The gory details:
- E2 level: 254
- Nubile Rightie: 17mm, 8mm (teeny) follie. 2-4 tiny ones, too small to measure.
- Ol' Leftie: She was seen! 2-4 tiny ones, too small to measure.
- Nice that E2 has doubled since Monday, but all signs still point to a single follie (the 17mm one) in play.
- Hoping hoping hoping that the ganirelix holds the 17mm at bay and the 8mm can catch up.
- Well, I see that the wench has decided to come into the sunlight. Interesting there is even anything to see on her surface area since I had pretty much chalked her up to an empty husk ravaged by time, tequila and her boyfriend endo.
Recap: Nurse D said the phrase sure to make my head explode "cautiously optimistic". Anyone who has ever had a doomed pregnancy with slow rising betas is sure to know that trite nugget. I laughed bitterly (when did I turn into an 18th century spinster?) when she said that and said "I'm glad you're optimstic, because I'm not". I KNOW this is bad, I KNOW I'm supposed to be all shiny and happy so that my ovaries feel the love. But that hasn't worked for me yet, so I'm trying the alternate tack, while still choking down my wheatgrass and watermelon.
On Saturday, all I'm willing to get my hopes up about is that the lead follie (Graafian, for science nerds) will have allowed the 8mm right follie to catch up and I can have my first IUI with more than one follie next week. If somehow a 3rd sprints to the finish line and I can actually make it to IVF, I'll keel over and NoodleGuy will need to drag me into the OR, caveman-style.