Wow. I complained so much about nothing working out the way I wanted, I didn't even take in to consideration that maybe things happen for a reason. I know, deep, huh? Sorry, I'm sort of dragging from my exciting New Years Eve of watching our new (to us, and free) TV in bed with a small glass of TGIF's Mudlslide concoction and wondering why the hell our BIL was calling us after midnight (oh yeah, to wish us a happy new year!)
In any case, I wanted to make sure to get some of the stuff that's been happening written down before I totally forget.
On Saturday, the IUI is scheduled. Finally. Amazingly enough, the timing is about as perfect as can be. Almost all of my appointments for this cycle have taken place on a weekend day or on a holiday (there's nothing like spending Christmas morning with an ultrasound tech and her probe), which means I haven't raised any eyebrows at work. My last appointment was yesterday, and I just offhandedly mentioned to my boss that I'd be in a tad late. No questions asked at all. Plus, my husband doesn't need to take any time off from work, double yay!
At my appointment yesterday I was told that I had just one "good" follicle. I was so sad to hear this, because I really thought I'd have at least two, plus the one I have isn't all that spectacular. Dr. H. told me that one is all they are really supposed to be aiming for (because of the risk of multiples), but the odds are greater when there are more than one. So, I took this as bad news and cried on my way into work. Eventually I bucked up, and right now am feeling excited.
In about 4 hours I'll take my trigger shot of Ovidrel, and then Saturday morning we'll head on over to the office. We've actually rented a hotel room nearby so my husband is a little more comfortable with the collection. I'm trying to make this as easy as possible on both of us.
Wish us luck!