Well, I've managed to disembark from the self-pity train for at least a day today. Mostly I think I needed to vent yesterday. Helps to read blogs like a little pregnant too. I found it a while ago, and it's great. The woman who writes it has two kids now, but she chronicled her entire IUI/IVF ordeal over the years, and it's amazing what she had to go through. The writing is funny as hell too.
So I'm in a slightly better place emotionally today, and it probably helps that physically I'm feeling a little better as well. I'm considerably less sore today than I have been. There's still pain, but I can walk and get out of a bed/chair/car without whimpering, so that's a huge improvement. We did try a couple things differently last night - I had Marc warm up the shot under his armpit instead of mine since he tends to run hotter than I do (to make the oil more fluid), I didn't ice the area for as long beforehand, and Marc massaged the heck out of the injection spot afterwards (he's such a trooper).
I haven't decided yet if I'll end up taking a home pregnancy test before my scheduled blood test. They've told us not to, since residual HCG from the trigger could give a false positive (generally it's out of your system by 12 days after), but if it's going to be negative, I think I'd rather find out for myself than from the doctor, because it seems like everytime I get a call from a doctor it's bad news and I'm kind of tired of it. Is that being fatalistic? What to do...
Evenings have become kind of a non-event at our house lately. There's nothing on TV to watch, and last night we almost succumbed to watching "The 50 Greatest Catchphrases in TV Comedy." Luckily, we found a rerun of "The Office" and were saved. Seriously, it's sad. I'm thinking maybe we need to get puzzles or something.
Poor Bandit hasn't been to his agility class in weeks now, since I haven't been able to really run/exercise. I'll have to see if I can get either our trainer or Marc (!) to run him.
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