I’m about to bitch, complain and worry. Ready, set, go!
I thought these estrogen patches were going to be a breeze to deal with, however now I think poking myself with a needle twice a day would be easier.
1. They are expensive.
2. They don’t stay on. I am supposed to change them every 3 days but they are falling off daily.
3. My stomach looks like a tar pit.
4. Did I mention they don’t stay on? So now I need a refill and it’s only been a week. Bullshit.
Now I have 4 damn patches taped to my stomach so I can hopefully keep them on until tomorrow. Yipee!
This whole experience is completely different than the first. Now don’t take this the wrong way but I am not concerned about getting pregnant. I feel confident that we will get a BFP on the first try. Is this foolish? Am I over confident? Will I eat my words and feel like a shit head? Maybe. I am older, so maybe my positivity is arrogant.
Getting pregnant isn’t my worry, being pregnant is. This time I am really worried about all the what if’s that weren’t even an after thought the first time. I know, I know, don’t say it. “This time will be so much easier”. “How can it be any worse?” Let me count the ways. Yes it can be worse. This time I have a 2 year old. It can be worse and I am scared. There, I said it. Judge away.