Obstinate ovaries and other tricks of the trade

Whenever I get very stressed out, I often find myself humming or occasionally belting out Amazing Grace. Perhaps it is a vestige of growing up in the Southern Baptist church - my offkey voice lilting up from the choir loft during Sunday church. [Seriously - I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on it] While I no longer associate with any organized religion, I still find myself singing along with hymns from time to time.

Skirt, skivvies and shoes shed... I hopped up on the sonographer's table this morning and she searched for what seemed like an inordinate amount of time for my errant ovaries. Then as she was taking the first images, the damn printer ran out of paper - so she leaned forward to get another roll of the sonography image paper with her left hand - with her right shoving the dildocam up through my tonsils while I quietly hummed along to Amazing Grace under my breath. I didn't realize that deep thrusting was part of the package.

After she finagled the dildocam far enough back we have follicles as follows:

Left: 14, 12, and 11.
Right: 11, 8 and 8.

*lazy bastards! Grow will you?!?!?!*

Endometrial lining is at a 10.

E2 is at a measly 252. I'm going to have to head back in tomorrow a.m. for another round with the dildocam. FUCK.

I will definitely not be ready by tomorrow for an insemination - even given that I accidentally took 200 ius of follistim night before last instead of the 150 prescribed. Don't ask - it was just me being stupid and tired.

So now we wait, as such is my lot in life. Depending on my e2 levels today - we'll figure out what to do over the weekend.

Forty-two years ago today Liz and Don were in the hospital cradling their newborn son... examining tiny fingers - counting tiny toes. He is the greatest partner I could have ever hoped for, and the best friend I've ever had. He's been there for me through some of the roughest and hardest points in my life - always supportive, always loving. For the last four years, we have built a life together and have yearned to have a child for much of that time. I hope that we're soon able to cradle our child in our arms.

I still hope.