Sorry, hun, i was on the shitter...

I was already terribly afraid that i could spontaneously, accidentally ovulate this cycle (i know it's irrational, but remember, being irrational is part of the gig) so being so engrossed in the latest Matthew Reilly book last night and then realising that i was a half hour late with my injections did nothing to help the paranoia. What if my lateness gave my ovaries just enough time and freedom to shoot those precious eggs out and down my tubes!

Then i spent all day today feeling almost totally fantastic. Picked G up at the airport, ran by Genea at Kent Street to pick up more drugs then a lovely brunch at Balmoral with some lovely people. Followed by a splash in the spa, a trip to the shops and finally a nice dinner with my youngest brother in law and his gorgeous wife. It was such a good day and i felt really good. Except of course for the boobs, huge, sore and aching.

So of course i'm wondering if i had ovulated because i felt so good. But after dinner, driving to Max Brenner to continue our lovely evening it felt like my ovaries instantly and spontaneously expanded 2 sizes bigger. It was like one moment i was talking about how the duck tasted and the next moment, kaboom, my ovaries had combusted. Now my belly feels double the size it was. Even laying on my tummy, which i have been doing all week with no problems, feels like i could rock side to side due to the size of my gut. Perhaps i just ate too much duck...

Anyways, i had to rush out of Max Brenner to come home and shoot up. We were already a half hour late but since i was a half hour late last night, we thought it would be ok. As soon as we got home, G reminds me to do my shots and offers to help. Remember he's the injecting ninja of my first 4 cycles. So i'm getting the shots ready. Two of them. For the Cetrotide - mix, drain, change needles and ready to go. Puregon pen is just a quick twist of the device to 300mg and that's ready too. Somehow darling daughter gets woken up and she wanders out and insists on helping me swab my belly. Now we're 45 min late! Where the hell has hubby gone? But of course he's on the shitter! and knowing that he tends to take his time, i just do the injections myself (with my little assistant). He has missed it. The first set of injections that he has ever been around to witness these last two cycles. Of the probably 40 injections i've had to do alone and now he is actually in the house. He's missed it. Slightly pissed off on my part. I don't think that "sorry, hun, i was on the shitter.." quite cuts it. I think i'll withhold sex tonight just to spite him!

Sorry, hun, i've been here, alone and hormonal without any support for almost two months, injected myself about 40 times, over 10 blood tests and 8 pokes up my vagina with an ultrasound rod, all while being a single mum and living with your family dramas so i'm just not going to do it with you tonight even though it's been ages and i know you're super horny because if quality time on the shitter is THAT important to you, then sex is that NOT important to me!