Ooooh, I feel all grown up now with that post title. Now if I just had something to say... I went in this morning for my progesterone blood check, still one week from beta with really no symptoms to report. Of course I have been google super freak all morning trying to find out what my levels "should" be, you know, just so I can be prepared to freak out.
We had a pretty uneventful weekend other than a lil visit to the ER on Sunday, yes, that would be Emergency Room (since we are all used to meaning quite another thing when we say ER in IF-land!). Nothing serious, just enough to cramp our style. DH broke his big toe real good on Sunday. Now he not only has a very bad back, he is on crutches with a foot boot thinggy. Really great when living in a 2 story house with a woman who is supposed to be "taking it easy" huh? He did have impeccable timing, dontcha think? I can't be too hard on him since he really feels terrible about the whole thing. He was told it will take 4-6 weeks to heal. Kinda puts the 2ww in perspective I guess! Damn him though, that means this coming weekend is going to be bo-ring!
Beta is Tuesday, I am tempted to poas Sunday just so I am prepared for what is coming my way, good or bad. And I have to admit, I have had a few fleeting cheesy ass thoughts involving running out to buy DH a Father's Day card in some hopeless approximation of being one of those naive little people who get pregnant without a team of medical specialists in the room.