I don't have a ton of energy at the moment. Though, I'm in full vampire mode.
I told myself an hour ago that I had to get upstairs, take a shower, and try and get some sleep. Yeah, that hasn't happened yet. I woke up yesterday afternoon. Like, after lunchtime. My body was begging for rest. And, it probably wasn't the best idea to mosey on into the fridge and chug a second can of diet coke at this hour. But I'm savoring my last few cans. In the next day or so, Im saying buh-bye to my beloved beverage (for now). After all, it could be a day, possibly even less than that before it's time for our IUI. Since Friday, I've been to the doctors 3 times. And this morning, I'll be headed there again.
This was Friday. Day 9.
After my ultrasound, the nurse, who had the absolute scariest technique with mr.wand ma jiggy (yea, let's just say she might as well have been fishing for my tonsils)
found that I had 3 happy, growing eggs on my left side.
They were already pretty large for this time in the cycle, so
another appointment was scheduled for bright n' early Easter morning, just in case I happened to be ready.
Later that night, my mom and I took a little drive to pick up my trigger shot at a pharmacy a bit away from home. 20 minutes away from our destination...
POP goes my back tire. I just had to laugh. I am famous for flat tires. I drive a lot. On a road that is full of potholes. I'm blaming the potholes for half of my flats through the years. And my awesome driving skills for the rest. I pulled over in a parking lot and called my brother to our rescue.
Old Betsy's 528th flat.
Nicholas and my Mom stayed hard at work
while I entertained, got a lesson from my mom on the definition of counterclockwise (and realized I was of no assistance when I attempted to use my lipliner to turn the car jack).
After quite the night, nachos were calling our name.
Easter Eve, Twinkie and I had a late night Skype date with Steve.
Is it me, or does Steve just look like a floating head?!
they inhaled their treats.
I didn't get around to dying eggs this Easter, but I still got to check some out early Sunday morning.
And 3 of them were still present, huddled close together and growing strong.
I was grateful for my mom's company and support.
Grateful that one of their offices was open on Easter.
And grateful that the trigger shot she's holding wasn't needed. They said everything was progressing so well, that they'd prefer I go natural this cycle. Fine by me.
This is where it started to get interesting. The doctor on call said depending on my bloodwork results, I could possibly have my IUI on Monday.
I later got a call from him saying I wasn't there yet as far as ovulation approaching, but to still come in on Monday for more bloodwork and another ultrasound.
Basically, my eggs are just king kong mega eggs this cycle.
Easter was low key. We went to the diner and hung out the rest of the day.
crazy picture...I hear rainbows are good luck.
This is Bridey. My mom's neighbor's cat. She knows I'm a crazy cat lady and always wants my lovin'.
I might steal her.
I spent the night at my Dad's. Me, him, Brigid and Nicholas sat and chatted, and a few hours later I found myself dozing off...the kind of tired where you bop your head up and down and feel like your eyes weigh 100 pounds. I was completely exhausted after the past week, and
once Brigid covered me in a blanket that felt like it was made of magic fluffyness, I was out cold.
Gibby Gibson and Elmo Elmer
I was thankful to spend the whole day with my family and thankful that Steve was where he needed to be. He came home late Sunday night...
Our appointment on Monday. Day 12.
3 huge eggs, but my beta showed that ovulation was still not ready. So, we were told to skip Tuesday and come in Wednesday to see what's happenin'. With tax season ending and Steve being out of work the past week, he won't be able to come.
And that's okay.
As I sit here, I'm feeling lots of activity on my left side. Feelings I know and remember well. Could I be hatchin' those eggies soon...maybe even in the next few hours?...
I have a hunch, today has the possibility of being quite an adventure.
But then again, every day should be an adventure.
And I'm ready for it.
Thank you so much for all your thoughtfulness on my last post.
It has been tiring and trying at times, but things are coming together.
And even though Steve won't be with me this morning,
I know his heart and mind will be.
King Kong Mega Lovin,'