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I had an appointment this morning with my RE for an ultrasound to see where we stand. This appointment left me feeling pretty much the opposite of my appointment last week.
Last week, my RE was attentive and helpful, spending an hour answering my questions and discussing protocol. Today... yeah. Not so much.
I get called back and head to my normal u/s room. I'm waiting, up on the table (just sitting! I've decided that I like that much better than being all propped up with my lady parts on display when they walk in) and they come in. First, my doctor. Then the oaf who yawned at my vagina once upon a time enters, followed by hippie nurse.
I'm ok with Oaf watching, I mean, he's done it before. As long as he doesn't yawn. But this time, RE hands Oaf the wand!! Uh ohs.
Oaf has no grace. He walks up, holding the wand like it's going to bite him. He jabs it towards me. I think I might have cringed. He attempts to insert it. His aim is off; he is too high up the lady part mountain. I should have put out the welcome mat.
Finally he gets it in. I think I just popped his wanding cherry. Potentially even his inserting-anything-into-a-vagina cherry as well. Lucky me!
I had one 8mm follicle on my left ovary, and an 11mm on my right. The others, which were only on the left side) were too small to measure. Oh, the disappointment. RE says that it's like my ovaries are two separate people, because they are responding so differently. Awesome! I love being a freak of nature!
So they leave, and I have to spend a few minutes and 10+ paper towels wiping up the GOBS of u/s wanding lube left on the insides of my thighs. Wtf?! Geez.
I head to the consultation room. I sit. RE is muttering to himself and entering info into the laptop. Oaf is sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, looking at the ground. Was my vagina that fucking traumatic, dude?! Really?!!!! (FYI, I'd like to note that I like to think I have normal-looking lady parts. Nothing deformed or missing or extra...)
RE says he wants to up my dosage of Bravelle by half a vial (yay math and more work in the mornings!). I told him that I already did one vial of Bravelle before I came, so what should I do about that? He sighed. A disappointed sigh. I felt like I just let my dad down or something. It was awful! He said that he "guesses" we will start the 1 1/2 tomorrow.
So, I go back in on Saturday for another ultrasound. RE was sure to tell me to not take my Bravelle before the appointment. Awesome.
Needless to say, I left feeling a little...bothered.