lucky toes

I'm 3 days into the gonal-f and menopur stimulation of my little old ovaries, and all I have to say is that it rather sucks.  The migraine that went away on Friday?  It returned in the middle of the night last night. 

I experienced that weird rational thought phase you can have while dreaming. You know when you, your awake self, has a conversation with dreaming yourself?  You know what I'm talking about? 

I was in the middle of this dream about having a really bad headache when I said to myself, "you know, this is a bit too realistic to just be a dream."  So I woke up to the horrible reality that indeed, I had a horrible headache.

I really hope that tylenol is ok to take, as I've been taking it.  Not sure it helps all that much, but I'm desperate.

I managed to get it under control this morning so I could go to work today, but I really, really hope this doesn't get worse tonight when I take my next dose.  This sucks.  If I knew for sure a baby would come out at the end of this road I'd be happy to endure it, but as is, that outcome only has a 20% probability.

And if I've learned anything over the course of the last few years, if something requires luck, I'm screwed.

But if I have to leave so much of my future up to luck, then why not pull out the heavy punches?  I painted my toes green.

(These aren't my toes, but they look just like 'em.)