It's baaack!

Things have gone into prep mode around here, getting ready for my travel to the far away clinic Thursday for my Friday transfer. I need to get some consents notarized today - so glad the Critter's godfather is a notary! - and get packed and ready.

I tell ya, getting one good bit of news, like Saturday's good lining report, has made me hopeful again. Yikes. It is scary to see how easily that damn hope creeps back in, rearing its ugly head yet again. I'm trying not to get too hopeful, but it is hard to not think about sometimes. When would the due date be? How old would the Critter be then? Could my family come to visit?

Not good. I mean, good to be positive I guess, but not very protective of me.

Sigh, the IF roller coaster chugs on, up and down, playing with my emotions. Just wake me in 9-ish months, with a sweet newborn in my arms, m'kay?

EDITED to add: I forgot to mention, I had my p4 check this AM, and I'm at 15. Nurse says they want over 5, so I'm good to go. I swear, I feel like every time I get the p4 checked there is a different number they want. Failed FET it was 19-something, Critter FET it was 13 I think. Whatever, if they say its ok, then its ok. 2 ass shots down, hopefully many more weeks to go!