My Husband Rocks on Saturday, too.

Okay, so with everything going on yesterday, I may have forgotten my Friday pledge to praise my husband. But that's okay because he rocks everyday of the week.

Today, we went out and ran some errands after our early morning, "Yes, your ovaries are still there" appointment. We met with the RE who is going to do my retrieval in the morning, and the new doctor in the practice. She was manning Mr. Wandy today, and made what I thought was a funny comment. "I am having trouble seeing anything other than her right ovary on the screen." That's because righty is MASSIVE!

I'm starting to worry about starting school and what I'm going to be able to wear if I'm really bloated. I've tried to pick up a few things over the summer that are "maternity friendly" when they are on sale. Today, I gave up on doing things halfway and actually purchased some items from the maternity sections at Target and Kohls. I feel like I broke some kind of IF club rule, but oh my God, I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner! I am so uncomfortable and bloated, and they make pants with nice wide comfy elastic waistbands, that actually make me look thinner!

I ended up with two pairs of capris and a couple of dresses. I figure if we don't get pregnant this cycle, at least I'll have something to wear when I just get fat from too much dessert :-)

Tonight, I'm offically cooked. I am so sore, bloated, and have a lot of pain on my right side. I'm not moving from this couch until bedtime, and I hope I feel better after retrieval in the morning. I guess the Vicodin will help with that!

What does this have to do with my husband? He very patiently went shopping with me, held my stuff, gave honest opinions in the dressing room (we have hit a point where it is okay to say I look pudgy or pregnant in something), and didn't complain when I picked out a new pair of shoes. Quite a guy, my husband!