Wean the Caffiene

Discipline time again. I indulged in my daily coffee ritual after the last IVF didn't work. But as we're approaching the transfer (less than a week from now!), I guess it's time to stop again.

Me:

[Insert picture of screaming, whining kid here. Had an image posted, but the one in your head is probably better anyway!]

More whining:

I think this estrogen is making me feel crazy hungry--despite eating pahleeenty. I always attributed this mid-cycle feeling to ovulating. As the Lupron shots assure that ain't the case, I'm having the revelation that all these years it must've been the estrogen that was plumping up my lining in vain. Or not. I'm sure I can Google away attempting to do my research. Don't really care at this point. I just want the feeling to go away.

What could possibly quell this feeling?

Continuous loop in my head :

I'm the Blueberry girl in Willy Wonka

Ok.
Turns out shooting up that = this.

Remember how when the chunky girl pops the gobstopper and goes through all the permutations of the whole meal she ate in a single piece of candy? (I do wish there really was such a thing.)

Here's my gonal-F injection rendition:

Shooting up (w/ Dan doing plunging b/c it's too hard for me to press in myself). Plop back deep against the couch cushions as I wait for the waves to overtake:

Feel 20 lbs. heavier. Like gravity increased its pull on my entire body.

Wait. Wait. I'm starving. No, I'm full. Now I'm dizzy. Now my left eye is blurry. Now my right ovary is twinging like I'm mid-cycle. Ah, here come the constipated tears. Now I'm hot. No wait, where's my jacket? Hey Dan, Um. Yeah? I forgot. I had a thought. Wait. Naw. I was wrong there's nothing in there. Just roll me out - I'm hot, dizzy, full/hungry, bloated, and staring straight ahead spacing like a drugged out stoner with pinwheel eyes.

Gotta lay down now.

Have I mentioned I quit coffee and am weaned off Zoloft?

Gotta lay down now.

Have I mentioned Waaaaahhhh? Ok. I'll stop whining. For now.

Gotta lay down now.