Well I found myself blaming myself for the chem preg yesterday. When we were in the mountains, vacationing after the transfer, I remember sitting at dinner on a Thursday night saying, "I think the kid likes the steak." Never imagining there was actually SOMETHING in there. Then Friday, I started bleeding. I knew it was over. I knew it wasn't right.
So I keep going over and over in my mind the events that happened post transfer. I'm kicking myself but as we were walking down the street, this whacko exercise thing caught our eye. So we went into the store to try it out. I did, not even THINKING that it would be jarring my pelvic area some. So this is where the kicking myself comes in. That was "THE Thursday". I wasn't feeling anything that I hadn't felt before being on the progesterone. I didn't feel like really anything. But it/they were in there, and I screwed it up.
Now this is where reasonable Hollie comes in. Now Hollie, you didn't screw it up. If it was meant to be it would have been. Nothing you did (this comes from the RE) caused this. Well then snippy Hollie comes back and says, "DRS DON"T KNOW EVERYTHING".
Riding the guilty wave. This too will pass...