At Least I Can Say My Endometrium is Skinny

It's been awhile. I haven't had much to say. As for the cliffhanger of the last post, did anyone expect me to really delay they cycle? Yes? Really? Well, no... wrong, wrong-o. I didn't. And since that was a whole month ago, I'm sure it'd be logical to expect some sort of announcement here. Nope. This has been the worst frozen embryo cycle in history, and we're not even to the meat of the cycle yet. I did scurry around getting this and that signed, talking to one lab, then the other, then the other, etc. until our embryos arrived safe and frozen here. Glad I was in such a big hurry because my first lining check resulted in a ridiculously tissue paper thin lining where no respectable embryo would attempt to snuggle in for nine month. Upped the estrogen, after another week we'd made minimal progress. At this point the doctor conceded to check my estrogen levels and lo and behold they weren't high enough. So we upped again and finally my lining was ready (and when I say ready I mean still entirely too thin for this to actually work, but thick enough that it did work once for someone, somewhere, so my doc feels justified in proceeding). Four weeks of estrogen and a lining other uteruses would point and laugh at and call "toothpick". Soooo... I have started progesterone in oil shots (PIO, to those of us in the know... PIA if you ask me). These are delightful little squirts of progesterone in olive oil right in the tushy muscle every night. Hopefully for 12 weeks. Walking not so good right now. And the little embryos are slated to be killed, I mean transferred on Friday. The nurses keep acting excited and hopeful. I feel kind of bad for them. I feel like I need to sit them down and say, "Look, it's good to have hope, but we need to be realistic here. I just don't want you to be too devastated when this doesn't work. There will be other tries." Honestly it surprises me somewhat when I hear their optimism because I keep forgetting that the point is to get pregnant. I feel like we're just cleaning out the freezer, so to speak, so that we can decide what to do next.

On a wholly unrelated and much happier note, we are a-moving. Hubs got a job in the same town as our alma mater. Said job promises better pay for better hours, so we're going. As of today we will have submitted an offer on a house that we fully expect the builder to laugh at, but it's worth a shot. Cross your fingers for us (and maybe your toes too just in case I might have the tiniest amount of hope for the aforementioned "thing").