Here we go!

Today was my follow up ultrasound. Had a follie at 14, 13, and a bunch of slackers under 10. Based off that and my E2/LH results this morning, we are now scheduled for a 12/30 trigger (which J totally wants to do just so he can get away with stabbing me) and 12/31 IUI!

Bring on the new year!

Only downside is that my lining was a little thin. I will likely try some pom juice the next couple of days to attempt to help that a bit and will definitely do so next cycle, but hopefully it isn't something that continues.

"Somewhere other than here"

I so wish I could even take credit for this response, but this belongs to J.

I went today to pick up my Clomid and trigger. Clomid wasn't an issue, but the trigger was. For starters the lady had no clue what it was (score). I was waiting for her to ask, but she didn't.

Anyway, she called me back for my free Clomid and to tell me that my insurance didn't cover the HCG shot (duh- I didn't need to be told that. My current insurance has no IF coverage and definitely doesn't cover the meds for it). She told me it would be $107. My nurse clearly told me that I shouldn't pay more than $55 for it and I told the pharmacist that. She said ok and "rang up" my Clomid and off we went.

J and I got about 5 steps before she said to the other pharmacy worker "I don't know where she thinks she's going to get that for $55..."

"Somewhere other than here."

Some days I love that man.

So you're saying it's a good thing I kept my fat pants?

This is so what went through my mind when the nurse was describing the side effects of Clomid to me. Yes, I know. Thanks. I've been in too shitty of a mood that last couple of days to even attempt saying anything without being a total bitch about it.

Anyway, baseline ultrasound was today. I about had a freak out when I saw the size- those things are going to grow to 18-24? Holy hell. Then I realized they weren't in the same units. Stupid metric system. So I moved the decimal place one over and felt much better about myself. Oh, and I hate that stupid dildo cam. It's probably because I'm constipated that it hurt so much, but I don't care. I blame the dildo.

So we are officially off and running on our first medicated cycle. You'd think I'd be thrilled. Nope. Part of me wants to run away screaming. I'm terrified of jacking with the hormones in my body. Part of me is afraid that something will go horribly wrong and my ovary will explode (and thank you nurse for telling me that I could wait to fill my trigger, then after talking to the doctor telling me to make for certain I had it with me on Monday. Dude, Monday is CD6. Not funny).

And possibly the most frightening thing? This could actually lead to a baby. At this point that thought seems like such a pipe dream that the fact it could happen now is actually making me a little shaky- and very little from excitement.

Though I am tempted to send an e-mail to my coworkers warning them of the potentially moodiness and apologizing in advance for screaming at them then bawling two seconds later.

Just give my my fucking pills damn it!

Sheesh, is that too much to ask? I called and left a message this morning for my RE. Finally got a call back from the receptionist (who I had left the message with). Ok, it's my first go-round with them and I wasn't really told who to leave a message with, so I left it with her figuring she would know who to forward it to.

She did. But instead of giving it to the fucking nurse, she instead called me and after making me want to put my head through my cube trying to explain why I was calling, she FINALLY transferred me to the nurse.

I would have appreciated a little warning about the baseline u/s. I don't remember that being mentioned at all when I was told to call in. I'm fairly certain that I was told to call and the script would be written. Sigh. Anyway, that is scheduled for 9:30 tomorrow morning (which sucks that I have to take off time for work for that in the middle of the freaking day on a day when I don't really have time to). Fortunately my boss is pretty understanding and I warned her that I would have some additional appointments coming up in the next couple weeks.

Survey says-

Same old story, different freaking doctor. Everything is fine. (I didn't ask for levels, but I might later just for my own info.) I also have more proof that J is fine (because he's still convinced it is him)- 27 million/ml with 65% motility. Yeah, problem definitely isn't him (they want 20 million/ml with 50%)


So onward we march with the Clomid & IUI plan. Yippee.