I am starting to realize that I need more support than I thought. When I first reached out a tentative feeler to a woman also going through this process, I had to retract like a turtle into her shell (excuse the mixed animal anatomy references) when it turned out she was a bad listener, talked about herself and made statements that would drive a saint crazy. My favorite? "Waaahhh, they'll only transfer one embryo because I'm so young." I don't think I would be a good support group participant. I'm sure they frown on members who mumble "quit your whining" not-so-under their breath.
Now I have two real live acquaintances with whom I have shared stories and tears. They have given me resources and hope in the form of their success.
In other news, I got completely ticked off at the boy last night for having three martinis. Hello???? Drunk sperm in my petri dish? I don't think so. We talked, he apologized and he gets it.
Sunday is day 10 of lupron, but unless AF comes a knockin' tomorrow, I won't be able to go in for my baseline ultrasound and blood work.
In the mean time , I am excited about a long weekend and January 20. I have enough bush right here at home.