IUI # Eleventy-million-zillion on the horizon
Today is CD10 and I have been on clo.mid for the past 6 days. I am the ultimate clo.midzilla!
Actually I was fine until this morning. I swear EVERYTHING pissed me off. It was on the sub.way to the doctor’s office this morning that really got me going. First, the crowds. OMG! The crowds. Apparently there is some big shindig going on at the UN this week and my RI just happens to be on the Upper East Side. The sub.way was crazy! My hands were full with my bags and my HSG films that are huge and my SB just pushes his way through the crowd and leaves me behind in the urban dust. I can see he had his hand out wagging behind him waiting for me to hold hands (we’re still newlyweds and we still hold hands) but he never once even looked back to see if I was anywhere behind him. I got stuck at the turnstile – my metro.card wouldn’t swipe. I stood there swiping and sweating like a maniac (oh yeah, did I tell you it is 86 degrees here today!), so sweating and swiping, sweating and swiping until after 113 swipes it finally beeps me through. I was elated – momentarily! The platform was packed. SB wanted to go to one end of the train and I wanted to go to the other. Bickering ensued. I hate it when he makes me fussy. I think he hates it too. But really, why does the man insist on poking the bear! J
When we finally got on the train I settled myself in to a spot (standing as there were no seats available) but I was feeling okay for the moment. It was cool. I had all my bags and my HSG films all held on to in a way I didn’t think I was going to be dropping things any moment. Life was good – but of course, I knew it couldn’t last. As we get two stops away from our exit the train gets really really crowded. I’m still fine and keeping my personal space. Just then my SB decides we will never make it out the door at our stop if we don’t try to move closer to the exit. He says we are moving (which means we are moving a kabillion people too). He is able to maneuver himself closer to the door – me, I’m able to turn around and face a different direction. Yep, that’s all I could do. Having turned around I lost the pole I had been holding and now I had nothing to hold on to. Have I ever told you guys that I fall down… a lot? I’m standing there thinking I’m going to fall. My hands are full so I can’t reach out for anything but really the only thing to reach out to was one of the other riders and they don’t take too kindly to being grabbed for support in these parts. I fell, but thankfully the train was so crowded I was able to stay standing. Looking at me you wouldn’t even know I fell I was held that upright by the press of the crowd. SB is oblivious and as we get to our stop he hops off the train and turns to wait for me. He’s saying “quick as a bunny” as I squeeze my body out from the doors. Yep, “quick as a bunny, quick as a bunny”. Yep that’s what he said — I think he has a death wish.
Needless to say, the walk to the RI wasn’t any better but happily we made it. AND, we were 15 minutes early. Oy, I could’ve slept for 15 more minutes.
The funny part is when the nurse asked me if I had been having any side effects from the clo.mid I happily told her no – didn’t affect me at all! I was all happy, skippy, jumpy girl about it. It only took a moment to see the look on SBs face before I had to confess that maybe, just maybe there were some side effects.
So, for the long and short of it (HA), I have two large follicles on my left ov.ary. I will trigger tomorrow morning for an IUI on Thursday morning and possibly a follow-up on Friday. I don’t know why I keep doing this. I’ve seriously had 20 IUIs. Some were with medications and some were without and I’ve never ever had a BFP. I keep banging my head on this wall. I keep beating a dead horse. I keep flinging the boomerang thinking it won’t come back this one last time and yet, every time the same thing happens. This is clearly insanity at its finest.
