Wonder what I'm thinking about these days? :)
So, both embryos made it to Saturday and both were implanted. One was an 8 cell and one was 7, and the doc said they both looked good. My RE doesn't give me much detail about these things and I made a conscious decision not to ask for more. I know myself well enough, and I know that the more I know the more I obsess about things. The more info I have to put into the Google machine, the more stories I see, and of course it's always the worst case scenarios that I tend to focus on. So when he said they looked good, I said "great, that's good to hear".
So, I'm now a few days into the 2ww. I'm on prog.esterone and I started the Lu.pron this morning. I take the Lupron for 3 days and then I start on estro.gen patches. Quite the hormonal cocktail this time. But it a weird way I'm thinking that having to keep track of the schedule for the meds might help the 2 weeks go by a bit faster. That and a killer work deadline!
As for the weekend, I felt a bit bad that I couldn't do anything for my husband for father's day since I spent most of the weekend in bed. I did get tickets for us to see the Gipsy Kings at WolfTrap in August, but normally I'd do a nice dinner and bake something chocolate for him. Perhaps, though, it was appropriate that he spent the weekend taking care of our daughter. While I laid in bed, they played, ran errands and went to the pool. I missed going with them, but I will say that I discovered recently that the neighborhood pool is probably the single worst place to go while dealing with IF. EVERYONE there either has 3 or 4 kids or is pregnant -- and I swear I'm not exaggerating! So instead, I watched 5 movies and read an entire book. If only my back hadn't started hurting after the first few hours!
Anyway, so I'll be imploring these little embryos to implant and grow for the next two weeks. And then on my husbands birthday I will go in for my pregnancy test. Oh how I wish his birthday present will be a BFP!