Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Fingers crossed.

What a delightful surprise to get some encouraging news from the Doctor of Downers. My lining is almooost there. Trilaminer folds. 7.2. I go back on Friday to see if it's plumped up to 8. If it is, we transfer on Tuesday. DoD thinks my lining will get there. I'm allowing myself to feel optimistic. I feel certain that my threats to my ladyparts have been working. "See this needle? You can look forward to many more months of it and its cousins if you don't perform now. HaaaHaaaHaaa." Or "so raspberry leaf tea tastes like toilet water? More where that came from infidel."

I'm going to relish my good thoughts for now and for as long as possible (though infertility does not lend itself to positive thinking). My next post will involve obsessive thoughts about whether my two sole blasts survive the great thaw.

Keep your fingers crossed.

7 comments:

Unknown said...

woo hoo, good luck friday! I hope it's a fat plump lining ready to be cushy for some embryos!

Denise said...

Ooooh, I'm so happy to hear your lining is cooperating. Make sure you keep it in line the rest of the week and keep at it with the threats of needle pokes. It seems to be working!

Anonymous said...

Your lining sounds like it's really coming along! Flavor that raspberry tea with peppermint - that's what I do!

Mrs.X said...

Good thoughts! Good thoughts! Remember that you can only focus on those things that you can control and it sounds like you are doing a great job on your lining. Sending positive thoughts to the little blasts for a good thaw!

Io said...

Awesome! Your lining seems to be headed in the right direction! Sorry about the toilet water taste though...

luna said...

lining is sounding good! sending great thoughts to your frosties. a drop of honey might be good in the tea. another good tea for you is red rooibos, for a change... ~luna

Shinejil said...

"See, lining? We have ways of making you cooperate..."

I am so glad that you've gotten some good news. I'm sending good thaw vibes to those little blasts.