Getting the hang of it

Three nights in and yes, I could see how this PIO business becomes a PIA.  Even though the rapid stabbing motion is now down solid (thanks, dear heart!) it's not the needle going in that hurts so much as it is the ring of fire on both of my flank steaks that's too tender for repeated violation.  Think of the most sore you've ever been after a race or workout or car accident.  Now multiply that by 2 and subtract any bed rest time and that's a good approximation of how my lower back/bum feels at every waking moment.  I'm guessing that by the time you find out you're pregnant, all the other charming symptoms of hCG take over to distract you from this particular discomfort.  It will be worth it, it will be worth it, it will be worth it...  

I'm okay laying down and standing but finding a comfortable seated position is a challenge.  Side plank during morning Pilates?  Forget it.  Tried that once and won't be repeating the mistake. Basically, flat back or totally upright is the way to go.  Good thing I'm teaching now or I'd need one of those standing desks.  Mood is quiet, contemplative.  I haven't been hysterically crying or flying off the handle at anyone.  Maybe it's the calm before the storm when they up my dose?  I decided it would be a great idea to gorge on "Call the Midwife" which just upset me when they institutionalized a 15 year-old Irish prostitute and took away her infant daughter after birth.  Sounds to me like the plot of that Judi Dench movie out now...

Also feeling the effects of the steroids and the antibiotics now: general queasiness, lack of appetite and - oh, gee - puffiness.  That's truly lovely.  I slept like a narcoleptic yesterday afternoon because I literally couldn't keep my eyes open.  Now that I'm in school I'm fine, but I suspect lots of green tea and gum will be needed come 1:00 PM.

Tomorrow morning we see Mel Brooks again who will hopefully NOT bring up my non-existent "hydrosalpinx" (it's an inclusion cyst, people - no tube = fluid outside.  Even Dr. Hock rolled her eyes at that one...) and give us the final lining stats.  I'll get a call in the afternoon with blood work results and hopefully a time when we have to report on Saturday. 

Can't shake the sense that I'm under prepared for this FET.  I only know two things: don't wear lotions/perfumes/deodorant of any kind (the blastocysts are sensitive) and drink a ton of water in pre-surgery so you have an uncomfortably full bladder.  Seriously, just add it to the list of indignities...I'll probably wet myself.  I have more questions to ask, I'm sure, but I honestly can't think of any right now.  It's like the night before final dress rehearsal and you're screaming inside, "I don't remember any of my lines" except all I have to do is show up and do what I'm told.