Speaking of the tiny monster, the womb critter is doing just fine. I have one more week of ass shots (PIO, I do not love you) and one more RE visit, then I am cut loose. Again. Then 7 months of gestating my womb fruit until it is Time.
We have told very few people, just a couple of close friends who knew we were doing another IVF cycle. I asked KB if we could wait to tell his family until I feel a little better. I can't handle the daily phone calls from mom and his aunt, tag-teaming me with nosiness, to ask how I feel every. single. day. When I'm in survival mode and trying to get some work done on the side. When they ask about symptoms I don't have because they don't know there are more than the ones they remember (every day, last time: "How's your heartburn today?" "I don't have any heartburn. Just nausea." "Oh, your heartburn will go away soon like mine did." "Fine.").
Mostly I'm feeling like a hermit. I would like to hunker down for a few months to get past the worst part (until the next worst part in third trimester, when the insomnia and the pelvic pain turns up). I just don't have much use for humanity right now and respectfully request that they stay the hell away for a while longer. Please and thank you. Also, humanity, keep your germs away. Enough already.
And to end on a high note: here's some video of Jackson humping a balloon. You're welcome.