Ahhh, such pleasure in the simple things. I am so happy to get home to my little house, my dog and my yard and my bed! I took a 2 hour nap and it's probably the best sleep I've had in 2 weeks. I can't believe I was gone for 2 weeks. I feel like I was away at summer camp. I won badges in giving myself injections, growing follicles and embryos, avoiding OHSS and keeping my sanity intact. Yay! All of my clothes reek of the Hampton. I glad I couldn't really smell that musty hotel smell while I was staying there.
I am thrilled to be done with those awful injections. The cetrotide was a bitch. I had a really hard time getting the air bubbles out of the syringe. The needle is a bad design.
Well, my birthday is Tuesday. I will be 35. The age in which theoretically, fertility takes a nosedive. Maybe I have outsmarted my biological clock. Our embryos will be always be 34. When I am 40, it may be more possible for me to have a healthy baby than, say, a normal fertile at 40.
The best birthday present for my 35th year will be lots of healthy embryos resting peacefully on ice at CCRM.