The OHSS is pretty sore today - it hurts regardless of whether I'm lying down or standing up and walking is not really an option - but I imagine that this is a backlash from treating it with such disregard yesterday and I am hopeful that it will settle down at least periodically, as it has before. Technically I didn't bring it upon myself for at least another couple of days because, until/unless an embryo implants, what I have at the moment was caused by the last injection and I'd be experiencing it whether we'd gone ahead with an embryo transfer or not. If it flares significantly around 4-7 days after the transfer then this could mean that an embryo has implanted, at which point it becomes self-inflicted and I will be duly circumspect about any references made. At least the whole thing has an in-built element of farce to keep up my spirits - despite being in a reasonable amount of pain, I am in the ridiculous position of hoping that it gets, at least marginally, worse, even though I know that this isn't a guaranteed indication of pregnancy - because if it goes away altogether I will be terrified that neither embryo has survived. When we were in Zagreb we were unable to follow through with the acupuncture because we didn't have a car and Dr Romana didn't want me walking/taking public transport etc. before the embryo transfer. Archie was a bit disappointed because he'd been sufficiently persuaded by the information available online that it was worth having at least one acupuncture session before and after the transfer on the off chance that it might be beneficial. This being the case, he booked an appointment for 11am this morning at a Glasgow clinic. I had forgotten all about it and I wasn't convinced that it was a good idea given the OHSS, (I might involuntarily punch anyone who dared to prod my poor, distended stomach), but I agreed to go along and see what the acupuncturist had to say. As it turned out she had the most unexpected repertoire I could possibly have imagined, including 'IVF is unnatural', 'acupuncture can cause miscarriage' and 'your pregnancy is high risk' after which wonderful gems and, having stuck a few pins in me, she had the spectacular cheek to ask if I was 'calmer now?' - in the kind of tone that implied I'd come into the room, raving like a lunatic and she'd cured me with her soothing chat. Needless to say we won't be going back. I'm not saying acupuncture can't work but it had significant odds to defy in this particular setting. Here are a few pictures from the past couple of days - including one or two of me in my new embryo smuggling capacity.