Yup. I'm alive. Very uncomfortable, but alive.

2 ultrasounds.

7 needles (instead of 8, aren't I the lucky one?).

10 minutes.

1 relieved Ren.

1 quiet evening with the gal.

Ta da. Today is gonna be a quiet day. I've already told my manager (yes, I'm chilling out at Weasel Central again) that I'm just gonna sit at my desk and be cranky all day. He seemed cool with that. Not that he had a choice.

The doctor said it's gonna hurt to do the following today:
-laugh
-cough
-yawn
and my personal favourite.....swallow.

Um, yeah.