Random Bullets at 4dp3dt

• I'm back on the little blue pill. I guess that means Dr. Gorgeous agrees that there may very well be a November cycle in my future. I'm also assuming that I'm only on half the dose I used to take because she doesn't want me to have a stroke, considering my already high estrogen level (but, hey, I'm on heparin and baby aspirin, so it's all good).
• As a result of the little blue pill (a.k.a. Estrace) my breasts hurt. Between the PIO, the Prometrium, and the estrogen, all bets on pregnancy symptoms are off. That's probably a good thing.
• I didn't accomplish much today, but I'm trying not to beat myself up about it. What I did do: write (even if it was complete crap not related to any real project), read in three genres (criticism, fiction, nonfiction), make a handout for one of my classes, deal with email, and put an actual manuscript in the mail. I also managed to do some very basic household tasks, like empty the dishwasher, and run a couple errands.
• Oh, I'm getting that squinchy feeling over my right eye that usually precedes The Headache (is that the estrogen, or the chai latte?). Damn. I can't take real migraine meds.
• One of those two embryos better be working on implantation. One. One. One.
• LG's bus is due in 15 minutes. I think I'll go deal with the disaster in the kitchen, before I have to start cooking dinner. I'm eating curry. Will she? Or will this be another LG-eats-a-sunbutter-sandwich-in-bed night?

More bullets:

• LG was a delight this evening. (Thank you!) She's been having trouble remembering to DRINK at kindergarten, and the result is the complete and total evening meltdown. Today I put a picture of her Sigg Bottle in her lunchbox, and she drank (why the picture worked, when the actual bottle didn't, is beyond me, but I'll take what I can get).
• LG typed a two-sentence story on the computer tonight. Apparently she has "writer's workshop" every day--this just came out tonight--and she writes stories phonetically and keeps them in a special folder at school. Very cool.
• A confession: one of the things I was most worried about, in terms of the IVF details, was PIO injections. Back when I was trying for LG, I seriously hurt myself trying to do IM injections in my rear end (I think I was doing them in the wrong place), so I switched to the thigh, and that left me limping for days. So I was dreading PIO. But, honestly, it hasn't been bad. The nurse made a literal target with a sharpie, so I know my aim is right. And I'm flexible enough that I can make it to my left side without too much trouble. The best part is I only need to do PIO every other day (alternating with 600 mg Prometrium). Dr. Gorgeous says she's almost ready to let her patients only do Prometrium/Endometrin, but she's not quite there yet...
• Yoga tomorrow, which should mellow me out before lunch with Bitter Senior Colleague. I have lunch with BSC once or twice a semester to stay in her good graces. It's the same conversation over and over. BSC knows I'm ttc--she asked me point blank about a year ago if I was planning on having another kid post-tenure and I was so caught off guard that I just came out and told her--and I wonder if I'll end up telling her about the IVF. I mean, I'm not volunteering the information, but I'm a terrible liar.
• I think that's all. I'm in a much better mood. Perhaps I can thank my little blue pill for that. Can I just get knocked up and get past the first trimester and then have only my naturally crazy hormones to deal with? Please?