I can’t lie…I really have had a extreme craving for a big glass of red wine lately. I’ve had an awful time sleeping as of lately, even though I am absolutely exhausted, and I am dreaming of how that glass might send me off to never-never-land. On-call weekends ALWAYS does this to me though. But I am pretty sure that my subconscious anxiety over this IUI might also be lending to my insomnia.
Thankfully Tuesdays are always my day off each week. Except the silly Air Force has forced me to make another appointment. This will be the 3rd Tuesday that I do not get to completely veg out at home and recharge away from the craziness of work. Seriously gross. I am slightly irritated because this appointment is just a wellness check, not because I need to be seen. But I am afraid I will lose my referrals if I do not go. So, I get to go on base, and sit in a room with a whole bunch of super young military wives who all have at least 2 children. At least. Perfect way to spend any day in the 2WW. I love this!
As for how things are going on the home front…I just began those progesterone suppositories which definitely lead to gross discharge daily. I really hope that I am taking them for a reason and not just wasting the product on a bust cycle. Otherwise I am just normal. Which duh at the 6 day mark. Theoretically if there is a little person brewing, implantation could begin today and extend until day 12ish but in reality I would not expect to feel much different regardless during this time-frame. I wish I could just sedate myself during this wait though, not gonna lie. The dumpy thing is that my earlier optimism has slowly dwindled. Yesterday I was pretty convinced that there was absolutely no way it would work this time, but then my dear friend over at http://swabianinexile.wordpress.com/ just announced her positive beta following an IUI. Meaning it might be positive.
In the midst of this doubt, of course I turned to my Hubs. You know what he said? That just that day he had a random thought that this was going to work this time, that our dogs would also be just fine adjusting. Then he gave me a hug and went back to cooking dinner. So maybe it will. Just 8 days to go.