A month post-transfer…

Today is exactly a month since I got reunited with my embie.
Today is also the day I got my final call from my Re office, telling me that my progesterone came back at 25.4 and that I should quit the progesterone suppositories at this point and just follow up with my Ob from here, and they are all done with me.

I don’t know why it is always so dreaded to go to the RE, and yet so sentimentally sad to part ways. A happy ending means we SHOULD part ways, and yet its somehow hard. It was the first time and it is now.

Maybe I’ll feel different after a while. Afterall, going back to the RE to consult about starting with number 2 was still depressing somehow. It was like that office reminded me of the hard road with #1. But parting with them is hard again. I don’t know why it works that way.

So I’m off to my ob, and have made my first appt for this Thursday. We’ll see how it goes.

Otherwise, I am barely surviving these days with the horrible nausea that does not abate for a second. Saying it is awful does not even begin to describe it. I just survive, one day at a time.