I imagine sometimes it seems like I have the attention span of a toddler. For weeks on this blog, all I'll talk about is infertility. Then it'll be M. Lately, it's weight loss.
I don't actually live my life like this -- generally some mix of all three big components are being dealt with on a daily basis. I just feel like writing about some of them more than others at certain times.
But I should at least mention that we started our frozen cycle yesterday. For the record, here are the dates involved:
April 21: Progesterone check, start Lupron (done)
April 30: Baseline ultrasound
May 9: Ten-day ultrasound
May 22: Tentative transfer date
And of course, there still remains the (infinitesimal) chance that I'm already pregnant. Sure, we were sick pretty much the entire stretch of time when I most likely could have conceived, but that didn't stop me from googling to see if my 7-DPO progesterone level could possibly indicate pregnancy. Sadly, there does not appear to be any particular level that would indicate pregnancy at this point. And I certainly don't feel pregnant. But just in case, I'll be testing on Thursday or Friday. Because there's nothing like beating one's head against a wall.