Preparing for the worst, hoping for the best.
And some examples of both ends of this spectrum:
Preparing for the worst
- I told Buster (rather forcefully) that if this upcoming FET is a bust, we are going on a cruise or some other kind of exotic vacation. I don't care if we have to finance the whole damn trip. If I don't get a baby, I at least want a tropical beach to take my mind off of my pain.
- I have been reassuring myself that even if this cycle doesn't work, I'll be getting a new "baby" in June. And the new pup will keep me super busy. Nothing like a cute and cuddly distraction.
- I'm already planning my diet/exercise routine for getting swimsuit ready, just in case.
Hoping for the best
- I made a purchase for our non-existent nursery. It's a fluffy gray owl from Pier 1. And I love him.
- I have calculated my due date. You know, just so I'm prepared and all. (Oh, and that date is December 15, in case you were curious...)
- I've planned to do things a little differently this time around, regarding my early ultrasounds (after a positive beta). Instead of going to my OBGYN for the appointments, I'm going to stick with my RE's office. Yes, my RE is typically socially-tragic. But my OBGYN office holds some really, really heavy memories. And I'm not sure I can do it all over again, and risk hearing the same words. So, I'm changing it up.
- I've been looking up how many weeks along I will (would? could?) be for specific functions we have going on this year. My cousin's wedding in June? 15 weeks. My birthday in August? 23 weeks. Buster's cousin's wedding in Septmeber? 27 weeks. Ok, you get the picture.
So there it is. How I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for either outcome. Will it pay off? Only time will tell.
I have an appointment tomorrow for blood work and an ultrasound. Hopefully everything is still looking good and we are on track for a March 30th FET!