Catch’s spring break started today. She was going to meet me for lunch—we had plans to go for a walk around the park by my office and then enjoy a little picnic. I’ve been looking forward to it all week. This week has been such a strain, and it was nice to have something to look forward to in the middle of the work day.
We’re trudging onward with the hope of inseminating this cycle, so I was happy to note this morning that there were some changes in my cervical fluid. Suddenly, it’s watery and a bit slippery. I tested with an OPK, and it was about half as dark as the control line. Not positive, but possibly on its way to positive.
Since our RE had said to call if we started seeing signs of a surge, I decided to call. I told them on the phone that it’s not positive yet, but that I was concerned about the weekend coming up and I’d really just like to know if anything is happening in there. They asked if I could come in immediately. Lunch date cancelled.
I left work, fought my way through mid-day traffic, and stripped from the waist down.
The ultrasound was inconclusive. (Story of my life, right?)
There’s an 18mm follicle on one side, but she’s pretty sure it’s that cyst she saw last time. Not positive, though. It’s 50/50. If it IS a real follicle, it's pretty much ready to go.
On the other side, there’s a little 11mm follicle. If that’s going to be “the one” this cycle, it still has 4-5 days of growing to do.
They’re running some blood work—testing my LH and my estrogen. I’ll find out the results sometime later this afternoon and then we’ll decide where to go from there. Maybe insemination tomorrow, or maybe a follow up ultrasound on Monday and an insemination sometime after that. Or maybe my body is just playing tricks on me and is going to yell, “psych” any second.
It took me 3 phone calls to get our sperm situation taken care of yesterday, but it’s done. The RE will have our two horribly expensive vials of IUI spermsicles sometime today.
Can I just mention how bizarre it was to be on the phone with a man while scheduling our spermsicle shipment? It was a bit jarring to have that deep male voice confirming, “And your donor is 6 ft 2 in tall with red hair, blue eyes, and blood type A+?” I don’t think I’ve dealt with a single man so far in this process until him. Every other nurse, doctor, or random person on the phone has been female.