Dead On My Feet

September 18th, 2011.  CD19, 3DPO.

I want to start by apologizing for my whine-fest the other day.  It was a low moment, and I’m completely better now.  I have some amazing friends and family members, and a super-supportive man who’ve all  been there for me in a totally non-pitying way.

I’m at peace with all of it, and I intend to stay that way.

In other news, I got my crosshairs today.  Three days past ovulation, and I did it all on my own without the Ovidrel!  I don’t really feel like it was any different this time than it has been with the trigger, but our timing was decent this month at least.

One new development is my excruciatingly sore nipples.  Like hot ice picks being stabbed through them… Gah!  That’s been going on since I ovulated, and it’s a pretty new thing.  I usually don’t get much in the way of breast tenderness except maybe a day or two before Aunt Flo shows up, so this is pretty crazy.  I’m really trying not to read too much into it…

I’m also exhausted.   E X H A U S T E D.   Oy, it’s ridiculous!  I couldn’t go out with friends last night because I couldn’t keep my eyes open at 9pm, and as I’m typing this, I feel like I’m barely able to string two words together and it’s only 8:30!  I’m also trying not to read too much into that…

Not much else new here.  I have a progesterone test this week Thursday (yay, needles), and a beta next week Thursday (yay, more needles), so the two week wait is in full effect around here.  I’m trying not to be bitchy.  I’ve not been successful thus far… Here’s hoping the exhaustion, bitchiness, and sore nipples turn around sometime this week.

Preferably sooner than later.

Ugh.