Happy belated New Years! We had a fun NYE this year! My family and Austins family went to my "aunt" Heather's house for the night, and we stopped by for an hour or so but had promised a friend of Austins that we would go to his party that night. We didn't know many people there, but I ended up seeing some guys I went to high school with. They came right up and introduced themselves to my husband, and congratulated us. I had no idea they even knew I was married...
my New Years kiss!
My make up was pretty great that night.
We didn't do much on Wednesday, a little grocery shopping then we had our parents over for dinner.
Thursday evening I had to pick up my birth control to start so we could get the ball rolling with the egg donation, and later we went to pick up a cage for the tiny dinosaur. This new cage is massive! Six feet long and two feet tall.
Thursday I got a call from the Fertility center asking me to come in the next morning to do blood work so they can start the testing. So Friday morning, I woke up early, got dressed and made it to there by 6:30. I knew I would get a little light headed so I was drinking sweet tea and had some cereal bars with me. The nurse started pulling tubes and vials that she had to fill with my blood, then she layed them in front of me. I'm not kidding there were about 12-15 vials sitting there. When I saw that, I got a little nervous. I am not afraid of needles, but I am pretty good at passing out whenever one hits me. I have passed out on most of my tattoos, and once I got two shots and blacked out... Anyway there were about 2 vials left when it hit me, I was blacking out and fast. I couldn't even stop myself. The nurse noticed, and had another nurse get me water and hold me up while she finished filling the last tube and took the needle out of my arm.
The got me in a wheel chair, somehow, and then in a recliner and had me drinking some nasty cranberry juice until I was conscious again. I could totally tell this was not the first time they had done this, but I was still very embarrassed.
I ate a cereal bar, and finished my tea but still felt very weak so I sat there for about half an hour trying to build by strength to get up and walk. Finally I felt almost okay, so I did my urine sample for them and left.
As soon as I started driving I felt drunk... I had to pull over to get my vision back on track but I knew something wasn't right. Somehow I got myself to work and that's when I really started feeling like crap. I fumbled to my desk, very light headed and unable to see straight, I called my mother (who I work with) and asked her to bring me some water. She came with water and some strawberry strudel thingy and made me eat it even though I felt very sick to my stomach. Then I started to get this headache that later turned into a migraine. So stupidly, I took Advil. A couple minutes later I was over the toilet at work puking everything up. My head hurt so bad, I couldn't stop getting sick, and my vision was just shot. I couldn't text, make a phone call or even make out people's faces that well. It's like my motor skills where like "fuck youuuuuu, I'm takin the day offf".
My mother called my father who eventually came to pick me up from work and take me to their house. I don't remember much of the ride other than this headache that was killing me & me having him pull over on the side of the on ramp, and puking in front of hundreds of other cars.
Whatever.
I finally got to my parents house and layed down on the couch. My head was hurting me so bad that I was crying at this point. My dad was trying to get me to drink Orange Juice but the acid was making it worse. He was about to take me to Urgent Care, but he decided to call the Fertility center where I had gotten the blood drawn first. They told him NO OJ! Water and crackers until I wasn't getting sick again. So half a bottle of water and 6 crackers chocked down, I was feeling less sick. My dad finally gave me something for my head and I fell asleep. All day I was very weak though.
It was a bad Friday experience to say the least.
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