So now there was nothing to do but wait. I had to continue on with the very uncomfortable PIO injections. Why were we even bothering? With only one embryo making it to the blastocyst stage, and with the one blast not being of high quality, what should I even get my hopes up?
This was probably the longest two weeks of my life. When you're waiting to find out if you're pregnant, you don't know how you should act. Could I drink alcohol? Could I take medication? Could I eat sushi? What if that tiny blastocyst was implanting after all? It's such a state of limbo: pregnant but not really pregnant. It was seemingly, such a long wait.
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