GRRRRR....

I'm grouchy.  I can totally intellectualize this crankiness though. It's because my estrogen is rising and it's bringing out the feisty female voodoo energy. I decided to have half days at work this week because I didn't think I could keep my cool for 10 hours straight. I'm very happy that I made this decision. My estrogen level is now 126, which is good. I cruised the web to see other people's numbers, and mine seem low, but Dr. B says that as long as it is twice as high as my starting estrogen level, then we're doing really well...and it's 4 times higher...so...I trust it's okay. I thought I was having an ultrasound yesterday, but it's actually tomorrow. I can feel my ovaries taking up more space in my belly...so I'm expecting good numbers.
One of the injections I'm taking, Ovidrel, was made by Dick Cheney and the devil in their shared undisclosed location. Yes, I'm pretty sure about this. The other injections do not hurt. But Ovidrel makes me cry. I made Gregg administer this one because, once again, my arm would not allow me to inject liquid fire into my abdomen. Go figure. I've decided that it's okay to be pissed off that I'm going through IVF even though I chose it. I see the acupuncturist (Dr. D) on Friday. I'm going to have a cup of tea now and chill out.  grrrrr...stay calm...grrrr...

My ovaries better look like this, or else...