I called my RE Friday morning, because I wasn't sure whether to call her, or my OBGYN. As usual the RE's office was rude, and basically told me since I hadn't been monitored this cycle I was on my own, and call them if I needed them again. Wow. Not that I expected anything more from them, but it really never ceased to amaze me how lacking in compassion these people were. If this sodabread I've got baking away sticks, I'll be sending an email or letter letting the RE's office know exactly how enormously shitty they are.
I spent the rest of the day trying to get through to the OBGYN, but always got the machine. Finally I decided it was an emergency and I held on for the service to answer, just so I could find out their hours. They're closed on Fridays! So now I'm anxiously awaiting morning so I can call. I hope they can get me in tomorrow.
I've been slightly nauseous all weekend, but only threw up on Friday night, and I think that was just from the food I ate while I was out with a friend. Other than that, all I want to do is sleep.