I am officially cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Only TWO injections into this process and my marbles have left me and rolled away.
Sunday night my dear husband tried to keep 7:00 PM from coming, but eventually it did. He was forced to face his fears, suck it up, and stick me in the tummy with the inaugural needle. We talked through it first, with me reassuring him that he could do this. Then I looked away and before I knew it, it was over. Then I forced him to play three games of Chinese Checkers with me, which he hates. What was he going to do, say no? He HAD just stuck me with a needle, after all.
Monday was a lovely, uneventful day, the first day back from Spring Break. I was particularly ebullient because I was thinking maybe I was going to be one of the lucky ones who didn't have side effects. But I was wrong, so so wrong. Fast forward to this morning, and it was one of those wake-ups that my hubby refers to as "Poking the Bear." Both sides of the bed were wrong this morning. I quickly assessed this as a harbinger of doom.
I arrived at school and even BEFORE the kids showed up I had the patience and tolerance level of a two-year old. Class began, and my long time friend and teaching partner joined me first period to watch the instruction since I was introducing a writing technique supporting a project in his class. He spent most of the class walking around and shielding kids from my wrath, since my behavior was akin to that of a fire breathing dragon. I honestly left my car in the garage this morning and flew a broom to work instead.
By 9:30 I had a raging headache and felt utterly and completely nauseous. I ordered a sub and packed it in for the day, having done a solid one hour's work.
I guess this is the un-fun part of the process. Maybe it's all un-fun...no one promised me good times with lots of laughs when I signed up for IVF! Now I have an important decision to make...try to keep working at possible peril to myself and others, or take a leave of absence for the next two weeks as I attempt to navigate the unpredictable nature of these various drugs on my well being and psyche. I can only assume at this point that having the baby will be the easy part.
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2 comments:
Just keep remembering what the end result will be!! I think I would opt for the leave of absence route...tinker in your garden and get a massage instead of dealing with hormonal pre-teens! Hopefully this two weeks will go quickly!
I had to laugh at this since it's such a succinct description of your perceived insanity. Remember, we you have plenty of people around to help shield kids from your wrath so don't hesitate to call on us! :)
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