Tomorrow at this time I will be a free woman — free from all these eggs, that is! I am so full of them that I am waddling, and I’m wondering how in the world I will fit in my pants for work today.

Last night’s trigger shot went well. I was nervous because it was the first time Joe had given a shot (and it’s a pretty darn important one), but he did great. I think he was even a little excited about stabbing me in the hip!

Joe had to mix the powdered medicine with water, and it was fun to watch someone *else* do that for a change! He took a bunch of notes to make sure he did it just right.

It definitely hurt. I guess I’m just not used to a) having a shot in my hip; and b) having someone else give me a shot. The needle itself wasn’t too bad, but the medicine made my hip throb for a little while afterward. Joe didn’t understand the fuss; he said it didn’t hurt him at all. He’s quite the comedian.

I’m *incredibly* sore today after yesterday’s 225 iu dose of Follistim. Holy crap, that’s a lot of medicine! I am literally counting down the hours until I get my little eggies removed. I’m feeling a little better after yesterday, and I’m still trying to remain optimistic about this cycle. It’s hard sometimes, but if they’re not concerned then I guess I shouldn’t be.