Well, I’m five days into my first HRT FET. No side effects so far, apart from a little pot belly that looks like I’ve gone on one mother of an epic carb spree. The Estraderm patches are a pain in the bum – literally. But yeah, I think I’m on low enough doses to keep the hormone wolves at bay.
I’ll keep popping my pills until my ultrasound next week, when hopefully everything is looking just as it should. And then it’s the transfer. Gulp.
You know? I don’t want it. At least when I’m taking the drugs and making appointments and ticking off dates I can carry along in the pre-fug of IVF, where you can lull yourself into the rhythm of routine. Post-transfer, it all becomes real – where the idea of another failure looms large.
So this is the update. The calm before the storm.
(image thank you: Cara )