Ooof. I am donating eggs again this Friday (round number 5) and am feeling very very puffy. I am so full of eggs I am about to cluck. The last day or two before retrieval is always kinda miserable. It doesn't HURT, but it is just uncomfortable to be so very aware of your ovaries.
I have gotten some sewing done, including a new Jalie top that I love, but refuse to have my picture taken while I am in a state of puff. So pictures next week.
In the meantime I have been cleaning out the sewing room to make room for my Big Surprise. If I am lucky, perhaps it will arrive this weekend. Cleaning the sewing room is like a treasure hunt. I am finding all kinds of supplies and fabrics that I have no recollection of buying. Which tells me I need to STOP buying until I get a handle on what I have. Sigh.
Poor orange cat Fred is getting surgery on Friday as well, on his eyes. We will convelese together. Nothing like a living purring heating pad to make you feel better post-surgery! :-)