Food for thought....

New Delhi the second time round Seems to just get easier. Not really. 
The heat is insane, and if your working in customer service then, you really need to wear deodorant! 
I was at Starbucks the other day. And someone came to clear our tables and I almost vomited on
Him. I couldn't get my perfume out fast enough to change the smell, and I sprayed him too.. Lol
Helped me... Not sure if it helped others that worked with him though.

So as you can tell the drugs have kicked in.... I'm moody, emotional, snappy, and panic attacks seem to kick in every night as I lay my head on the pillow.
I feel horrible for snapping at the waiter, for getting my coffee order wrong...twice. I feel horrible for snapping at our driver who came 1/2hr too early and 'tried' to charged me for it. I feel horrible that I snapped at the door guy who insists on looking through our bags every time we walk into the hotel, even if we walked out for 3mins & came back in. And all this was before 11am..
A good friend who has been on this surrogacy journey with me from the beginning, and who is also in the process of her journey of IVF said...
" unless you have a sign on your neck saying i'm a hormonal bitch, beware"  everyone is just going to have to take it!!
I still feel bad, although all these things would still piss me off even when I'm not medicated, my tone would have been softer..

My husband asked me the other day...what Is one word you'd use to describe India. The first word was colorful but there was a second word. Diversity. You could be at the traffic lights sitting in your Standard Toyota air-conditioned car, and there's a car next to you that is about to fall apart and being held together with tape and ropes, and then look ahead and you'll see a BMW  And an Audi and next to them is 50 people on bush bikes and another 50 people on scooters with a family of 4 on it. And let's not forget the street beggars, that knock on everyone's window begging for money... other than the person in the BMW.
But what i saw today was a row of tin sheds, that are made for homes, that seriously if a gust of wind came, would fall to the ground. These homes, about, 30 of them all have satellite dishes and used the electrical wires from the street to hang their clothes.
There's always something in your surrounding that will catch your eye. Every blink of an eye is a story. But most of all every blink of an eye is an education.

I have my egg collection tomorrow morning. So far scan show 11 folics.
I'm defiantly happy with that! Dr Shivani knows that when the time comes the embryologist
Has the Go Ahead to do laser hatching. But that's the embryologists call.
Apparently its only used if the embryo has the hard shell around it. 
Those results I guess we'll find out in the next few days.

It's Orthodox Easter today. No church this week. No lamb on spit. No cracking of red eggs.
Just my mum reading from her prayer book. Lamb chops at the LaLit hotel. And scrabbled eggs this morning. Still trying to keep with tradition. Lol
I do love Easter. Not for chocolate eggs...but for all our traditions. Our homes that smell of fresh baked sweet breads and beautiful biscuits. And the beautiful chants sung in our  beautifully decorated churches that give me goose bumps. But mainly I love what Easter means to me.
That one persons sacrifice can change the world. And miracles are present every day.