One week to go...
1 week; 1 scan; 8 injections; and 24 tablets.
I'm still waiting for the drug related irrational hormones to kick in. Ive been injecting with buserelin since April 6th and while I've been a bit teary, that's it! I was expecting to have an excuse for losing the plot over my husbands socks being left on the bedroom floor or the butter being left out of the fridge!
My last cycle was a short protocol. I had no idea how long a long protocol went on for... it's relentless! You long protocol ladies rock!
It dawned on me yesterday that I'm starting to protect myself. More than ever.
Things I've done because it won't work include:
1: Decided on a £280 dress from Coast for an awards dinner in the summer. Shoes negotiable.
2: Booked an extra night in a hotel at end of 2ww to cheer self up.
3: Arranged a cocktail session with some friends.
4: Planned my pre-theatre drinks at Shakespeare's Globe in the summer.
5: Bought gin and tonic ice lollies from Aldi. £2.99 for 6. Last time it didn't work I bought myself a £40 bottle of gin. This will also be a refreshing alternative...
6: Concluded to my husband that I'm ok. That I'm ok if it doesn't work. I'll probably be a little sad. But it doesn't always work and I'd be so lucky to have it work at this stage.
I've now wrapped myself up with excitement for my summer if it doesn't work that I've made myself a bit sad if I don't get these things. What is wrong with me?!
Warning ladies: these drugs don't have to make you a stroppy grumpy cow. They can just make you plain weird.
Happy Sunday all. x