Beth versus the nausea

Because giant doses of Lupron are awesome, I spent most of my day today deep breathing through my nose trying not to barf all over my desk.  There were zero side effects last time, but I guess since my dosage this time around is literally double what it was for the IVF cycle, I suppose side effects are in order.  As the day has  gone on, it's worn off a little but GOOD GRIEF.  My office is nowhere near the bathroom, I can't have barf-age.  I'd take puffy swollen Stay-Puffed Marshmallow Man Beth over this any day.  

Between that and my stress level at work, today I'd like to crawl under a rock.  Thank goodness for coming home to 2 fluffy puppies, a great husband and jammies.  

Tomorrow's a new day.  Here's to hoping for less stress and less nausea...

And so the cycle begins again...

I hate needles.  After about 15 minutes of nervous dancing and pacing around the kitchen, syringe in hand, I gave myself my first Lupron shot of our FET.  The shots don't even hurt - I'm so paranoid of watching that needle go into my sub-Q area that I completely psych myself out every time.  I can't even let David and the dogs watch.  All 3 have to be in a different room for fear that they'll distract me and I'll end up stabbing my hand instead.  I should go have dessert.  Dessert would be a good distraction.

Tomorrow night begins the pre-cooking for meals I can freeze so we can eat during my bedrest.  Hooray for King Ranch Chicken and mostaccioli.