Get it? That’s pain in the fallopian tubes.
Yeah, I didn’t think it was that funny either.
It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be, but I thought it was going to be really, really bad. I took Zofran a couple of times, I took a bunch of naps, and I had cramps mild enough to be tamed by Tylenol, but I moaned about anyway.
The worst is that I was, and still am, dizzy, as I have been since I got pregnant, and it’s the misery of being dizzy that is making me think seriously about just how quickly I want to try again. I am sure that by May I will be ready, but I’m looking forward to enjoying a couple of clear-headed months in between. (Not that I’m assuming I’ll get pregnant again on the first month, of course.)
First things first, though: Blood test tomorrow morning and again on Friday. It is my understanding that the beta could be up tomorrow, but should be down by Friday and if not, we get to rinse and repeat. Woohoo.
Meanwhile, file this under you can’t make this shit up: In the high winds yesterday, an entire tree fell on Tata’s and her boyfriend’s cars. Yes, plural for both of their cars, which were parked next to each other. I feel terribly for her, and it wasn’t great for us, either, since it wasn’t like either of us could miss another day of work. Grandma filled in today while she got everything worked out with insurance including, thank god, a rental car.
