WARNING: This Post Contains Graphic Images

I am a walking, talking bundle of hormones.  I stubbed my toe this morning and bellowed “why god, whyyyy? Why me?”  Everything seems to be a bigger deal than it actually is.  My belly is protruding as if I’m pregnant, but in reality, it is just serious bloating from my over stimulated ovaries.  I am now on exercise restriction.  Being the exercise maniac that I am, I googled the medications I am taking to verify that exercise is prohibited and sure enough, it is.  I was hoping the nurses were all wrong.  Damn them for being right.

Double the belly, double the fun??

I need to clean that mirror! Yikes.

Yesterday was my last chance at exercise so Angela and I hit the beach for a run.  I have seriously awful luck sometimes and to prove it, I took quite a spill within the first mile of our run. Angela is so sweet and she sat me down in the grass and treated me like her little patient.  It was adorable but I started to cry.  I couldn’t help it.  Maybe it was the hormones or the blood dripping from my knee, but I cried like a child, although not as loudly.  I was more like a whimpering puppy.  We walked a long way to the Lifeguard station where I was bandaged up by a cute blonde.  By this time we were beyond hungry and decided to forgo the run for some food in our bellies.  We trekked all the way back to our scooter and then another couple miles to the café.  At this point, running was out of the question.  We ate and proceeded to take a nap in the sand instead, like true beach bums.

Ouchie!  It hurt worse than it looks, I swear!

I spent most of the weekend with my nose in a book or on my yoga mat.  Ang and I did some side-by-side candle lit yoga in our living room before dinner the other night.  I highly recommend doing an at-home practice with your partner.  Lighting candles makes for an even more intimate experience.  It’s a great way to reconnect after a busy week.

Meowsers likes to nap on me while I read-- I love it!

My egg retrieval is estimated to take place on Saturday or Monday.  Please send positive vibes my way for a Saturday retrieval.  The sooner the better.  At my ultrasound this morning, it appeared that my right ovary is ahead of my left ovary in terms of follicles.  I am hoping by Thursday the leftie catches up.  I don’t know how much longer I can handle this tender, swollen belly and 2 injections a day.  It’s honestly not that bad, just uncomfortable.  I have been keeping the recipient parents in mind every single day.  I wonder what is going through their minds right now.  I can’t even imagine the anticipation!

At my Sunday ultrasound, the nurses asked me to exit through the back door because intended parents were in the waiting room.  They didn't specify whether they were my intended parents but what if they were?  My curiousity nearly led me to disobey and take a peak of the couples waiting out front.  How bizarre would that be for them to see me face to face, in 3D?  They've only seen pictures of me and have basically read my life story.  I know nothing of them, except that they're Australian and they probably have super cool accents. 

This week will involve a lot of meditation, reading and positive thoughts.  I also plan to cook every single night to keep me occupied when I would usually be running.  I have a bazillion vegetables loaded up in the kitchen ready for me to have my way with them. 

Run for me this week, since I can't.  Enjoy every single stride!