Crampy but Sanguine

Today I went in for my egg retrieval. Despite being crampy and tired now, the worst part might have been getting up and out the door by 6:20 AM in order to get to the appointment by 7. Getting Ada anywhere before 7 is a struggle. Lucky for us we just took her down the road to Monkey Boy's house. His parents fed and clothed her and sent her off to school. She was so happy to be with them she even hugged Ellen. (Not so remarkable except that Ellen worries that Ada holds back with Ellen.)

Right, back to the early morning activity. More than with most doctor appointments, timing was important here. 36.5 hours before the appointment I took a drug that induces ovulation (36 hours after you take it), so getting to the office in time to prep for surgery was key.

I came home, napped and then went to an important meeting. By which I mean, it was important for me to be there, but not actually important enough that it taught me anything of use. Except that a crazy ex-coworker just got a job in a state agency with which I sometimes work. Sad for me. (For those up on IVF or anesthesia, I didn't drive to the meeting. My father-in-law happened to stop by, so I talked him into driving me.)

Did I mention I'm crampy? Totally worthwhile if I can get pregnant, but a little annoying. Especially when Ada playfully tosses a book to me and it jabs me in the belly. (Note to self: hide the library book about the good pig who is loved by god and the bad pig whose life goes to shit.)

Appropos of nothing, a picture of Ada

I have not written much about this IVF round, and that isn't because I am not thinking about it. I am thinking a ton about it. (It is going ok, thanks for asking!) I just do not have much to say about it. I am nervous, but there is not much to write until I know the outcome. Which won't be for over two weeks. Or, there may be much to write between now and then, but not now. I just feel tired of this. I want another child, but I am tired of trying. Tired of thinking about it. The whole thing is not very conducive to blogging.

Speaking of which, my favorite blogs are funny or crafty. Since I am not feeling funny I'd better get crafty, and quick. I have about 300 projects stacked up. I need to get on that, and quick, to jump start my sense of personal accomplishment. That or a big raise would do nicely. (A girl can dream, right?)