I was at the clinic for over 2 hours today. Geez, these monitoring appointments take FOREVER. I am a complete nervous wreck this cycle too. All that waiting really doesn’t help my mental stability.
I sat in the waiting room – which for some unknown reason is set to the temperature of the Sahara Desert – heart racing, gulping for air, sweaty, bright red and shaking with nerves. I looked across at Mr B who sat tapping at his work Blackberry, legs crossed tripping up every person entering the waiting room, absentmindedly picking his nose like only a man can.
It was at that moment when I was about to chastise Mr B for wiping bogies on his t-shirt when I looked at the other women in the waiting room. There were three. All slim, blond, attractive, and very stylishly dressed. They reminded me of my lovely pal Soops. I looked at myself. Leggings covered in a nice splattering of mud after walking outside in the rain, a purple top, cream cardigan, bright orange handbag and blue shoes. Oh, and a bright blue rain mac for good measure. Get dressed in the dark much? I was probably decorated with some stray bogies too. Mental note for next time: dress like a grown up and look in the mirror before leaving the house.
Okay, sorry, back to the nitty gritty. Firstly, I am being treated like The Queen. Obviously all the complaining has filtered through and there is a big red warning on my file. It was nice. I like being The Queen.
Follicles are continuing to out do themselves. I now have 10 (TEN!) all 14-19mm. There are 5 at 15mm, 1 at 14mm, then a 16mm, 17mm and 2 19mm-ers. There are 4 still under 10 which I guess we can discount now. But you guys, TEN! When it’s ten to ten and someone asks you the time do you say, “it’s cowboy time!” and then do the cowboy tune? No? Just me?*
Unfortunately, they aren’t quite big enough for egg collection on Friday and it has been moved to Monday instead. This is a) a hella lotta more money for drugs and b) bad for my over enthusiastic lining. Poops. If it carries on at the pace it has been, it’s likely to be at least 18mm by the time I have the egg collection. Not. Good.
Anyway, nothing I can do. The eggs are more important. Nobody is ever going to say, “well, you have no good eggs, but hell, ain’t that lining just peachy perfect!” are they? Well, maybe they would, but only if they are a moron.
The general anaesthetic is all booked in. No reminding, no crying, nada. I am The Queen now.
So the follicles are tres bien, I’m sad (and poor) stimming for 14 blooming days, the general is booked and my lining is going to be too thick, again. On balance, I think I am still winning this cycle, and more importantly it is most definitely, completely, entirely…
*and my dad.