12 DPO??
What the hell? When did we get here?
I can't even begin to comment on the ups and downs of this cycle. Instead, I'll wave my prescription of AstraZeneca around like a cute little flag...
Ok, I lied. No AstraZeneca....
Am I pregnant or not? Make up your fucking mind, peestick!
Can I still wave a cute little flag?
Showing posts with label IUI #4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label IUI #4. Show all posts
Monday, June 14, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
"I've got something to put in you... at the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar!"
I am a lucky woman! No, I'm not pregnant yet.... well maybe I am but it's only 5-6 DPO, so who knows??
I'm lucky because I have a wonderful wife who took me away for an early birthday trip to Atlantic City. We touched the fertility idols at Ripleys, she tried to teach me how to play craps (not really my thing but I had fun watching her get into it) and we walked on the boardwalk. Definitely a really nice little getaway and the hotel was great. We stayed at the Taj Mahal and had a perfect view of the atlantic ocean from our huge window on the 38th floor. Lovely!
In other news, did I mention that we had IUI #4? Well, we did. It was last thursday and hopefully between my super thick lining (you could mud wrestle in it...), the fertility idols (which I rubbed and then secretly licked my palms), and the doctor's reassurance that he has a psychic connection with sperm... the will finally be it for us. If not, there's a rubber room waiting for me at bellvue.
So, now is when I start calling my wife at hourly intervals asking if I should be feeling pregnant yet. I really need this to work.
Also, today at work, I taught my students the art of the practical joke. Yes, we foiled the chair of one of the other teachers, who is away on vacation. It was awesome.
Lastly, pleasegodletitworkthistimepleasepleasepleaseplease!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
"Everybody dance now!"
I love American Fertility, so far. My Own Fertility, I despise but that's clearly another story.
Today was CD 12 monitoring. I'm going to brutally honest. I am so sick of having cameras and various other equipment put in my vagina by people who have never even bought me a drink at the bar. There was once a time, back when I was young, that I would be positively titillated by the prospect of having an older woman with a russian accent order me to undress and spread 'em while she lubed up phallic shaped instruments. Now, after 9 months of failed cycles, the sexiest thing I can think of is going two whole weeks without having some part of my reproductive system photographed and measured. Sigh.
Speaking of being measured, my lining is freakin' huge. 13 mm! I gave myself a great big pat on the uterus when the tech told me that. My follicles were massive as well. Two follicles, both measuring over 20 mm each. Tonight, we will do the ovidrel trigger and then, the IUI #4 is on thursday morning.
The best part? We got to speak to the actual doctor to discuss the plan of action. No waiting around for a phone call from a nurse, plenty of opportunities to express concerns and ask questions, no rude and dismissive answers.
The even bester part? Next weekend, the Ripley's Believe It or Not fertility statues will be in Atlantic City! Something like 2,000 women have gotten pregnant after touching those statues; many of whom were told they couldn't conceive. June 6th I'll be all over that... literally!
PS-I'll be 27 next tuesday. I'm asking for two things.
1. A baby (duh)
2. That no loved ones (human or animal) be diagnosed with aggressive and fatal diseases on my birthday for the third year in a row. Maybe this is selfish but, save it for June 9th, ok? Thanks.
Today was CD 12 monitoring. I'm going to brutally honest. I am so sick of having cameras and various other equipment put in my vagina by people who have never even bought me a drink at the bar. There was once a time, back when I was young, that I would be positively titillated by the prospect of having an older woman with a russian accent order me to undress and spread 'em while she lubed up phallic shaped instruments. Now, after 9 months of failed cycles, the sexiest thing I can think of is going two whole weeks without having some part of my reproductive system photographed and measured. Sigh.
Speaking of being measured, my lining is freakin' huge. 13 mm! I gave myself a great big pat on the uterus when the tech told me that. My follicles were massive as well. Two follicles, both measuring over 20 mm each. Tonight, we will do the ovidrel trigger and then, the IUI #4 is on thursday morning.
The best part? We got to speak to the actual doctor to discuss the plan of action. No waiting around for a phone call from a nurse, plenty of opportunities to express concerns and ask questions, no rude and dismissive answers.
The even bester part? Next weekend, the Ripley's Believe It or Not fertility statues will be in Atlantic City! Something like 2,000 women have gotten pregnant after touching those statues; many of whom were told they couldn't conceive. June 6th I'll be all over that... literally!
PS-I'll be 27 next tuesday. I'm asking for two things.
1. A baby (duh)
2. That no loved ones (human or animal) be diagnosed with aggressive and fatal diseases on my birthday for the third year in a row. Maybe this is selfish but, save it for June 9th, ok? Thanks.
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