This cycle marks my third attempt at a possible frozen embryo transfer.
I was talking to a friend whose worst reproductive problem may as well be what kind of period panties to buy, “Yeah, so as soon as I start my period I have to call the reproductive endocrinologist office, swallow a pill, stick 3 pills up my vag, 2 of which are viagra, have my husband give me a shot in the butt, and go the next morning for a stat blood draw.”
All in a days work, right?
Hopefully the 3 months of estrogen got my uterine lining into better shape so we can maybe do a transfer. My first lining check under ultrasound will probably be in a couple weeks.
Now, let’s talk about how the dog dad may as well be in the dog house…
I lovingly and patiently made these chocolate croissants from scratch for a work function. After setting two aside in a ziplock for later (presumingly one for me and one for him) I piled the rest on a plate and brought them to work.
After a long day at work I had lengthy battle to get groceries in the windstorm we had here in the Midwest. I endured multiple detours because of downed power lines and trees. After arriving home dehydrated and tired I was looking forward to finally having a croissant. I looked on the counter where I had left the bag and to my horror saw they were both gone.
He. Ate. Both.
Needless to say I was upset. He should make it up to me, right?