1. There’s not that much news to report;
2. It’s the Friday before Memorial Day (why aren’t you faithful readers out doing something awesome right now instead of reading my lil blog?!); and
3. Because of #2 above ^^ I’m trying to get out of work ASAP!
I had 2 follicles on this morning’s u/s! Which probably sounds meh-ish to you long-term TTC-ers, but since last month—without Clomid—I only had 1 follicle and that sucker just didn’t want to rupture (eventually it did, but whatevs. Still not pregs, so…yeah). Said 2 follicles are still not mature enough, measuring at 13 and 14 mms. Normally I’d go back on Monday to see Dr. B for follow up, but his office is closed (see #2 above ^^), so my appointment is pushed back until Tuesday. Depending on what they see, I’ll either have my IUI on Wednesday or Thursday.
I told Boss that I’d “be out for a few hours on Wednesday/Thursday-ish next week for a medical thing.” He begrudgingly obliged. Really I can’t complain. Boss is being pretty cool about my endless RE appointments, but I get that he doesn’t love how often I come in late and leave early for them. I’m thankful I don’t work for a place that isn’t much stricter.
The 2 follicles has DH over-the-moon excited–he’s CONVINCED it means twins! I patiently explained that 2 follicles doesn’t mean twins, although the possibly of twins is of course higher with the Clomid. Still, he rejects my practicality and insists on living on Cloud 9. To which I’m like “Do you even grasp how huge I’d be?” His response is that we need to “catch up” to everyone else, number-of-kids-wise. I didn’t know this was a contest? Sheesh. Whatever makes him happy I guess–he can live in his bubble, which I apparently cannot burst despite my best efforts.
Why am I being a cruel wife and bursting DH’s bubble of happiness? I’m so glad you asked! The answer is because the u/s tech just kept poking and poking and poking my already achy, on fire, throbbing ovary this morning. I was all but writhing to the top of the exam table to get away from the probe, but she continued her reign of terror. I’m in ridiculous ovary pain right now. I wish there was an easier way to test these things. I burst his bubble because he doesn’t have to really *do* much of anything here.
Fair is fair.