Tomorrow morning is the beta test to see if the FET from two weeks ago worked. At this point, my butt is beyond sore from the Progesterone in oil shots, but I have an additional 2 weeks of those until they hear the heartbeat(s). For me, this is a minor inconvenience, although I have looked into the vaginal suppositories that you do 3x daily. The suppositories seem to dry out your lining and cause bleeding. Throughout the pregnancy, the last thing you want to see is bleeding, I can’t imagine how this makes you feel, wondering if this is a miscarriage or just from the suppository. I think I would rather stick with shots and avoid all of that stress.
Billy and my son had a scout camp this weekend and I haven’t figured out how to give myself the shot, so I enlisted my 12 year old daughter to do it. Each day this week, she has done a particular step in the process and by Wednesday she was administering the shot. In all honesty, she is actually pretty good, how many kids could give their parent a shot when asked? She has had to come home from activities to help out and has been more than willing to do this. She really is amazing, and I couldn’t have asked for a better kiddo!
Earlier today, I met up with my bestie at the salon supply store to grab a few things. The the Big Cottonwood half and full Marathon was happening so the traffic was crazy. As I drove past all those runners, I started to tear up and become emotional. Last year, after Ragnar, I was training for this same race and my knee gave me so much trouble I had to stop. This year, I ran Ragnar and then my other knee acted up and caused me so much pain I had to take 6 weeks off from exercise. I guess my tears were from the realization that that dream likely isn’t coming true for me. Or I might be emotional from the progesterone!!!!!! The only solace was that it was a VERY hot morning and every runner I saw looked like they were dying, literally dying and I couldn’t help but think how cozy and cool I was sitting in my car. I guess there is a silver lining to everything…hahahaha.
After the salon and some good girl time with Ali, I attended a baby shower for a work mate. I have never been to a cuter shower than this one. The theme was Native American inspired with feathers and quills as decorations. There was a table set with all kinds of nuts and dried berries to make your own snack pack. A beautiful calendar was made with her due date. Each person used a baby foot stamp in gold to mark when they thought the baby would be due with the time. Papers made up where you can write a letter to the baby and to the parents with advice. There were fun games, not the typical kind, and the funny thing is that both Lauren and I won a game. After the “Mom to be” was showered with more gifts than you can imagine, we grabbed our thank you gift which was a giant s’more with the cutest saying. Seriously, does it get any cuter? I left thinking about Sara’s shower and all the love and support that will be showered upon her and this little baby. I keep rubbing my belling encouraging strong and healthy growth for the baby, just a gentle reminder that this tiny little thing has loving family and friends just waiting to meet them. In just a short 9 months, everyone’s lives will be changed forever. Multiple families brought together by one beautiful tiny baby.