5 weeks (or 3 weeks)

Every Sunday the calendar will turn to a new week. And today I'm officially at 5 weeks.

Even though it is really only 3 weeks. Or 3 weeks 2 days, since the critter was transfered. It is all very odd how they calculate these things - and feels even odder (is that a word?) after doing the FET. Technically the blast growing in my now is more like 5 months old. But since s/he was frozen, 3/5 weeks it is. Strange to think about though.

I had a busy weekend. Definitely the most action I've seen since the transfer. On Friday night, we went out for a belated Mother's Day dinner with my MIL. Mr. P and I decided to share the good news with her, sort of as a Mother's Day present to her. This will be her first grandchild, and to say she was excited would be a serious understatement. I thought she would smother my with all the hugs she gave me. It was sweet. She does not know the fertility nightmare we've gone through over the past few years, but I'm sure she suspected something was up. We told her it was very, very early still, but we figured if things fall apart, we'll need her support.

Then Saturday I went with 2 girlfriends to the Cubs game (oof, they are not so good this year. Painful, really). Much fun anyway, but man, I can feel my stamina is not what is was even a few weeks ago. I was wiped out by the 8th, and ready for a nap. So I bowed out early, came home and shut my eyes for a bit. That's a new thing for me - I've never been a napper.

Other than that, symptoms kind of come and go. Tired for sure. Still thirsty. Sore boobage. Odd twinges in my belly here and there. Occasional funny tummy. A touch bloated. But no spotting, no cramping, nothing bad. I hope it stays that way.

Up next - Tuesday blood work for e2 and p4 monitoring. And I booked the big u/s for a week from Thursday. Which will be 6w4d. I hope that is late enough to see a heartbeat.

Ok, time for to watch those Cubs struggle some more. Maybe rest my eyes.