I’m sitting here at my client’s waiting for the phone call that will tell me when to take my trigger shot tonight (and therefore when my surgery will be on Saturday). It’s making me feel a little queasy… not because the phone call will reveal anything catastrophic (it’s just the trigger shot, after all) but because the last time I was sitting at this desk waiting for a phone call from the nurses it was the fertilization report that smacked me across the back of the head with the force of a steel beam. So yeah, the memories aren’t very fond. I am extremely happy that my retrieval is going to be on a saturday… so we’ll get the report on a sunday and the news of our transfer date both while we’re away. Yeah, bad news could make our vacation less happy, but at least I won’t be at work.

But regardless of any of that, my stomach is upset today. And for the past two days or so I’ve been feeling more than twinges in my ovaries… particularily my left. Strong twinges… painful. It comes and goes. I notice it most when I’m laying down to sleep on my stomach, and when driving in the car. Urk. Bumps are bad.

I’m going to have to read my entries about my previous retrieval to remember exactly how I felt the day of retrieval and the days after. Den is under the erronious assumption that we are both going to be spending Saturday (after my retrieval) cleaning our house. I have a far different view of the day: me, in bed, sleeping. I figure I’m not going to argue with him about it until Saturday when I actually do feel terrible. (I can turn into SuperBitch when I’m feeling bad, and he’ll quickly realize it’s in his best interest to leave me alone.)

I’m kind of sad I didn’t have an ultrasound and blood draw today – no E2 number to put in my handy chart. The appointments give me something to look forward to instead of just waiting. However it’s probably a good thing for my arms… I have matching bruises on both arms from my last two blood draws. So sexy.