So much for our dream vacation.
And more importantly, any chance for these embies.
Tonight, Hubster and I just got into a huge fight. One where I’m yelling and crying. And running up the stairs. And yes, I stomped my foot. Can I blame that one on the progesterone? Heck while I’m at it I’m blaming the whole thing on progesterone and my husband’s stupid pride. K? Thanks!
I even had to give myself my own PIO shot, which was surprisingly easy, but I’m still not a fan of. It took me a lot of sobbing and two tries to get that 2 inch needle into my ass, but I did it.
Now I’m so upset and feel like I’ve just lost any chance at making these embies real babies.