Slow Days

Creep by as I wait for the end of a 2 week wait. Every motion, every feeling, every twinge of my body is scrutinized. I drive myself crazy. And, I'm sure that G is tired of hearing my play by play.

C'mon, Monday.

Directions

The above is an image of the directions that our RE gave us today.

The car with the wheels at the top of the page... yeah... those are my reproductive organs. Vroom.

And no... I can't understand the words on that page either. Except that I was there when she wrote it - so I can pull out the salient points.

We had a meeting to discuss the "next step" if the IUI #3 turns out to be unsuccessful. Because of our great insurance coverage, our RE discussed the IVF option with us. Since I've been doing so many shots and so many many visits, she said that it really wouldn't be all that much more involved to move from our IUI to an IVF. The biggest difference would be the surgical procedure of the egg retrieval (I'd be sedated for all of 20 minutes). And a day of rest after the egg implantation. So, if Monday does not deliver good news, our next cycle would be IVF.

The Baster

Well, in the effort to share in our whole experience, G decided to share the most significant item of the entire process: The Turkey Baster, er, catheter. This very long and, well, very long catheter nestles up in my nether regions and, we hope, drops off busloads of tourists.

So now we're waiting. 2 weeks. And, in the mean time, we have scheduled an appointment with our doctor that involves planning for both possible outcomes.

Here's to a very fast 2 week wait.

Butterflies

I'm getting a few butterflies about tomorrow. The big day... Insemination Day. Third time may be a charm!

I'm hoping that my cervix isn't doing yoga, and that the teneculum won't need the extension and that I won't hear something about the curling catheter or anything like that.

I've loaded G up with plenty of protein, and now we're headed off to get plenty of rest!

Wand Wubbers

The item of the day today was the basket of "probe sheaths" that hangs out behind the sonogram machine. G and I, the marketing geniuses that we are, have renamed them to Wand Wubbers to appeal to a broader population.

It makes me giggle how they are just chilling there, in this basket, waiting to be smothered in blue goo and placed on a wand, er, "probe."

It's not all giggles in the office though - there's also some useful information. We have 3 follicles that are promising - 19, and 2 at 15. We are triggering tonight using Ovidrel, and have scheduled our IUI for Monday morning.

We have our cup, we have our meds... it's crunch time :)

One Thing

I asked G to pick out one thing in the room that I could blog about. Just telling the facts was getting dull, and I wanted a focus. And what sort of blogger would I be if I didn't give you a well-rounded reading experience?? Right?!

Well, the one thing that G picked was probably the most, er, inappropriate. But, readers, do not fear. I'm all about giving you the whole picture here. I'm sure most of my readers have encountered said item, but, dear blog-follower, let me assure you that at 7am on a Sunday, this item has a completely different effect on a person.

I, sometimes, get the giggles. It's not the wand that gets me... it's the goo. The blue goo hidden under the wand condom. Giggle Giggle Snort.

You have to laugh at this stuff... otherwise it's just too stressful :) Thank you, G., for the suggestion and for taking the image. We have bonded over the wand and goo.