I have been feeling so well this stim that I thought I might partake in cleaning my horrible filthy house. I have to admit I haven't dusted in 2 weeks. Don't judge me! Between the dog and the nephew and the ovaries and the job, dusting has been pretty low on the priority list. But when I saw my husband write I love you in dust on the tv I knew it was time. Some girls like diamonds, I thought it was adorable that while looking at our nasty house he thought to tell me he loved me. It was from two days ago too and I just noticed it today. I have to give the hubster credit. The poor guy has been working, going to school full time, taking care of boston, tolerating my insanity, and waiting on me hand and foot. The last two nights he made an emergency run for kit kat bars. Some may think writing in dust is a little insensitive but its just another reason why I love him. And thus I cleaned! I fear I may have over done it though. I only got the main level done but between dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, and washing the hardwood floors I have some aching ovaries. I also got crazy nauseous! Like didn't want to eat nauseous and I usually don't miss a meal. Fortunately I parked it on the couch since 2pm, husbands orders, and feel much better......just in time to go to bed. I wasn't sure what to do with the sharp pain in the lower abdomen. I was scared to use a heating pad but my homies over on thebump.com assured me it was ok. I still skipped, basically because I didn't want to walk up the stairs to get it. Sad but true.
On another note, forewarning I'm going to be bitching for the next paragraph, WTF victoria secret models. How is it even natural to have that body after a baby adriana, meranda, and alessandra (yes i'm ashamed i know them by name but i read alot of usweekley) One of lifes little injustices. They are built like brick shit houses, sleep next to the likes of orlando bloom, AND have babies, lest we forget the paychecks. I felt like busting out my p90x and dusting it off. But lets face it, I got winded wiping my kitchen counters today, so I'm thinking plyo is not in my future for a while. And I welcome it along with a big fat, stretch marked belly, dimpled ass, and heartburn that comes with pregnancy. But G don't think for a second I'll be looking remotely like those freaks of nature post pardumly.... or ever for that matter! Cellulite and stretch marks are sexy right?
On to the cycle update.... Day 100 of stims (if you haven't noticed I have a flare for the dramatics) My E2 was in the 1700s (i still cannot believe this!) I had 2 16s and a 15.5. The rest were 11-14s. I think the count today was 18. It changes every day based on who's doing the ultrasound though so who knows what will get on ER. In tomorrow for another BW/US and hoping I get my 3 18s. They drooped my gonal to 75, kept the menapor at 75, and 10 of lurpon tomorrow morning. I can neither confirm or deny I may have given myself a unit or two extra of Goanl. Who knows if it will help but I'd really like to trigger tomorrow! I'm most definitely coming down with west nile....or just a cold. Either way I have that chesty feeling that no doubt will be followed by sneezing, coughing, sore throat. And guess what! I can't take anything. Yippie! Ok well I can take Tylenol but whippie friggin doo. Who knew one day I'd be hoping to get shot in the ass but here I sit hoping tomorrow is the day. Bring it on 22 gauge inch and a half needle. You and my ass have a date!
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