I am feeling very crampy this morning. At eight days post retrieval this screams implantation to me. In fact, it does more than scream, its taken out a full page add and is doing a half hour infomercial. On the other hand I have felt this cramping before and I've never had even the ghost of a second line to show for it, so its probably just my body messing with my mind again. The thing is, I really want to fall for it because I want it so badly. Sigh.
In other news, my biological warfare on the southern end of my GI track has yielded some results and I am feeling much better in that reguards. I expect continued sporadic fighting on that front, but on the whole the situation is improving.
One thing that none of the other infertility blogs that I spend too much time reading has mentioned is that progesterone in oil smells. It smells a bit like rancid olive oil. The sharps container has aquired this odor, and so has a certain part of my anatomy. At least I know the stuff is getting to where its needed.
I am still rooting very, very hard for my embryos. On the other hand, I am asking myself morbid questions too, like 'have I managed to kill them yet?' I sure hope not. Stay strong little embryos. I know you have been taken from your nice clean dish and relocated to the war zone that is my uterus, but if you survive I will buy you toys. Lots and lots of toys. Very expensive toys. Please hang in there.