It's here!

This morning my friend J and I met for cheap pedicures on our Friday off. I was feeling pretty down, thinking "typical, IVF can't possibly go well for me, nothing is ever that easy for me" - pretty self-indulgent...the thoughts and the pedicure, actually - so when J asked how things were going with this cycle I gave her the quick explanation and dropped it. I can't allow myself to cry in public and I've been on the verge since my appointment on Wednesday.

While we were sitting in the massage chairs, having our feet done, my stomach started to feel a little funny.

This same thing happened yesterday morning and it turned out I had to poop, so I didn't think much of it. I had been poking my boobs all morning and there was zero tenderness. There is always excruciating tenderness before every period.

I came home to my dog Roadie coughing up foamy fluid. I immediately called the vet, got an appointment for 15 minutes later and was just about to leave the house when I figured I had better go to the washroom before I left. And there she was, welcomed with a glee she has never known before. I called the clinic, left a message and ran out the door.

Roadie seems to be fine but is on antibiotics for a minor lung infection as a precaution. (I love feeding that dog pills, it's comical. He can pick anything out anything that has been stuffed into a hot dog and spit it out without losing a morsel of meat. Amazing.)

Now I am waiting for the call from the clinic. Always waiting.

Edited to add: Clinic called, appointment is at 7:45am tomorrow. And now my other dog, Booker, has the same cough minus the foamy fluid. Crap.