I don't know if it's the drugs, the cats that think the slightest movement in my sleep means I want to play or the fact that this is staffing season and I'm waiting to find out if I have work next season (It's looking really good) but Dang it all I am TIRED.
I'm going to assume it's the drugs.
So this is day two of estrace and progesterone and I'm patiently waiting for sore boobies. I have never had sore boobies and I kind of want them...for no other reason than so I can say "oh, that's what it feels like."
Probably TMI but I took my second pill vaginally last night. I had my husband do it. This is our conversation.
Me: Was it okay? Were you cool doing it?
Him: It was fine. Not sexual at all. It was just to get the job done.
And if that isn't the perfect infertility conversation I don't know what is.
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