So several things have happened in the past few days.
1) We found out my sister is not responding well to the medication and we are going to end up with a much lower egg count than initially hoped for. Her meds were increased and she will be on them for two days more than planned.
2) Two of my friends gave birth on the same day (which makes four births in the past month) subtly reminding me how LONG we have been in this process.
3) Noah got injured playing softball and ruptured or tore his hamstring, which landed him in the ER yesterday. An MRI is soon to come. We are praying he doesn't need surgery.
Oh, and my belly looks like I was dancing naked in the middle of a paintball war. I have a gorgeous photo of my bruises but can't figure out how to upload it. Maybe it's better that way.
The doctor keeps telling us to be positive and to relax. How? When it rains it pours, right?
There is literally nothing I can do but eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch and pace my house. So I guess that's what I'll do. This is just how it goes I suppose. I can take a deep inhale through my nose and let it out my mouth. Reminding myself I am alive, I am trusting the process, and I am doing the best I can.
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