Day: July 21, 2011

All Planned Out

Hi again, folks.  Tired of these minute-by-minute updates yet?  🙂

I just got off the phone with the nurse at Dr. Fran’s office.  She said that the doc took a look at my scans from today and she feels very confident in Ollie the Follie.  So confident, in fact, that she said there’s no need for me to come in for that follow-up ultrasound on Saturday after all.  I can keep the appointment if I want, but either way they’re going to want me to trigger on Saturday night.

I opted out of the appointment.  I mean, if I’m triggering Saturday anyway, then I might as well choose to have one less thing all up in my business this weekend.  If ya know what I mean.  And I’m betting you do.

So, here’s what my planned-down-to-the-minute schedule looks like for the rest of this cycle:

Friday, July 22nd – Sexy-Time, pm.

Saturday, July 23rd – Sexy-Time + Ovidrel trigger, pm.

Sunday, July 24th – Sexy-Time, pm.

Monday, July 25th – Friday, July 29th – Pray.  A lot.

Saturday, July 30th – 8am blood draw for progesterone.

Sunday, July 31st – Friday, August 5th – Try really hard not to think every little twinge is Ollie taking up residence.  Or that Aunt Flo is on her way.

Saturday, August 6th – 8am blood draw for pregnancy test.

Oh, and the weekend after that last one?  That’s when we’re moving.  Soooo yeah.  Busy times ahead for this girl.

I just hope I’m spending the week of our big move recovering from the shock of a positive pregnancy test rather than recovering from Aunt Flo’s wrath.

I’d really rather she didn’t have our new address at all, to be honest.  I wonder if the Post Office can help me with that…


ICLW – Expose Yourself!


If you’re stopping by from ICLW, then welcome!  Check out my ICLW page for a little more background info, if you please.

If you don’t please, then by all means, let me tell you allllllllllll about myself in excruciating detail.


…Okay, kidding.

But just for fun, allow me to expose myself to you, the readers.  Here are ten random factoids about me:

  • In high school, I spent an entire weekend in the Detroit suburbs dressed as Marilyn Monroe as part of a student volunteer group event.  Yes–wig, heels, white dress, stuffed bra, and all.  I was also interviewed by the local news.  I am still praying that tapes of this disaster don’t surface one day…
  • I married “that guy” I made that “when we get to a certain age, we will just give up on dating and marry each other” pact with.  I’ve never regretted for a second being married to my best friend.
  • As a child, I wore giant, Coke-bottle eighties glasses.  I looked like Sophia from The Golden Girls from the time I was 18 months old until I turned fifteen.  To say that I survived an awkward stage would be an enormous understatement.
  • My first boyfriend was the pastor’s son.  What they say about pastor’s kids is totally true…
  • I have been in no less than four car accidents to the tune of the 90’s hit “One Headlight”, by the Wallflowers.  To this day, if I hear that song on the radio while driving, I pull the eff over.
  • I have a brother who’s two years younger than me.  And a sister who’s 17 years younger than me.  Not a half-sister, not a step-sister, but a sister-sister.  Oops, Mom and Dad.  You were almost home free, and now you’re sixty with a tween in the house.  Hah.
  • I am petrified of big bridges.  I have a recurring nightmare of driving off of one to my grisly demise.  *shudder*
  • I can turn anything into a sexual innuendo.  Even the word innuendo…
  • I play the Devil’s Advocate more than anyone I know.  I don’t even know I’m doing it!
  • Twins run in my family.  I married a guy who is a twin.  I hope this whole fertility medication thing doesn’t have Octo-mom-like results, because as much as I like kittens and puppies, I do not have the frame to support carrying and birthing a litter.

If you’re burned out while commenting from ICLW, then please, feel free to expose yourself too!  It will give you something interesting to share, me something enjoyable to read, and hopefully won’t leave you feeling like you’ve simply done your due diligence and moved on.

Plus, I like embarrassing stories.  They make me feel like my life is a little bit normal.  Kinda like watching the Maury Povich Show.

Happy ICLW!


It Only Takes One…

July 21, 2011.  CD13.

Well, I’m home from my CD13 ultrasound.  The transvaginal ultrasound experience is just as slimy and violating as I remember.   Almost as disturbing as the word “transvaginal”.  Ew.

I did remember to mention to the ultrasound tech that last time I was there, it was CD15 for me, and they thought I had already ovulated on the left, despite my tendency to ovulate around CD23 during a natural cycle.  I told her about how my temps had stayed fairly low, and that from the temp spike on CD28, I suspected that I had maybe ovulated later than it had originally appeared.

She took a look at my bloodwork that had been drawn that day, and said it looked to her like I hadn’t ovulated after all, so I was probably right about having ovulated around CD28.  I asked her if it would make a difference in how the Femara worked for me this cycle, and she said that it would probably mean my ovulating a bit later than the average Femara patient, but surely not as late as CD28.

Good to hear, thank you.  Oh, right.  Yes, I will lie back so you can shove that slimy wand into my hoo-ha.

So the good news is this: I have a nicely developing follicle on my right side.  15.5mm, which Miss USTech said looks pretty good for my first Femara cycle.  There are a couple of other smaller-ish ones that she said could have good potential too, but she liked #15 the best.

Only one good-looking follie.  Oh well, I will do my best to nurture and spoil that one little follie in hopes that he becomes my baby someday.  We shall call him Ollie the Follie, and he shall be my baybeh!

I guess It’s not ideal, but hey–it only takes one!

They want me back there on Saturday morning to see how things are progressing.  The husband even offered to come along with me to the appointment, although I think if they start talking about the Ovidrel injection he will probably exit to the safety of the lobby.

The odd/not-so-good/unsettling news goes as follows: That weirdness about possibly having ovulated on my left on CD13 last cycle came up again when the tech took a look at my left ovary.  She said it looked the same to her, like maybe remnants of a cyst from a previous cycle.  I asked if I should be worried, and she said no, but to be sure she was going to make sure Dr. Fran took a look at the scans too.  We will keep an eye on it the next few cycles, she says, nothing to worry about, I’m sure.

Hmm.  Okay then.

In other news, I bought a shiny new 20-day OPK on my way home from work last night (with a very full bladder, might I add), and when I tried to use it, the stupid electronic thingy you put the test strips into wouldn’t work!

So there I was, dancing around the bathroom trying not to pee myself, ripping open test strip after test strip, trying to get this thing to work.  There was no little blinking icon indicating that the thing had any intention of telling me whether my LH was surging or not, so I gave up and chucked the thing across the room.

And then I peed, of course.  It was glorious.

After my little tantrum, I boxed up the unused test strips and the broken-ass OPK and put it back in the bag with the receipt.  I returned it today, and got another one, which I checked in the store with the poor salesclerk watching me.  It worked.  Good to go.

Oh, and I also kept the test strips I opened yesterday and conveniently did not return them with the broken OPK.  Oops.  So now I have a shiny new 25-day OPK on my bathroom counter.

It really is the small victories in life, isn’t it?


A Song For My Baby

As I leave for my CD13 ultrasound to see how my follicles are responding to the Femara, I wanted to share a song I heard this morning.

Well, really two songs, both of which I have heard before and both of which I have loved for some time… But this lovely group smooshed them together and made my little heart melt.

This is the kind of thing I can imagine myself humming to my baby someday, shushing him or her to sleep, or just bopping around the house trying to get a little baby giggle out of my wee one.

Maybe it’s good luck that I heard this today.  Maybe it’s just that little bit of hope I needed.

Either way, I’m off.  Wish me luck and fat follies!

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