Running and Running

Yesterday was a day that started with me waking up in the middle of the night - running to the bathroom. Several times. I couldn't even see what time it was because the clock was slightly obscured and I was afraid any movement would have me running back to the cold tile.

Course that's the kind of thing that makes you afraid to sleep. So there I was, wide awake, trying my best not to do that little gaggy-thing you do before you throw-up, in fear that the muscle contraction would make me poo in my PJs. I had my Hello Kitty's on after all. Fortunately nothing like that happened and I was able to keep running when needed. By 7:30am, I was exhausted. 

During this time I was wondering to myself (and to my husband, whom had much pity on me), how this could have happened. My son had a violent bout of stomach problems for most of the day 3 days prior (and of course I was with him on Christmas), but my husband didn't seem to think that sort of thing was contagious. I remembered differently, but I wasn't exactly in a state to argue or even think straight. More than likely, he mused, it was the Thai food I brought home the night before. 

A little voice inside me feared it was a reaction to my Ganirelix. I've never had it before and wouldn't that be a disaster if we had to figure out a change of meds at the last minute? While I've never had quite the exploding reaction to any other meds (unless you count the time my mom made me take cough syrup and I instantly barfed), I still have a weird history of medicine reactions. Can't take anything from the Cipro class of antibiotics. Well, I guess I COULD in an emergency, but I would be freaking out and asking my husband repeatedly why he was looking at me funny (paranoia is only one of the lovely reactions it causes.) 

Turns out I just had my son's stomach flu. Spent most of the day in the bed (and bathroom), but by 5pm (and a forced dose of  1-2 mg of Melatonin to make me sleep), I was able to come downstairs and eat. (BTW: Melatonin is supposed to help us infertiles, but golly it sure does pack a wallop with me.) Was weak as all get out, but I feared shot #2 less than I thought I would. Perspective I suppose. Now a day later, EXCEPT FOR MY STUPID PERSISTENT COLD, I'm all better. 

Kinda makes me wish I had these:

Photographer and story behind pic here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mararie/2137142469/

P.S. If you are a regular reader of my blog and are wondering about the answers to the questions I asked my nurse the other day, I updated the post to reflect the answers. Here it is: Day 1.5. I thought that would be better than to write an entire response post that are a few short sentences.