Late morning, I got a phone call from my Doc's office letting me know that my Progesterone level came back at 25 and anything over 20 was good. I told the nurse I was still feeling funny and now I was running a 99.2 fever. Once she ruled out that I was not infected at the injection sites, she told me to go off of Metformin because they think my sugar is getting too low. That kind of shocked me because that's a drug you normally have to ween yourself on and off of, but OK. No more Metformin. I just hope my sugar doesn't go completely out of whack and I don't
At 1pm, I was upstairs doing laundry and I really had to pee. I thought that I might as well POAS, since I had so many. (At work, to give away through our Food Pantry and Clothing Bank, we got a huge shipment of pregnancy tests from a store because they used a razor blade to open the case and they sliced open all the individual pregnancy test packages. Things this store cannot sell because of damage, they give to us, which is pretty cool. In this instance, it was very useful! I bet we got 200 of them. And my staff, being awesome, each smuggled several into my office before this last round of IVF. So, I'm not kidding when I say I had at least a dozen tests). I figured it was worth a shot since I was now 5dp5dt with our one little frozen embryo. And this is what I got...
I had to actually put this test next to the one I took the night before just to make sure there really was a faint line there. Hubby, later, inverted the pic for me just to prove there was a line there.
Ladies, I think there's a 2nd line in the house!