Sore!

Today is the first day of the IVF cycle where I'm actually feeling the pain. I feel like a little old woman hobbling around my house. Thank the Lord that all this took place over a weekend - I don't know what I'd do if I had to be at work!

Surfer is still a pro at the shots, but I think the cumulative effect of two big ones per day is hitting me, and my poor little ovaries are trying hard to recover from their needle fight but are complaining rather loudly.

But then, I think of those eight little miracles that are (hopefully) growing and thriving down in Kirkland, and it makes all of this worth it. Technically, I'm two days "with child", except that my children are not as close with me as most moms of my stage! I keep hoping and praying that we will get to transfer, and that they will snuggle in tight for, oh, 9 months or so.