Yep, progesterone definitely makes me more emotional. I got teary eyed over a struggling bumble bee. He was lying on his back, his little legs barely moving, I turned him over, but I’m sure he was in his last minutes of life. I cried over the story, during the Olympics, about the sled dog that was blind, but still loved to run. Against advice her owners didn’t put her down and she still runs with the other sled dogs. I really cried when I served my husband left-over’s for dinner; even though it was spaghetti, with meat balls, which he loves and said he wanted for dinner. It seems anything can set me off; recovery, however, is quick.
My mother asked me a question about the hormone I’m injecting, progesterone. How will they be able to tell if I’m really pregnant when I have this pregnancy hormone pumping through my system? I hadn’t really thought about it; surely the test would come out positive no matter what with the artificial input of the hormone. In case any of you were wondering the same thing, here’s what I found out. My good friend, Ruth, who is on a similar path, clarified it for me. When they draw the blood, they don’t look for the progesterone hormone; they look for HCG, another pregnancy hormone. I don’t know how they tell the difference; but they can. Question answered mom!
It’s a struggle already for me to give some things up; mostly control. I am not supposed to lift anything very heavy. I shouldn’t have been doing it before this, but if I needed to I could. For those that saw my Facebook status yesterday; I went to the grocery store to purchase more dog food, the bigger bags are a better deal so naturally that’s what I chose. The lovely lady at the check out helped me lift the bag; then asked if I would like assistance to my car. Crucial moment, I knew I could lift it, but knew I shouldn’t. After a moment’s hesitation I conceded. The young guy was happy to help and it’s a good thing I was asked if I needed assistance, because I probably wouldn’t have asked for it. Of course I waited until Jeremy arrived home so he could remove it from the car.
Another thing given up, caffeine, which means chocolate. The percentage of miscarriages for women who consume caffeine is higher. Sacrifice for a good cause, but man do I miss chocolate. I crave it even more now that I shouldn’t eat it; brownies, yummy chocolaty Starbucks drinks, hot cocoa, Girl Scout cookies. I guess its good it’s the Lenten season, it’ll give me double motivation to avoid the smooth, rich taste of chocolate. Sigh…
One week from today we will find out if this first attempt worked. I’m determined to have the doctor’s office call Jeremy with the results, who will then tell me after I get off work. He doesn’t work next Thursday and I do. Whatever the news, I don’t want to be at work to receive it. If it’s positive, I want to share the news with family and close friends first; if negative I’m sure the rest of my day will dissolve in tears. We shall see if my resolve holds strong when Thursday rolls around.
