First of all, I mentioned our computer being out of service again. True story. So, I cheated and wrote a few posts out ahead of time. I tried the email function the other day and apparently my technologically impaired self did it wrong. I don't know how, but I did. That is why these posts all say Thursday. I wrote them all at the same time and can't figure out how to fix the date!
I was finally getting back into reading blogs, and am back to struggling with that due to computer issues. Also, the BCP I am on seem to give me massive migraines and nausea. I've had a hard time using the computer when it IS working. At this writing I am feeling the best I have felt in days and food is going down without an argument. Yay! It comes and goes, and I imagine it will only get worse when I start the Lu.pron Friday.
Speaking of which, we filled out our IVF and PGD paperwork Thursday. I forgot about the "what to do with your embryos if you both suddenly die" page. I was shaking like a leaf, and at the time, the migraine/nausea was wicked bad. The flourescent light was flickering above us. It was scarier than applying for my first car loan. It was terrifying. And I was so sick. One of the nurses asked if I was okay, and I told her the BCP was kicking my ass - she looked at DH and just said, "It's not her fault. If she's really cranky, it's not her fault. It's the meds." I wanted to kiss her. Well, vomit, then kiss her. But that wouldn't have been very nice.
The day before that, I had gone to my GP for my annual PAP....you know you're infertile when a standard PAP doesn't remotely phase you. "You're going to feel a little bit of pressure..." Yeah, I didn't feel a thing. LOL. Anyway, I got on the scale to see if this last week of stuffing myself was successful. Looked at the digital display. 113 lbs. Haven't put on an ounce. Maintained. I run between 110 and 115. I was wicked frustrated, because I've been stressing over it.
Which brings me back to IVF paperwork day - I mentioned my lack of weight gain and my nurse (bless her dear heart) told me that it would be great if I gained weight, but if I didn't the world will not end. So, I will stop stessing, and see what happens. I feel a weight off my shoulders (seriously, no pun intended) that I can NOT think about it. I think that will help.
So, that's the status quo. Or was at the time I wrote this (2 days before publishing time - using computer as much as I can!!!).
Have a great weekend ladies!