I do not celebrate Halloween. I used to back when I was in university and I always had some random costume with a group of friends (3 out of 4 dentists choose Colegate, the characters from Mario Boys - I was the one up, an identity crisis, a road...); but since we were married, we really haven't even acknowledged the day at all. I think it's for the best as I can only imagine how difficult the reminders must be with having trick-or-treators knocking on the door all evening. To those who continue to struggle with IF and give out candy, wow. Good for you. I don't think I would be able to do it.