One week and a day have passed since the transfer. Any symptoms have been pretty unremarkable. I had cramping for several days after the transfer and hoped that was the embryos snuggling in. But after doing some research, I read that you can't really feel implantation. In fact, I found lots of information that contradicts everything I thought was right up to this point. Now whether the information is accurate, is questionable, but it seems like I've stumbled upon every bit of it during this two week wait.
I even read one person's response on a forum that stated if you just think positive, it will happen. If that was the case I could have willed myself pregnant every other attempt and infertility treatments wouldn't be necessary for most of the people that suffer with IF. And I also learned eating ice cream after a treatment can make your uterus too cold for the embryos to implant. Heck, as far as I knew, that ice cream would be nice and toasty by the time it hit the endless pit I call my stomach.
Speaking of which, I've been trying to tame my insatiable appetite and it's not working. A symptom? Doubtful. My mom, an RN, did warn me the prednisone I was on would increase my appetite, but I only took it for 4 days and that was a week ago. I'm not complaining because I love to eat. However, my love of eating is interrupting normal daily activities, including but not limited to, sleeping and wait for it, eating. That's right, I'm ravenous while I eat and hungrier when I'm done.
I would be thrilled to wake up feeling nauseous rather than hungry. That's a symptom I could live with.
In the meantime, we've been busy having fun. We celebrated our oldest niece's 10th birthday! So hard to believe she's double digits. We are so incredibly proud of her and love her so incredibly much. She's pretty incredible!
And we saw Eric Church in concert for the 500th time. Kyle grew up with the Church family and we love the chance to see him in concert. It was awesome as usual.
And Monday brought the return of softball for my very talented husband. That can only mean one thing: Fall is coming!
Still praying it's finally our turn!
