I had my least favorite wand mistress- and the screen I could not see, I counted clicks and guessed things were progressing.
This afternoon I got my follicle count:
3 on the right over 10-- 13,13,12
one on the left over 10--11
and a bunch of little ones (6 more?)
Prolactin showing my pituitary tumor is being nicely suppressed...
So all doses stay the same with Antagon added in starting tomorrow morning, next ultrasound and bloodwork on monday insanely early (6:45 an hour away gah)
Asked again about IVF conversion-- my nurse is all for it, my doc says "we'll see"-- so, we'll see.
hate those friggin ganirelix shots, they sting like a mofo and look downright Frankenstein-ian in their little glass syringes.
A customer has been in these past few days and will be again on monday, a beautiful, insanely smart, very very very pregnant customer. One I just met, who is charming and blushes easily and can probably figure out how to get to the moon with two bandaids and a paperclip and a small wad of gum. She says she is in denial about her pregnancy, and that is all she's said except some stuff about the imminent timing of her upcoming leave.
I am nervous like I am on a first date, babbling idiotkate. Don't look at her belly! Don't look at her belly! Don't look....
so this has been challenging.
And today is a day of sadness and rawness for me, my would-have-been 10th anniversary. I am holding my heart gently this night, letting it feel as safe as I can help it feel.
Tonight I am the kind of tired that makes me tearful, bone tired, heart tired, mind tired.
So I am off to bed at 9:30 pm and hope to wake up whole.