Today is CD9, and I went in for my second monitoring appointment (first ultrasound) for this cycle. To say that I'm more relaxed about this time around is a major understatement. I haven't been obsessing about cycle days, or even asking the nurse about my hormone levels. I was doing my core workout last night when I suddenly realized that I FORGOT to take my Follistim. I was two hours late for my date with the needle - no big deal, I took the shot as soon as I remembered - but it just slipped my mind. Honestly... I don't care! I know this isn't going to work, and while I'd love to be graced with a miracle, I'm not counting on it. Maybe that sounds sad to most people who will read this, but I am at peace with it.
I saw most of my favorite people at my monitoring appointment this morning. The nurse who did my blood draw is so funny - we always crack up whenever she's there. Dr. J and my favorite nurse did my ultrasound. My lining is measuring at 6.6. That's great! Time for the follicle count. Oh, lawd, my ovaries are WORKIN' IT just like they always do. I have three in the mature range and five in the 'gonna catch up' range.
As my doctor was calling out the measurements, my favorite nurse said, "Is this a typical response for Cici?" Why yes. Yes, it is. My ovaries are a couple of annoying bitches! They're always like, 'Heyyyyyyy, we're working so hard up in here! Notice me! Notice me! Do you feel that??' I swear, it's like they're fishing for compliments or something.
I am triggering tonight and the IUI will be on Friday. Probably the best part of all this is that Johnny's cup is currently in the refrigerator AT WORK. (My clinic puts a liquid in the cup that needs to be refrigerated up until 30 minutes before sample production) Ironic when I think of all the times people around here carelessly stated, "There's something in the water!" in response to all the pregnant teachers.