I stared long and hard at a home pregnancy test this morning. I was standing in my closet, holding it, staring at it, and it was as if we were in a battle of wills. Me and that inanimate object. Ultimately, I just threw it back into the box and hurried to the bathroom before I could run back and grab it. Today is 5DP6DT, or the equivalent of 11 DPO. I wasn’t ready to have my hope killed quite yet.
The nausea has mostly subsided – I am completely functional today. I really think it was metformin stomach, so for the moment I cut my dose in half to let my body recover. I even was able to eat something other than crackers, and chicken soup last night. And this morning my appetite is back. I have very minimal nausea, so I think that I have confirmed that it is unrelated.
My boobs are also much less tender today. They still are – just not as much as they have been. Make of it what you will – in an IUI cycle, if it worked, I do not get sore boobs at all. Sore boobs are a tell tale sign of a failed IUI cycle for me. But this is different – in that my boobs hurt before we even did the transfer, so it’s hard to connect the two. Maybe it’s a good sign that they hurt less, maybe it’s a bad sign. Maybe it’s no sign at all, it just is. Which is most likely.
Incidentally, I made a deal with that HPT this morning. This is it’s last night living in the box. I always test at 12 DPO and that’s tomorrow. Fingers crossed.