It's official. I've been triggered. Thanks, Paul- you are the king of IM injections. I'll admit that I was terrified at the thought of you wielding that huge needle and stabbing in my general direction, but you came through in the clutch. It didn't even hurt!
In exactly 34.5 hours, the BabyMaker will be harvesting these eggs that we've worked so hard to mature. Exciting, right? All I can do now is relax, and hope that the eggs are packing up their belongings and preparing to vacate my comfy, squishy follicles.
In truth, I'm ready for them to move out. Each follicle is about 2 cm in diameter. Presently, there are between 20-30 large marble-sized fluid balls in my belly that make every movement awkward and uncomfortable. I look like I'm about 4 months pregnant (I wish!), and I'm waddling like a geriatric duck. Hurry up, Thursday, because I can't wait to find out exactly what we've got growing in there!