It's strange going through all the cycle motions with DH on the other side of the country (and only marginally in touch). He sent an email early this morning that just said "How's the pooch?" Didn't realize until later on the phone that he wasn't talking about the dog. He meant my injection "pooch." (Ha.) Which, by the way, is already markedly bloated on Day 2 of stims. Not complaining yet, though. I'm still in a state of active gratitude that I'm not on Lupron for this round. I know I feel better. Hoping that means I'll keep more of my sanity as things progress.