First up tonight, I want to give my warm and heartfelt thanks to everyone who has been commenting. I have been feeling pretty low lately--tired, unwell, gloomy, Shallot-esque and all--but every comment brightens me up just a little bit, and your responses to my latest post made me feel as shiny as a halogen bulb. Thank you. You make such a difference.
Second on the bill, I thought I'd fill you in on this month's medicated IUI adventure. So...
Tonight's the trigger night. Already. I am a little freaked out by it--not the shot itself, which is just another subcutaneous abdominal shot with a smallish needle--but by the whole stimulation process, by how it does what it does and what it means to be not just brewing but actually releasing multiple eggs that will, if all goes as planned, be courted fervently by the most attractive members of J's swim team on Friday morning. I suppose it's very presumptious to even worry about multiples, since the odds of any of them fertilizing--much less more than one--are Calista Flockhart-slim, at least if a year and a half of failure are sufficient evidence. I guess if the dish runs away with the spoon, donkeys fly and I do end up with twins this cycle, at least I won't have to struggle for names: Ovidrel and Gonal F. Bugs should do nicely, don't you think? Ovidrel in particular has a sort of Shakespearean ring to it. (Shouldn't rule out Panama so cavalierly, I suppose. Maybe as a kicky middle name?)
As an aside, I feel a little achy, tired, nauseated and am off my feed--even
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