Today is CD 10 and day 6 of injections. I had a
hot date with the dildo cam scan on Monday and everything was pretty quiet. There was one follicle on lefty that was growing more than the others. Dr. Hope explained this is what he likes to see: one or two follicles taking the lead while the others hang back till the next cycle. He is keeping me on the 37.5 iu dose and I’ll go for another scan on Friday. He also had my E2 drawn this cycle, but I don’t know what it is. I know he’ll call if something is wrong so there is no need to worry.
I’m much more bloated today than I was yesterday. I am hoping this is just general bloat and not “You are growing fruit-sized ovaries of doom” bloat. I’ll inspect my belly closely tonight and see what my Google Medical Degree thinks.
I never made it to Pittsburg last weekend. My flight was cancelled due to a broken lavatory. I pointed out to the very stressed out airline worker that it was only a 90 minute flight, surely we could all cross our legs and squeeze for it. He laughed, but did not concede.
The next flight was the following morning and would put me in Pittsburgh by noon. Hmmm. A $300 plane ticket for 24 hours in Pittsburgh did not seem fiscally smart so I took the full refund, tucked my tail and drug myself home. On the way home I started to panic, “What if Mr. Husband was angry. What if he found a smart, mathy, fertile woman while I was not there. What if….” It was a big soggy spiral of ridiculousness since:
A. Mr. Husband only has eyes for me.
B. I fully believe that math + math = so much uncomfortable shoe-talking that nothing remotely sexual could ever occur.
C. Mr. Husband would never be mad at me for being cheap (we are cheap by nature).
Fortunately, four happy cats greeted me at the door and helped to calm me down. As I cuddled the Yumster I made the decision to make the best out of my weekend alone. And I did just that. I cooked yummy dinners out of my UnCheese Cookbook. I cleaned the basement and hauled two loads of junk to Goodwill. I sold the old microwave on Craigslist. I crafted. I baked myself single lady cookies each night. I enjoyed an expensive pumpkin beer. I played with the cats. I did some yoga. I hemmed the drapes. I cranked up GoGo Bordello and danced my heart out with the drapes open and did not give a shit if my neighbors saw me.
During the entire weekend I did not think about babies except for when I gave myself an injection.
When I was a single girl I would have occasional weekends like these. They were blissful days of creativity and/or productivity with happy fun music and not a care in the world. I don’t think I have done this since I moved in with Mr. Husband three years ago. After this weekend I will make it a point to have a Me Day once a month. I can send Mr. Husband out shooting or climbing for the day. Or maybe I’ll just lock him in the Math Lair with instructions to “Make a PhD Happen!” 🙂