Oh Internetz, get ready for one doozy of "As The Follicles Grow!"
Time for another wanding this morning and the usual ultrasound tech was on her day off so I had the other one. For the first time. No problems, that is, until she got going! My poor ovaries didn't know what hit them! Roughest ultrasound tech ever. EVAH. As I tweeted earlier, "I'm not sure, but I think I may be the tech's bitch now." More inappropriate infertility humour!
After blood work with Nurse Awesome I was put on hold to wait on the call to find out whether I'd need one last dose of Follistim tonight or whether it was time to trigger. Well the call just came in about half an hour ago saying that my estrogen levels have shot up and tonight is trigger time! My dIUI is scheduled for Friday morning.
Yay right? Oh yes, I was blissful, Internetz! Three beautifully mature follicles ready to trigger. Upcoming IUI. What could possibly go wrong?
That's when I spoke to Nurse Awesome. My RE, my lovely RE, is not available friday so the other doctor will do it. The same doctor that has pretty much from the get go made me feel somewhat inadequate due to poor/slow response (they can suck on that this time!) among other things. So negative feelings abound. But it's not just that. My last dIUI was with her and it was awful. She couldn't get through my cervix at the last one and essentially blamed me for it.
So now I'm sitting at work, fighting back tears, devastated that all of the wonderful things that have happened thus far this cycle may be lost to one crappy IUI.
I know, I know. I should remain positive. Wait and see what happens. I know that partly I am a creature of habit and I'm disappointed because the RE and I have a good IUI game plan that works well. Even sharing this game plan with the other doctor has not translated into a positive experience. All that and with Irish Boy's work schedule, he won't even be able to be with me on Friday morning.
You can bet that I'll be sporting one pair of my SITM socks (post on that coming later) because I think I need them more than ever now.
Hang on to your hats, Internetz, I may need to live tweet this thing on Friday morning in the hopes that some of you can get me through.