Off to Provide a Pee Sample

I could barely sleep last night due to the cramping feeling that I had been hoping was the sign of impending implantation. About 12:30am I made my trip to the bathroom, did the progesterone suppository thing, and lay down to crash for the night. J was still out in the garage making noise.

Then he started the shop-vac up.

I mean, "What the hell was he thinking?" Images of neighbors banging on our door yelling at us to "keep it down" immediately came to mind. I dashed out of bed, we won't mention what the suppository was doing at this point, and grabbed my cell phone. Hell if I was going outside at this time of night to tell him to cease and desist! I called him on the cell and told him he had to cut the noise out immediately, and "What ARE you doing outside at this time of night?" I am convinced that the neighbors hate us already. It's not enough that we have three vehicles and a horse trailer screwing up the visual on our quaint Los Gatos street, on top of the fact that we have the ugliest yard on the block...but now J has decided to do home improvement projects in the middle of the night. I'm sure it won't be long till the "post-it" notes start to arrive. In our last home the first note arrived after two days. We've been here two weeks, so we're pushing our luck at this point. Okay, I've digressed enough.

So, after calling J and complaining about his noise, I realized I had to pee yet again. I made a second trip to the bathroom then back to bed. Sometime around 1am the noise emanating from the garage woke me again. This time it was a banging noise. Was he hammering? Throwing things? I again called J on the cell and flipped out on him a second time. (He does keep forgetting that I'm on a pretty decent dose of steroids...so why he is so provocative is beyond me). He came into the house shortly thereafter and started to get ready for bed. I noticed that I had to pee yet again, and that the cramps had really intensified. Then at about 2:30am, I awoke to even worsening cramps. What the fuck? I got up, rifled through the bathroom cabinets looking for Cipro. Nada. Not a pill. But I did find an empty bottle that says I've got 5 refills left on my Cipro from Dr. G and then a full bottle of macrobid (nasty stuff). By this time, my progesterone suppository was likely long gone, trickled into my pj bottoms by now, and I was totally awake, frantic even. Freaking out over the cramps, I fired off a midnight email to Dr. Z asking which UTI meds were safe to use and whether I should increase my progesterone shot in the AM since I'd lost most of it in 2.5 hours after inserting it...and then headed back to bed. After this trip the pain was pretty much gone. Odd.

This morning I had an email from Dr. Z saying to get to the urologist's and to not take anything until they've checked out a pee sample. And, no, don't increase the injectible progesterone, and go ahead and skip the suppositories for the next 48 hours. So in a few minutes, I'm headed to the urologist's office, Dr. W, to provide a pee sample, have them spin it down on the spot to look for traces of bacteria. I'm pleading with the fertility gods for a negative test because then my cramps might be more indicative of implantation, rather than some pesky bacteria that set up camp in my urethra.

But at the point I am doubtful. There hasn't been a single sign of implantation bleeding, and I do realize that something like only 8% of women even HAVE implantation bleeding, but hell, I would like something, some sign, that this is either working or not. Now I realize what all of the fertility boards have entire areas devoted to "the two week wait" (aka, 2WW). Waiting is hell.