Bed rest after my FET on Thursday was, by design, uneventful. I don't think I've ever slept so much in a 48-hour time period in my life. Although I didn't plan it, it seemed to have worked out well that I stayed up late the night before our noon time transfer. I was well rested before my first fresh cycle and was bored out of my mind on bed rest because I couldn't sleep (at least not very much). But let me tell you - this time I rocked the sleeping at night, and especially the napping during the day. When I wasn't sleeping, I was watching TV (primarily comedies per my nurse's advice) and babysitting my work email. I wanted to use the time to read and comment on blogs but it was just too awkward trying to type while laying down. So now I'm way behind on my blog reading / commenting (I hope you all forgive me!).
My post about my 48 hours of bed rest would not be complete if I didn't tell a little story about an interaction I had with DH on Friday night. I'll cut right to the main scene: queue me laying on the couch and DH getting supper ready. And action! DH walked into the living room and asked me what I wanted to drink with our pizza he picked up from Papa Murphy's that evening. He had already mixed himself a drink with rum, ice, and I think Sierra Mist or 7Up. So I asked for....wait for it....wait for it....chocolate milk! Exasperatedly, DH said to me "You always ask for the most complicated things!" And he was serious.
Queue me shrinking into the couch and crying. Normally, I wouldn't cry over chocolate milk or DH saying something like that to me so I'm definitely blaming this one on the drugs, and maybe some stress. And normally, I would walk over to DH and hug and kiss him and maybe make fun of him a little for having such a strong reaction to the idea of making such a complicated beverage as chocolate milk. Or just go make it myself. But DH seemed unfazed by my pouting and sniffling into the couch so I laid down in the bedroom and had a bigger cry.
Eventually, he came into the bedroom to see what was wrong. Men can be so clueless sometimes - am I right or am I right? ; ) I told him about the chocolate milk, he apologized, and I tried so hard to stay mad at him - at least for a little bit. But then he said something, and I can't even remember what it was at this point, but I could not stop laughing. I even put my hand over my mouth so he couldn't see that I was laughing, but obviously, he could hear me laughing - which I denied and then we laughed even more. All was right in the world again and I rejoined him in the living room for pizza (pepperoni and green olives for me, pepperoni and sausage for him) and a Redbox dvd rental (Wanderlust - which I had just seen about two weeks ago, oh well).
By Saturday, I was in the home stretch of serving my time in couch / bed prison. DH had planned to leave bright and early to make a stop at a sporting goods store before going fishing with his brother. I whined that I didn't want him to leave yet because I would be lonely while on bed rest, and I pointed out that his brother wouldn't even be awake that early (he works the night shift). So DH climbed back in bed and snuggled with me until I fell asleep again. This made me so happy - and still does any time I think about it. :D
My bed rest officially ended at 1 pm on Saturday. I showered immediately because I had a very lovely treat waiting for me at 2 pm: a 60-minute facial! (I try to get one facial or one massage a month as a treat to myself.) I was super excited but I didn't have time to style my hair. I just tried to sculpt it in place without using my blow dryer and rushed out the door. That was some record showering / dressing / eating lunch / feeble attempt at styling my hair. I wasn't even all that concerned about my hair; it always gets messed up during my facial anyway but I still had to be seen in public.
After my wonderful and relaxing facial, two of my girlfriends (CA & H) came over for a Redbox movie rental (The Hunger Games - which I had already seen but it was definitely worth seeing again) and Chinese takeout. Mmm...chicken lo mein and cream cheese wontons make me happy. : ) Half way through the movie, I had to exuse myself for my PIO shot. I joked with CA & H that I had to take a break to go shoot up. After the movie ended, we had some lovely girlfriend talk late into the night - well, late for three ladies in their mid-thirties, two of which have kids at home. In other words, we were ready to call it a night by 11 pm. I know, we live on the edge. Watch out.
And that is the end of my bed rest stories for FET #1. At least for now.
My post about my 48 hours of bed rest would not be complete if I didn't tell a little story about an interaction I had with DH on Friday night. I'll cut right to the main scene: queue me laying on the couch and DH getting supper ready. And action! DH walked into the living room and asked me what I wanted to drink with our pizza he picked up from Papa Murphy's that evening. He had already mixed himself a drink with rum, ice, and I think Sierra Mist or 7Up. So I asked for....wait for it....wait for it....chocolate milk! Exasperatedly, DH said to me "You always ask for the most complicated things!" And he was serious.
Queue me shrinking into the couch and crying. Normally, I wouldn't cry over chocolate milk or DH saying something like that to me so I'm definitely blaming this one on the drugs, and maybe some stress. And normally, I would walk over to DH and hug and kiss him and maybe make fun of him a little for having such a strong reaction to the idea of making such a complicated beverage as chocolate milk. Or just go make it myself. But DH seemed unfazed by my pouting and sniffling into the couch so I laid down in the bedroom and had a bigger cry.
Eventually, he came into the bedroom to see what was wrong. Men can be so clueless sometimes - am I right or am I right? ; ) I told him about the chocolate milk, he apologized, and I tried so hard to stay mad at him - at least for a little bit. But then he said something, and I can't even remember what it was at this point, but I could not stop laughing. I even put my hand over my mouth so he couldn't see that I was laughing, but obviously, he could hear me laughing - which I denied and then we laughed even more. All was right in the world again and I rejoined him in the living room for pizza (pepperoni and green olives for me, pepperoni and sausage for him) and a Redbox dvd rental (Wanderlust - which I had just seen about two weeks ago, oh well).
By Saturday, I was in the home stretch of serving my time in couch / bed prison. DH had planned to leave bright and early to make a stop at a sporting goods store before going fishing with his brother. I whined that I didn't want him to leave yet because I would be lonely while on bed rest, and I pointed out that his brother wouldn't even be awake that early (he works the night shift). So DH climbed back in bed and snuggled with me until I fell asleep again. This made me so happy - and still does any time I think about it. :D
My bed rest officially ended at 1 pm on Saturday. I showered immediately because I had a very lovely treat waiting for me at 2 pm: a 60-minute facial! (I try to get one facial or one massage a month as a treat to myself.) I was super excited but I didn't have time to style my hair. I just tried to sculpt it in place without using my blow dryer and rushed out the door. That was some record showering / dressing / eating lunch / feeble attempt at styling my hair. I wasn't even all that concerned about my hair; it always gets messed up during my facial anyway but I still had to be seen in public.
After my wonderful and relaxing facial, two of my girlfriends (CA & H) came over for a Redbox movie rental (The Hunger Games - which I had already seen but it was definitely worth seeing again) and Chinese takeout. Mmm...chicken lo mein and cream cheese wontons make me happy. : ) Half way through the movie, I had to exuse myself for my PIO shot. I joked with CA & H that I had to take a break to go shoot up. After the movie ended, we had some lovely girlfriend talk late into the night - well, late for three ladies in their mid-thirties, two of which have kids at home. In other words, we were ready to call it a night by 11 pm. I know, we live on the edge. Watch out.
And that is the end of my bed rest stories for FET #1. At least for now.
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