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I enjoy chocolates, flowers, and cards, but I do not celebrate Valentine’s Day. BORING.
Two of my nails broke off and split so badly I had to resort to covering them with old Sally Hansen nail stickers. They looked great…for 24 hours.
Sky enhanced with “Camera Plus”.
On the recommendation of a dusthead, I bought myself a rainbow for my room! It looks more impressive in this picture than it does in real life. I was hoping it would stretch across the room…it barely stretches over 2 feet. Heigh ho.
Currently I am recovering from my egg retrieval, which was on Tuesday (also my dad’s 65th (!!!) birthday).
The procedure itself was no big whoop, it only took about 30 minutes and I was knocked out for the duration, but maaaan those hormones did a number on my bod.
My weight shot up, my breasts are enormous and sore, and my abdomen is so distended I could easily pass for a women in her 2nd trimester. Fun! Fun! Fun! (no fun)
I requested Vicodin for the pain this time, as the oxycodone made me itch like crazy.
Spend too much time playing with the “Dreamify” app, and you might just start seeing tracers! Oooheeewoooo!
I keep telling myself, “If you think the bloating and breast pain are bad NOW, just wait til you’re pregnant!” which doesn’t make me feel better, at all.
This morning I Googled “weight gain after IVF” and there were about 4238742384 results, so at least this is “normal”. Groan.
They retrieved 14 eggs, 6 of which were mature, which doesn’t seem like very many, but the good news is that all 6 fertilized, which they told me was VERY GOOD. Apparently normal fertilization rates are 50-75%, so we are ABOVE AVERAGE. Alriiiiiight.
Now for the next few days the clinic will be calling me daily to let me know how the little guys are doing.
I did work on Monday, two different jobs, which was good. I wouldn’t have wanted to work yesterday, ugh, too bloated. I feel the same way today. Whale-ish.
In the meantime I’m not supposed to be doing any “strenuous” exercise (ie running), so I’ve just been doing walks with the girls, a little light weight lifting and I started doing a little Blogilates again.
All this free time has made me 87% more obsessed with my fingernails.
Thank goodness I have a painting to work on! I’m almost finished with it.
In non-Lizzy news, Josh is accepting a position in a different wing of the hospital he works at, one that will guarantee him full-time hours. This is good news.
I haven’t decided whether or not I like Chelsea Handler’s new show yet, but I DO know that I love her dog, Chunk! Lookit that faaaaaace!