Getting close to retrieval.

When it rains it pours, and then there is this big beautiful rainbow. Or there isn't and you are left feeling screwed over.  I am not sure what is at the end of our storm but it has been one hellofa ride.  I am just finishing up day 8 of stim medication.  Talk about hormonal. I am sure my friends and family are sick of my blubbering crying festivals. Down to the dirty dirty. Total follicles: 6. Just 6. And out of those 6, I would guess that only 4 are "optimal".  I go back tomorrow morning to find out exactly when egg retrieval (ER) will be, most likely Monday or Tuesday.

Monday would be my guess, only because I have a job interview with the new hospital opening up which I have bee wanting to get hired on at since I found out it was being built.  How do you let them know that you need to reschedule because you are having a minor procedure you were supposed to have Tuesday that just needed to be bumped up a day? It will all work out, it will all work out, it will all work out.

25 injections down, possibly 6 to go. Tootsie has actually been asking if she could help give them, to which I gladly accept her offer.  If she is watching, I have to suck it up and get it over with so I don't look like a sissy. My stomach is tender and every color of blue and green, but it won't last forever, so no sense in complaining about it.

I am more than ready to get rid of this headache that has plagued me since starting the lupron almost a month ago. It feels like a chronic hangover. Headache, extreme fatigue, and just general crappiness. I have gotten exactly nothing done around my house that I would like to have, my garden is still in shambles from last fall, and floors haven't been cleaned in weeks. Life will carry on.