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Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.
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I stopped the progesterone and my heparin Saturday, then had a nice gallon of wine.
This sucks, huh?
Having been there done that and stopped at this point, I would agree stopping is fine.
Next time, ok?
I never know why they don't test earlier at that place. Drives me crazy. Are you going today? Next time, have a blunt discussion with them about coming earlier.
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