Four. Two on the right (14 and 15) and two on the left (both 14). I thought I saw another on the right, but what do I know. Four is good. Very good, considering my age and the new meds. I go back on Saturday morning, then IUI on Monday or Tuesday. Hoping for Monday, because C has to teach at 8 am on Tuesday.
Getting "needled" again tomorrow evening, at 6, probably. C is going to go in, too, at 5. We were supposed to go to this departmental thing "back to school" party about 45 mins away from 6 to 9, but it may not happen. I was kind of looking forward to it. Last year I didn't go because I was too depressed, but I've talked to a bunch of people I know who are going -- I even sort of convinced someone -- a newer doc student -- to come and bring her husband. Now we may not even get there. Not anywhere on time, anyway.
And a new friend (Hi!) just invited us over for drinks on Friday evening, too. I really hated to decline, but had already made these plans... We'll find another time, I hope. Everything happens at once, it seems.
Fingers are crossed. My doctor continued to remark on my changed demeanor. He's pleased with my progress on the stims. The nurses also gushed about how good I looked and about my 4 follicles. As we were talking, one got all teared up about how well I seem to be doing. These are great people. Warm. Good.
It's so weird. Good, but...I don't know. Effortless isn't the right word. Sudden?
I don't know. I don't get it. But I'll keep at it, I guess. Crossing my fingers, knocking wood. One foot in front of the other, right? Left foot, then right foot. Then left again.
Thanks for hanging in there with me. I'll keep you posted
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Fingers still crossed.
That's too bad about the 6pm sticking. Hopefully you can go to the party for a bit at least. Love that the nurse and doctors are so hopeful and concerned.
So far, so good.
That's something to hang a hat on, around these parts. Wishing you well.
Thinking of you. It's strange, my mood improves a lot when I am stimming too - much different than what others say about them. I dunno, maybe it's the hope that creeps in.
Knocking on wood for you.
Here's hoping that those follies continue to grow.
Knocking wood and crossing my fingers and saying prayers.
I hate to use that word, but it is amazing what the promise of hope can bring sometimes.
you and your 4 big girls go!
Sounds like a great beginning. Oh, I am so hoping for you.
Keeping everything crossed, and then some.
xxoo
I'm a tad behind but this is great news! So excited for you!
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