Ok. The good news is, I don’t have to waste any more time worrying about twins.
Why? Why, you ask? Didn’t I spend nine of the last ten nights sticking needles in my stomach? Don’t I have a 30% chance of having multiples within my 25% of getting pregnant?
There’s the bad news: No, not this time. All but one of those five follies popped way before any sperm was in there. That’s right. I had ONE follicle left. ONE. That’s less than I had in my last cycle when I was just naturally making follies. I should have been given that “don’t ovulate until I say so” shot. So all that #$@$%&%^&ing @#%%^%& was for nothing. NO-THING.
Rationalization: My honey must have caught the over-rationalizing optimistic bug from me somehow. It is not in her nature. But this is what she thought. While I was driving to the doctor, I was having pretty bad ovulatory pain. When he looked in there, he said there was just one 24mm follicle left. She thinks I had two mature ones, and I popped one right before I got in there, then the other after the IUI. I definately ovlated during the IUI. Weird, eh? I was in severe pain when I got into the room, and no pain (at least not physical) when I left the room. I did cry for nine of the ten minutes I was supposed to lay flat. The last minute, I laughed about not having twins.
One more thing: I think I ovulated again about ten hours after the IUI. I know… I’m losing it. But on the way back from my niece’s birthday party in New Jersey, I felt that distinctly ovulatory pain from the Harlem River Drive all the way back to Brooklyn and into my apartment. It hurt from 8:30ish until a little after 9:15. Is it possible that a follicle could have been hiding, or a late-bloomer? Triplets?
Who knows? My hopes are not incredibly high this cycle. Pretty damn low.