3DP3DT - Hopefully Hatching
Today's 3 days past my 3DT. The nurse at the clinic said, "Over the next 3 to 5 days implantation is likely to happen" but I know that if they are still alive, they could still be trying to hatch on day 6, which today is.
Friday night I made the trek from NYC to Philadelphia so that "D" and I could spend the weekend with his kids. I was at first thinking to stay home and be alone during this time, try to stay centered while away from him, but I started to think that I just need to be myself and not be so stressed out about whether what I am doing is going to affect implantation (or not).
But I wound up changing my mind and making the journey with "D". Within two hours I'd started to rethink my decision. "D" gets quite wound up at the smallest things and vents in a way that stresses me up beyond belief. On cue, he had me in a ball of nerves about two hours into our trip and I suddenly wished I was back at home curled up on the couch with the cats. At least they help me to keep my zen inner peace.
"D" doesn't quite "get" my sheer distaste for some things & behaviours when I'm post transfer. When I am post transfer I hate big bumps in the road, or when he slams on the brakes. I don't like being tickled (actually I HATE being tickled at anytime, but right now it's especially horrid), I don't like to get overheated, I won't do lots of stairs, and I especially hate being in a loud, stressful environment. Or around him when he's yelling at the kids or when they're acting like rabid weasels.
But that said, I hate how IVF dominates my every waking moment when I'm trying to spend a weekend with "D" and his boys. For instance, today we went to a birthday party for the 4 year old. I wore a dress with sandal heels. It started to rain and cool down. I was starting to get cold and then I started remembering how my acupuncturist said that I shouldn't let my feet get cold as it was bad for trying to get pregnant. Then they broke out the birthday cake and I was offered a sizable piece, which I turned down. Sugar and the resultant insulin rush? Not a good idea for this time in my cycle. Someone offered to get me a drink. I asked for sparkling water. They brought me sprite. Again. Sugar. Insulin rush. I poured it down the drain. It's like this stupid cycle permeates my every move, my every decision as to what to put in my mouth.
"D" and the kids are off in the pool doing a late night swim before they go to bed and I'm in the room with my laptop. Why? Because the doc said no "tubs, pools, or hottubs." Oy. It never ends.
So I could have sat home, insulated in my little plastic bubble, not living and not doing much of anything. That gets old.
How do you ladies manage the psychosis that ensues after the embryos are transferred? Do you take it easy and hole yourself up in your house? Or do you take a more carefree attitude and live normally?
I'm really curious as to how everyone else manages because despite my best efforts, I'm lost my zen-like peace and am dying to get to the safety of home and my cats.
Friday night I made the trek from NYC to Philadelphia so that "D" and I could spend the weekend with his kids. I was at first thinking to stay home and be alone during this time, try to stay centered while away from him, but I started to think that I just need to be myself and not be so stressed out about whether what I am doing is going to affect implantation (or not).
But I wound up changing my mind and making the journey with "D". Within two hours I'd started to rethink my decision. "D" gets quite wound up at the smallest things and vents in a way that stresses me up beyond belief. On cue, he had me in a ball of nerves about two hours into our trip and I suddenly wished I was back at home curled up on the couch with the cats. At least they help me to keep my zen inner peace.
"D" doesn't quite "get" my sheer distaste for some things & behaviours when I'm post transfer. When I am post transfer I hate big bumps in the road, or when he slams on the brakes. I don't like being tickled (actually I HATE being tickled at anytime, but right now it's especially horrid), I don't like to get overheated, I won't do lots of stairs, and I especially hate being in a loud, stressful environment. Or around him when he's yelling at the kids or when they're acting like rabid weasels.
But that said, I hate how IVF dominates my every waking moment when I'm trying to spend a weekend with "D" and his boys. For instance, today we went to a birthday party for the 4 year old. I wore a dress with sandal heels. It started to rain and cool down. I was starting to get cold and then I started remembering how my acupuncturist said that I shouldn't let my feet get cold as it was bad for trying to get pregnant. Then they broke out the birthday cake and I was offered a sizable piece, which I turned down. Sugar and the resultant insulin rush? Not a good idea for this time in my cycle. Someone offered to get me a drink. I asked for sparkling water. They brought me sprite. Again. Sugar. Insulin rush. I poured it down the drain. It's like this stupid cycle permeates my every move, my every decision as to what to put in my mouth.
"D" and the kids are off in the pool doing a late night swim before they go to bed and I'm in the room with my laptop. Why? Because the doc said no "tubs, pools, or hottubs." Oy. It never ends.
So I could have sat home, insulated in my little plastic bubble, not living and not doing much of anything. That gets old.
How do you ladies manage the psychosis that ensues after the embryos are transferred? Do you take it easy and hole yourself up in your house? Or do you take a more carefree attitude and live normally?
I'm really curious as to how everyone else manages because despite my best efforts, I'm lost my zen-like peace and am dying to get to the safety of home and my cats.
Labels: IVF8, The Hell that IVF Is
posted by linda at 9:16 PM
Comments on "3DP3DT - Hopefully Hatching"
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Wombded said ... (1:42 PM) :
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Adele said ... (2:37 PM) :
post a commentFor my BFN and my loss cycle, I stayed on the couch. For the cycle that resulted in DD, I made sure I got at least 45 min of moderate excercise every day of the 2ww. I traveled by train and plane. And, I find this to be very interesting, I spent the day 3dpt in Philadelpia sight seeing. Maybe you'll have the same luck. I worried about picking up anything over 10 lbs., but I traveled home without DH and had to lift my suitcase several times. Some would believe that I did everything wrong, but the pregnancy was perfect until 33 wks. DD is perfect now.
It's a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation for now. I think you made the right choice. If you'd stayed home, you might have asked yourself: why did I stay home where I think about every little thing in every little moment.
I know what you mean about finding something you can't or shouldn't do at every juncture. It gets infuriating after awhile. But you're already four dpt (I'm reading this a day late)! Everything crossed for you.