I haven't left my house now for eight days now, soon to be nine. Not a step out on my patio or even a short distance walk to retrieve the mail. It's awful. The only thing I have to keep me company are my nervous thoughts and endless amounts of television.
I get up each day around 11am and return to my bed 12 hours later. Each step from my recliner to the restroom is a nervous step...like walking on egg shells. I know this is unnecessary, but I'm just listening to my body--and it says "slowly and carefully please."
I have a blood pregnancy test scheduled in two days. I really don't know if our transfer worked this time around. The past two times I had a good inclenation that i was going to get my BFP (which is infertility lingo for big fat positive). This time though, I don't even have a good guess.
I know my Heavenly Father won't abandon me, ever, but sometimes it's difficult to keep 100 percent faith. Especially after my scary moment earlier this week.
Friday, come quickly please...I can't wait any longer.
