Feeling it

Hello, Sunday morning migraine.  Who invited you?  Oh, probably your pal Lupron...that same a-hole that's has given me these black and blue marks all over my belly and a real case of too-bloated-for-my-skinny-jeans.  Guess that means something is working as it should.  I feel disgusting and that's probably indicative of the sudden onset of injection effectiveness.  We're worlds away from Thursday and Friday morning now when it seemed like this would never happen. 

While"thrilled" isn't quite the right word, I am fine dealing with the unpleasant side effects because they are normal.  Anytime I get to use the word normal in this cycle makes me very glad indeed.  Yes, it is normal that my breasts feel like they've grown a cup size in less than a week and are super sore that even putting a bra on is an exercise in caution.  I say bring it on.  I have a reserve of tunics (or as Rhett calls them, "tents"), leggings and I-don't-give-a-crap on standby for the end of the week when I'm sure I won't even look at a pair or pants and that's just fine by me.  Most women start to feel this way by the end of their first trimester but we lucky IVF-ers get to feel it before we're even pregnant.  No matter: if we get to trigger on Thursday or Friday, it will all be worth it.  It's temporary. 

Tomorrow morning, we'll check in on the seven follies and my E2 levels.  We're now taking bets for how high it will be.  I'm going to say, oh, 850?  Honestly, I don't know what to expect from a medical standpoint but in four days it multiplied by 12 so it's anyone's guess how much it will have risen in two.  What we don't want is for it to get *too* high before my uterine lining starts to show some thickness.  Now, I'm only at 4 mm and I need to be over 8 for it to be optimum for transfer.  Ideally, the thicker the better up until about 14mm and then it's a bit too cushy.  There's still time and acupuncture to help me on my way so I'm not worried yet. 

We're convinced Oscar has noticed the change in my hormones because he tried to hop in the tub with me last night and this morning, he snuggled right on top of me for over an hour in bed.  He typically just lays his head on my thigh or something but this was a full-on body hug.  He's a sensitive pup and he's being so good for both of us during this time, even though his routine is off.  Right now he's standing on the kitchen chair, staring at Rhett cooking our steak and eggs.  As if, Oscar.  You're not getting any.