Oh yeah a little celine dion to get me in the baby making mood, or not. I’m actually trying to enjoy a quiet night at home with some fleece pajamas, an anne of green gables dvd, the FLU and a film maker. Most of those are pretty nifty on their own, minus the flu of course.
I stayed home from practice, which sucks on multiple levels, I wanted to skate, I need the exercise, the BF went with out me, and the FM was hoping to get some shots of me in my gear administering the last shot. Oh well, my body had to go and allow itself to get sick.
So the FM came to me, can’t wait to see the sweet shots of me w/o makeup chillin in my hello kitty fleece pjs. If I look as bad as I felt, this documentary can double as a horror flick.
I took my last shot at 8:30pm tonight, this shot should prepare the follicles, turn them into mature eggs. I should be ripe for the picking in less than 36 hours.
This shot was much easier than the others. Prefilled syringe, no muss no fuss. Not as much fun for the FM though.
After the shot, the FM and I did a little recap of the past few weeks, what the clinic was like, what my motivation was, how i’ve been feeling, and so on. It’s kinda hard to gather my feelings all together since I’m not quite done yet, almost.
I’m writing from bed, exhausted, sore and really sick. My tummy is distended and feels like its super full of eggs, I can not wait to get them out of there. I think this cold/flu is kicking my ass worse than the egg stuff ever could.
Ugh, this headache is the worst. Not sure what is causing it. I hope it goes away quickly so I can fall asleep.
MellFire 