When I woke up this morning, my boobs were no longer big and painful (nor as awesome-looking, I should add).
I don’t understand how that can be the case, when I’m sticking 200mg of progesterone up my hoo-has three times a day, but as it is exactly what happens three days before my period every month, I’m not exactly brimming over with happiness.
Beta is Saturday. Not planning to POAS before then, as the thought of having to go in for the test when I know it’s negative seems exquisite torture.
Yes, I know I have quite a few embryos in the freezer, but if I can’t get pregnant with that embryo, the one that looked like it belonged on a fertility factory website (and it did; the picture I put up here was fuzzy, but I saw it onscreen), and with my “beautiful” lining, then it’s hard to feel terribly hopeful.