We went to the RE's office yesterday at 2. I go back to the ultrasound room, strip down, hop on the table and wait. In walks my RE and a nurse. Well, how nice of my RE to show up to this appointment! He asks about the positive OPK, and then we do the u/s. My follie, who I have now named Molly, was up from 17mm to 21.3mm. In one day! So much for all that 2mm a day crap that I've read!
So he nods and says yes, we will do the IUI today. Buster goes back and does his thing. We have an hour to kill at this point, so we go to Panera. After we eat, we head back to the clinic, where I leave Buster in the car while I go up. After about 20 minutes they call me back, and I head back in to the same ultrasound room, and go through the same motions I did an hour before.
This time, however, in walks the nurse and the other doctor at the clinic. You know, the fake RE. The guy who is my age and who is NOT an RE. The doctor of "Yeah, it doesn't look like a normal cervix" fame. Well, whatever. At this point, I don't even want to stress or get upset at anything else! Apparently patients are fair game at this clinic, and even if you request a different doctor, you still, sometimes, get stuck with the other one. Oh. Well.
So anyway, Doctor Not-an-RE comes in, and I ask about Buster's donation. 123 million! I didn't think he could do better than the last one, which was 120 million. Of course, he loves to prove me wrong. The IUI part was quick and painless. Doctor Not-an-RE talked about perfume the whole time. Apparently, he's an aficionado. Grats, bro. STFU about perfume and Dolce & Gabbana and baste me already!
Last night I did nothing but lay around on the couch and relax with my Kindle. It was a nice evening.
This morning, with FMU, I peed on an OPK (it is the top one in the pic):
I need to stop peeing on things, I think. It makes me worry that we jumped the gun on the IUI. We will be sure to get busy today and tomorrow, just to cover our bases. This has been a stressful couple of days!!