Pain in the butt!

Bed rest started off great... Thursday afternoon Nick waited on me hand and foot and Belle gave me lots and lots of snuggles.  I was doing well emotionally and I napped a lot as I slept off the valium from the transfer.  Friday was just as good... My sister came over during her lunch break and made me lunch, took Belle out and treated me to some goodies (thanks, Whit!).  I did shed some tears on Friday afternoon, though...  I think I was mainly overcome with the thought of either outcome at the end of this TWW.  I talked through my crocodile tears with my mom over the phone and the rest of the evening was fine. 

But then.... I unfortunately awoke on Saturday in P-A-I-N.  Pain in the butt, that is.  I can't even tell you how much pain I was in.  Shrilling pain that I felt when not even moving a single muscle in my body.  The pain from the PIO injections had finally gotten to me - I was down for the count.  As my husband laid on the couch with me, he helped me to ice each cheek on and off for fifteen minute intervals.  But, numbing the injection sites didn't help.  Not even one bit.  My muscles were pulsating in pain all the way down my legs and all the way up my back.  It was terrible.  At one point, I was laying in the fetal position on the couch and tears just streamed down my face.  I couldn't control them.  Nick wanted me to call the nurse at my RE's office to see what I could do, but I opted for the next best thing... my Mom, the nurse.  My mom suggested moist heat, so Nick wet face cloths and threw them in the microwave.  He then pressed them on each side of my bum.  That didn't seem to help either, though.  Finally a little after 1 p.m., I gave up on bed rest.  I somehow got myself up and off the couch and into the shower, thinking that hopefully the warm water would help.  After my shower, we drove to a nearby bike trail and walked a very slow half mile.  I was convinced that moving around would be the only thing to help.  And I think it did.  I was still in a lot of pain for the rest of the afternoon and evening on Saturday (I continued to take it easy on the couch, but would force myself to get up every now and then to walk up and down my hallway), but I woke up on Sunday feeling like a different person... so we celebrated by going out to breakfast (our one and only outing of the day due to another small snow storm in Massachusetts). 

Plain and simple, I was a wreck on Saturday.  The pain, coupled with the overwhelming emotions from all of this, just got to me like its never gotten to me before.  I'll either be pregnant or I won't.  It's black or white.  It's happiness or sadness.  And it's HARD.

So, as I continue to take it easy today (no work thanks to President's Day!), I'll leave you with some documentation of bed rest after my transfer number five (how sick is that?):

1.) Snuggles with Miss B. 

2.) Pineapple... and lots of it... supposedly it can help with implantation?  I'll do anything! 

3.) Belle giving me a run for my money on Friday. 

4.) Ridiculous TV to keep my mind off wondering if I'm pregnant or not. 

5.)  My sister, who's also my best friend, brought me treats to help keep me busy.  I love her. 

6.) Me and B. 

7.)  Magazines.  P.S.  can't wait for The Bachelor x2 this week! 

8.) Kisses for Belle. 

And finally...

9.) Chocolate chip banana pancakes to celebrate no more bed rest and a much less painful bum!

I also have to include the following pictures that I took while my sister and I FaceTimed yesterday afternoon...  Thanks for being such a fun and loving sister, W!!  xo