Hold the phone, guys!! I have FOUR follies!!! FOUR!!! All four should mature and ovulate! This is exact number she wanted! I think it’s amazing she knew EXACTLY how much FSH to dose me to get the follicles she wanted, first try. Good doctor.
I love me some Landay!
Anyway…I have a 14mm, 16mm, 18mm and a 20mm follicle. They’re still fairly small – but we trigger tonight and I’ll get the IUI Saturday morning, 830am.
They should be bigger by then. I got pregnant with a 25mm follie, so hopefully the 20mm will at least get that big in the next day or so.
Only slight downside is that in the last couple days – since my last ultrasound – I had 13 additional follicles pop up. They won’t mature, they’re really small, but that’s 13 eggs that are just going to waste. This will prolly be my only chance at a natural baby. This entire thing, not just this month. I’m blowing through a TON of eggs in fertility treatment. But I’m okay with that. We’ll foster/adopt the rest of our family.
Oh, and by the way, I’m a badass. Why?
This afternoon, Dr. Landay called with the results of my blood work. Everything looks great, so I needed to do my trigger shot at exactly 8pm last night to prep for the 830am insemination Saturday morning. So far, so good.
Natasha showed me how to prep the shot while I was at their office yesterday morning, and I checked the size of the needle. While the one you use to mix the two vials is big – like a 12 gauge, the one you use to inject is only a 27 gauge needle.
I’m bomb-ass with 27 gauge needles. No worries.
Except – see, Quincy and I carpool. He was filming yesterday at work and got off late…meaning he didn’t get to my office to pick me up until about 730 last night. We live an hour away.
So, short brainstorming sesh with the hubbie and we come up with a wonderful plan.
- We have nothing thawed out for dinner
- I needed to do my trigger shot in 30 minutes.
Solution? We head to the supermarket. Time to kill two birds with one stone. While Q is wandering around grabbing stuff for dinner, I head to the restroom. I wash my hands, prep the syringe…and give myself a trigger shot in the bathroom of a supermarket.
Boom. Done.
The rest of my evening went down the toilet pretty quickly – our puppy hurt himself, but I’m here, I have my coffee, and today is Friday.
TGIF, y’all.
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