I was rocking M to sleep the other night, and she was in full chatterbox suck-up mode: "My mommy. I looooove my mommy. I snuggle mommy. Mommy's so pretty." What could I do? I bought her a car.
But tomorrow, I'm taking her to get her eyes checked.
In IVF news, I had my baseline ultrasound and bloodwork this morning. Ultrasound looks good, now I'm just waiting for my estrogen levels (and yes, the fact that it's quarter to four in the afternoon and I haven't heard back yet is freaking me out). Assuming they're not avoiding calling me because something horrible was found in my blood, I'll start follisitim on Saturday.
(and no, of course I did not actually buy M a car. What kind of indulgent parent do you think I am? It's only a lease.)
*updated 4:08 pm* Why do I even bother with optimism? Estradiol elevated at 248. Normal is 50-75. No IVF for at least two weeks, if at all. Seriously, is one damn thing going to right for me with all of this? Why am I even bothering?