My appointment this morning has left me feeling...unfulfilled?
First of all, I think there should be some kind of unspoken rule that bans babies from the RE waiting room. It's not an OBGYN or a pediatrician. I know that makes me sound heartless, but I'm already depressed and forlorn enough without having to stare at a cute 1-year-old, watching how well the dad interacts with the child. The whole time I keep thinking how much I'd like that to be Buster taking care of our baby.
So they call me back, and into the exam room with the ultrasound machine. The nurse leaves so I can disrobe from the waist down. I hop up on the table and cover myself with the sheet thing. And I wait. Pretty much the worst thing happens that could happen at this point: I feel the urge to pass gas (Yes, I'm going there. I already discuss equally as gross things, might as well bring it full circle!). So here is the dilemma: try to hold it, through an ultrasound (!) or let it go and hope it dissipates by the time the doctor comes in. I went with the latter. You should have seen me fanning it out from under the sheet. I'm a mess!
Thankfully they had me waiting for quite a while, so there was no need to be stressed about the above paragraph. Finally, in walks Fran. She's a really, really old nurse. She has been there for centuries, I believe. She's very sweet, and I like her very much... but. I was really disappointed that my RE wasn't doing the u/s. Of course I didn't say anything, for fear of hurting Fran's ancient feelings. She also had in tow a trainee, or student, or something. It is a university-affiliated office, after all.
Totally off the subject, but did you know they use real Trojan condoms over the weird ultrasound dildo?! I thought it was maybe just some special condom-like thing, but no, it's a real condom! They had this little basket of all these red Trojans right on top of the machine. Bizarre.
Anyway, Fran the Fossil did the ultrasound. My lining is 6.3mm, which she said is good. She showed me, on the screen, how there were these black and white layers in the lining, which is apparently good news. I need to do some googling, though, before I'm completely satisfied with that number.
Next, we take a look at my right ovary. There is a nice-looking follie that measures 17mm. She seems pleased with that. I am too. We switch over to the left ovary, and I can already tell we don't have much action. There are two small follies, each measuring 10mm (barely).
So, basically, the Femara did nothing for me. I already ovulate on my own, and I ovulate one egg. That's what I will do this cycle. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty disappointed that I didn't have two follies. I just feel like there was no point in taking the Femara.
Now, I am still very much looking forward to the IUI. Due to the fact that I've already self-diagnosed myself with having hostile CM (I've not had the post-coital test done), the IUI will bypass all of my hostility and hopefully squirt that sperm where it needs to go. I told my sister this morning that it was like a fancy turkey basting.
I will trigger on Saturday night, and go in for the IUI Monday morning. I voiced my concern to Fran about if for some reason I ovulate early. She told me to do an OPK on Saturday, and if it's positive, call her at home and we will do the IUI on Sunday instead. I took an OPK yesterday, and it had a light line. From my past experience using OPKs, I think I'm about 3 or 4 days out, so I probably will need to do the trigger.
Oh, and I asked about the spotting. She said it could be from estrogen suppression, but that was pretty much all she said on that subject.
Monday (or maybe Sunday) is the big day! I'm nervous, anxious, and excited.