Be jealous of my infertility lingo.
It means I am 10 days post ovulation, 8 days post IUI. A little tidbit I forgot to share. Remember how I said I was looking forward to giving myself a shot in the peace and quiet of my own bathroom? Sheee-yeah. Well what really happened, was that I got called into a sexual assault case during the Saturday I was on call, but supposed to be off by 3:00pm. I get called at 2:50, get a meanie staff person to tell me that I am still on call and need to respond. The case turned out to be a lot more complex than I thought and when my window of time rolled around (6-8:00pm) that I had to trigger, I called Chris and had him bring my shot to me. So there I am, giving myself a shot in the stomach as fast as I can in the Emergency Room bathroom while someone was pounding on the door the whole time. Nothing like a little relaxing during ovulation.
Still have heartburn. Still have indigestion. I’m hungry. My boobs hurt.
Oh, and the latest? Mood swings. Namely in the way of crying/laughing. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I laugh hysterically. Sometimes I do both. I’ve already cried three times tonight. Twice started out as laughing and suddenly found myself crying and apologizing to Chris while I lay on the floor. Could this be a pg sign? It better be, because my poor husband puts up with a lot. I could at least give him a child in exchange for all I am putting him though. At least I am over halfway through this 2WW.