I have become “that” woman.
The one who analyzes (and overanalyzes) every single twitch, flutter, and movement in my mid-section attempting to assess whether or not there is an actual baby in there.
Trying to beat the tests and figure out for myself if I am pregnant or not.
Only 2 days after transfer.
My ovaries were particularly achy yesterday, and I’m not going to lie; it had me freaking out a bit. At one point I stood up and felt a pull on my left side that was enough to make me stop in my tracks.
Did my baby just fall out? Is that what I felt?
I wound up having to turn to Doctor Google, which is normally not something I would ever recommend. In this instance though, it actually eased my worries a bit.
For instance, I learned that the achiness I was feeling was pretty common for about a week post egg retrieval. Given the fact that I have donated my eggs twice and have therefore been through egg retrievals before, you would think I would have known that already. But this time is different. This time they put something back in.
This time it's about me and my dreams coming true.
Once I eased my own worries about those achy ovaries, I started to question how exactly this whole process works. You would think that this is something I would have tried to do previously, but nope… I’ve been too focused on what I needed to do throughout that I never really stopped to ask what really happens to that embryo after it’s put inside of you.
It turns out, implantation occurs anywhere between day 6 and day 10 (with the day the eggs were retrieved being day 1). This was news to me. This entire time I’ve been thinking that I was either already pregnant or I wasn’t. That what needed to happen had already happened by now, and it was just a matter of waiting to find out if it worked.
Wrong.
Do you know what today is? Today is day 6.
Which means that starting today, for the next 4 days, that little embie of mine could be deciding to stick around.
If you ask me, NOW is the time I should be on bed rest! Making it as easy as possible for that little guy to implant.
Making a warm, comfy, stress-free environment for it to adhere to.
I also learned that the uterus is a gravity free environment, which means that there is no way the embryo could just fall out. It is still in there, floating around, just deciding if it wants to attach right now.
As we speak.
So really, Thursday meant nothing. It’s now that matters. Now that counts.
Kind of crazy, right?
Since finding out that implantation could be occurring at any moment, I have been obsessed with the things going on inside of my stomach.
This morning, I convinced myself that gas was the baby attaching.
I’m still not sure it wasn’t.
Holly told me that her nipples actually changed really early in her pregnancy as well, so wouldn’t you know it; I’ve been sitting around studying my nipples too.
Basically, I have spent my Saturday half naked in bed trying to determine if I’m pregnant or not.
These are the days when I am so thankful I’m single.
Because really? How would I ever explain what a crazy lady I've become to a man?
I'm sitting around wondering if I'm pregnant, and unable to think of much else. Obsessed with what may or may not be going on inside of my body, and hoping for the best. Trying to know before anyone else could actually tell me.
How early can you really tell? How soon do most people just know?
And at what point can you decipher between a baby, and gas?
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