CD3 appointment!

I had my CD3 appointment today, and it went quite well! Other than the fact that my doctor is basically lost in his own head and appears to barely notice I'm there...

So they call me back for an ultrasound. Fastest.ultrasound.ever. I mean, the doc came in, dildoed me, said "Ovaries look good", ripped the condom off the dildo and left. So bizarre. So anyway, I head into the next room to "chat" with my RE.

I sit down, and he is typing and talking to himself. He looks at my chart and paperwork, looks back to the computer, and keeps up this routine for quite a while. Finally, he says something to me.

"So we talked about gonadotropins and injectibles last time?" he says.

I respond with, "Yes, and I'd really like to try them this time, since it seems that the oral meds don't do much for me. What do you think?"

And... nothing. He goes back to NOT looking at me and muttering to himself and typing into the laptop. Wtf?! Why is my doctor so anti-social and bizarre? But whatever...

He then leaves, saying something about freebies. When he comes back in, he has a box of Bravelle in his hand. It's free! I didn't have to pay for my injectibles! How sweet is that? I'm not going to lie, it really felt like Christmas.

So, I guess his way of telling me he thinks it's ok for me to do injectibles is to hand me a box of them...

I then go in yet another exam room (third of the appointment) and the awesome hippie nurse (not Fossil Fran) teaches me how to inject myself with Bravelle (which, in case you don't know, is an FSH, or follicle stimulating hormone). I'm smiling like an idiot the entire time she's showing me how.

I am to inject myself in the belly today through Sunday (which will be CD6). On CD7/Monday I will go in for an ultrasound to see how I am reacting to the Bravelle.

I have been on cloud nine all day. I am so hopeful that the Bravelle will be the answer! I realize that there's a good chance it won't be, but a girl can dream, can't she?

And now off to watch Spartacus: Gods of the Arena.