It seems I semi-overdid it after feeling much better Saturday, one day post retrieval. I was off the Vicodin, feeling hungry, and had a small burst of energy. So I had a nice meal, did some light house work, made home-made cheese and a few other things. Wrong answer. I found myself back in bed Sunday with cramps, nauseousness, and severe constipation. So I spent a portion of Monday in bed too. And not to screw it up any further, I'm lying low today as well. Very low, as in flat.
I am not a TV fan. I lack the concentration now to read anything substantive. I have very little energy to do anything. So that leaves cat naps (cats included) and being a bore with another blog post. Today is mostly about my observations. A summary of stuff....and a way to pass the time.
1. Waiting sucks. I have not heard from the lab since Saturday. They did say they wouldn't call again until transfer day. OK, but I hope they would call if all was not well. On the other hand...there isn't a lot I could do about it anyway. I'm operating under the "no news is good news" plan.
2. The heating pad is my friend. So are stretchy clothes.
3. Despite being swollen from whomever sat on my stomach during the retrieval, I have lost 6 pounds since retrieval day. I like this.
4. Things I'm NOT eating: dairy, meat, citrus fruit, sugary food, anything cold.
5. Things I AM eating: chicken stock, pasta, egg whites, apples, applesauce, bread sticks, tea, mashed potatoes, lettuce (go figure).
6. Waiting sucks.
7. The PIO shots aren't horrible. They sting a bit a few minutes afterward and my rump is sore. Not big deals in the scope of things.
8. The prednisone is giving me grief. Super Doc hates this drug and has been bothered by the fact that I am taking it. I only have 2 more days of it though and the effects are not cumulative. Thankfully, I have not gone psychotic on it.
9. I am up peeing all night, so I'm not sleeping well. (See number 8). So I'm exhausted during the day.
10. I have the luxury of showing up to my office in my pajamas and going back to bed when I'm tired. I salute everyone who has to get dressed and make like a happy face at work.
11. Mr. W is able (and willing) to do absolutely everything around the house and build a pizza oven at the same time. I feel mostly worthless. Yesterday he asked me what I thought all 4 of our kids were doing. I realize he is absolutely smitten with the thought, and this fuels his fire.
12. Mr. W's parents have just returned from 3 months out of the country. He decides to tell his mother what's going on, at the risk she will not approve or understand the process. Nearing 80, Mr. W's parents have the Old Country values and religious convictions. Surprisingly, she is supportive and optimistic. I remind Mr. W it's only a matter of days now before relatives from near-by states and the old world start hounding us. It will be in the newspaper, tomorrow, I'm sure.
13. Did I mention waiting sucks?
14. I will never forget the first thing my RE said to me at our initial consult. "Stay off the internet." WTF? Are you kidding me? I have done a lot of research. I have some new ideas if this doesn't work.
15. Mr. W's BFF had a complete knee replacement 2 weeks ago. He has been laid up in bed and on pain killers ever since. He has been very supportive through this mess and sends me encouraging text messages every day. Some are funny. Some are laced with Oxycontin. Some are about his own constipation. It's good comic relief. And he's planning a recovery party for us all.
16. Reading the blogs of others, and reading the comments others have left me is inspiring. As many of you have said, it reminds us there is still good in the human race. Complete strangers have created powerful connections that transcend race, religion, politics, and socio-economics. Why then is our world always at war?
17. Mr. W and I were raised in homes where discussion of sex & bodily health (not to mention politics, religion, and money) were taboo. This is fundamentally wrong. Mr. W should not have had to go to medical school to learn what a varicocele was and that it could contribute to MFI. We should not have felt so ashamed to ask for help earlier on. We too, were guilty of the royal sweep under the carpet.
18. April 1st is my transfer day. No fooling.
19. For the past 10 years, Mr. W had not taken a sick day from work. In the past 5 months he's cancelled multiple days to be with me at the appointments. I offered to get a ride tomorrow for the transfer but Super Doc cancelled half a day's patients. He wants to at least be in the same room when I get knocked up.
20. Waiting sucks. And I'm sure the 2ww will be worse.