Retail Therapy AHOY!

We went for our /third/ ultrasound this week (thank goodness it's covered by insurance, yo!) and the results were /still/ not great. We were really hoping that things would be mature and lovely yesterday and we would trigger last night for an IUI on Monday morning, when I could just skip my training class and everything would be groovy. Instead, we have to trigger tonight for an IUI on Tuesday morning. Which means I needed to find someone to sub-teach my toddler playgroup. And I have two new kids starting on Tuesday, so they are coming with their parents! Ugh! (And I'm losing 5 hours of billing, which means I won't make quota, which means I can't just comp Friday out.)

We were originally just going to head to Old Navy to look for some pants but I decided that since we were already up and out of the house really early, we should go to the Wrentham outlets. I'm not usually a shopper but sometimes a little Retail Therapy goes a long way. We went into one store to look for some pants for Jen, and while she was trying them on I was looking around. And I saw this dress on the rack that I thought was really cute. I don't usually get that feeling so I was like, "Well, if they have my size, I'll try it on." (They only had two on the rack.) They had the size just below my usual size and I said, "What the heck," and tried it on. And when I walked out of the room to check the full-length mirror, this whole gaggle of women started flooding me with compliments. It was so crazy! So I was kind of bummed that I couldn't think of an event to warrant buying a dress, and then I remembered we have Mindy and Jay's wedding in two weeks. So I bought a dress! Wacky. It also needed a strapless bra so I ended up needing to buy one of those, too. I'll be the belle of the ball at the wedding, after the bride of course. ;)

So Jen ended up with 4 pairs of neat pants, and I walked out of there with the dress, a pair of jeans that actually fits (the other two pairs I've had forever fall off me), a cute summer shirt, and a pair of flip-flops. I love the way pants are cut these days (the whole popular low rise, flare leg thing) because it means most of the pants fit me no problem. Buying pants used to be so stressful! (Oh, and I'm always too short for pants, but right now cuffing and cutting are cool.)

When we went to a restroom they had one of those weight/fortune machines and I stuck a quarter in... and weighed about 5 pounds more than I did all through college! When I started working out/Metformin in Feb. 05 I weighed about 28 pounds more than I did in college. DANG! I want to weigh myself everywhere. When I get knocked up, all that excitement will go right out the window!

So now we're scheduled to IUI on Tuesday at 10. And then I need to get to work at 1 to do a couple of home visits. I could probably just take the whole day, but I'm only visiting small infants (a preemie 6monther with an adjusted age of about 3 months, and a 4monther with Down's) so I'll pretty much sit on the floor and not move around much. I shouldn't sweat the productivity thing because I'll make quota by bonus time no problem (if we make our hours by June 30, we get $1500)... but my officemates and I are really trying to have our hours done by May 31st so we can coast through June.

p.s. Birthday party/game night at Shani and Matt's last night, including an appearance from Mr. William back from Japan with armloads of Pocky and Green Tea Kit Kats. Neat!

Teh Awesomeness

So to continue the body awesomeness of yesterday, I wore my new jeans (which are admittedly quite saucy) to my grandparents' house today and my grandmother accused me of "melting away." Mind you, my grandmother is one of those old women who will say whatever is on her mind - and it is usually NOT flattering. She told me things like "You need to lose weight" and "You need to wear a girdle" my whole life. She has NEVER said I was too thin before!

Also, she asked if we had "any results" with our TTC stuff. It was so sweet of her to ask, and it really meant a lot to me.

But the awesomest of the awesome was getting to see my old high school friend, Mike, for the first time in 12 YEARS! He's all famous and stuff and I am .incredibly. proud of him. He just looks so happy and it was so very yay. I love me some Mr. Winky!

I'm bummed, though. I brought my camera down to RI so I could take pictures of the illustrious Mr. Winky but the battery was dead. So I brought the charger down and plugged it in at my grandparents' place. We went out to dinner with them and it to for-effing-ever, and in the rush to meet up with Mike, I left the damned charger and battery at Grandma's. So frustrating. I took a picture of him with my phone but it's just not the same. :(

Aah well, it's almost time to shoot my guts up with hCG. Good times!

This cursed cycle

About 15 minutes ago, I got all ready to do my trigger shot. Last month was such a piece of cake, so I was all ready. I got out my alcohol wipe and I rubbed an area, I got all of the air out of the needle, and then, holy crap, when I went to stick the needle in it hurt so bad I couldn't do it! I didn't know what to do, so I pulled it out and tried again in another spot about 1cm from the last spot - same thing. At this point, I was /really/ freaking out. I took a little break and walked around the house for a minute. Then I got a new alcohol wipe and prepped an area on the other side of my belly. This one went in no problem just like last month. WTF?

Looking down on the first area, I can see that I'm starting to get a little bruise. Jen thinks maybe I hit a nerve or something. All I know is that I was so freaked out that when I went to give myself the shot for the third time, I almost fainted. (And that has NEVER happened to me before.) But now I'm paranoid that I really screwed it up, by jabbing the needle halfway in (and then out again) two times before successfully giving the shot. I guess there's no use worrying about it, but I'm still all jittery. That was effed up.

This is totally the cycle of doom. I occasionally read stories where women are like, "I just knew we were out this month, everything went wrong, but look, we're pg!" I would like to have a story like that, especially when this cycle has been so freaking ridiculous - all of the Clomid emotional drama, the slow-growing follicles, the disappearing EWCM, the day-after trigger, and now the injection mishap. I give up.