The hormonal sobbing has finally ceased and the bloating has set in. This time, along with the my-jeans-are-so-tight-I-can-barely-breathe type of bloating, I have giant puffy feet. Also, it seems that I no longer have ankles.
My mom, who is always very concerned about my well-being, advised me to drink lemon water and keep my feet elevated.
Then she drew this:
Which can't possibly be me because I happen to have a french pedicure at the moment.
Retrieval is tomorrow morning, folks.
As my vaginal wall and ovaries are repeatedly punctured by a gigantic needle, you'll all be in my thoughts.
