A Good Day!

Monday started out pretty rough. Over the weekend I had been experiencing some strange stomache pains (the best I can describe it felt like a combo of cramps, gas and 1000 too many sit ups). So I went to my fertility doctor early Monday morning before work. They did an ultrasound and found that my ovaries are hyperstimulated (aka 3x the size they usually are) and there is liquid forming around my ovaries and uterus. Basically, I wasn't just being a sissy like I thought I was being. So with a few instructions on how to alleviate the pain and bloating (see sidenote), they sent me on my merry way to work.

Let's be honest, physically my job is not so easy. One of my kids is a frequent bolter, and it HURT to run after him. He wasn't in a great mood either, so I got screamed at, hit, kicked, etc. alot that day. Toward the end of the day, I was thinking to myself, there is no way I can come back tomorrow, I should just quit my job! I hear the movie theater is hiring, who needs this trauma everyday? As I am thinking this, I pull my band aid off of where they had taken my blood. My boy was very into the book he was looking at, but looked up when I said ow as I pulled it off. He got a very concerned look on his face and began tenderly rubbing my arm and saying, "Owie...owie....owie." He did this for a at least a minute before going back to his book. Periodically, he would pull my sweater sleeve up and doing the same thing, almost as if he were saying, "Are you ok, does it hurt?" He is pretty non-verbal and usually not affectionate at all- I usually have to bribe him to get a hug. It was so sweet!

What a good day!!!!!

* Sidenote: The doctor told me it would get worse before it got better. I have to weigh myself and measure around my waist a couple times a day. When I started I was 27" around and weighed 129lbs (how embarassing to admit). By the end of the day yesterday I was 31" around and 132 lbs. How crazy is that?!?!?!