Sunday was my and Mr. C's anniversary. He had to work much of the day, so the night prior we went out to a nice dinner. Mr. C ordered a
32 oz wagyu bone-in ribeye. And ate the entire thing. Well, okay, I had a few bites, but he ate far more of my 16 oz lobster tail than I ate of his steak. We also ordered king crab gnocchi (which I hardly touched, but devoured the leftovers the next day) and chateaux potatoes (but they were WAY too spicy for me). The restaurant gave us a complimentary dessert that we managed to stuff ourselves with further. I mean, who can say no to chocolate cake with raspberry compote and homemade vanilla ice cream?
On Sunday, Mr. C was able to sneak away from work for a bit so we could go to the new x-men movie. We both left felling entertained, but no where near as much as when we saw Edge of Tomorrow. Now that was a good movie. But I digress....
Another thing of note from the weekend (beside my aching tooth that would go on ot have a root canal on Monday) was my inability to control crying. Seriously, I don't think I've ever been this emotionally unstable for this long ever. Mr. C showed me a video of a roof knocking followed by a bombing in Palestine and, while it's definitely a serious and heart-wrenching thing to see a building that might have people in it explode, it's not something that would usually bring me to tears. Nor would the description of an old fighting technique wherein soldiers put fake trunks on horses--so they'd resemble baby elephants--when facing enemies who used elephants, as the elephants would refuse to attack the "babies." No really, this made me cry, too.
During our meeting with our IVF nurse, she confirmed this particular birth control pill might make me a bit emotional. Ha, a bit. Right.... Anyway, I also started crying during our meeting today when we were going over how to mix and inject the medicine I'll be taking next month. I was overwhelmed, but seriously, this is NOT something I'd usually cry about. Well, at least not in front of other people. I may have also cried when I went to the bathroom because I was mad at myself for crying. And I may have also cried once we got into the car. So yes, that's FOUR times today I've cried, and it's only 8pm.
I was also a bit angry and confused during our meeting today when she told me no yoga during stimming. I started these private sessions specifically so I'd have tools during that time period to help with stress relief. Maybe I need to explain that I'd basically be doing light stretching (restorative poses) for most of it. I get that ovarian torsion (an ovary flipping around, leading to loss of blood flow) is a VERY serious problem which I'll be at risk for during stimming, but I don't think the things I'd be doing would put me at risk. I might email her tomorrow to talk about it further.
