I spent my grand on sperm.
My new batch of Menopur arrived this morning.
I went to see Dr. Mug this morning. I have one 15mm follicle on my left side and five ones smaller than 10, and a 12mmer on the other side, and a few smaller than ten.
I am a little afraid of these drugs. Last week I was a demon. This week I am an angel. I am happy and a little unflappable (in those moments when I don’t cry on a dime.) It is weird how much of my mood is not really my own and so easily manipulated by drugs. That said, I wish I could find something less expensive and ouchy that would make me have such a happy mood more often. I like it.
I go back on Monday morning. How I’ll give my boss advance notice of this, I have no idea. Doc says the first insem might be on Wednesday.
It is my vow to not be twingy this time. I now know that sometimes a twinge is just a twinge. Sore boobs are just sore boobs. Nausea is an ear infection. Pregnancy will come when it comes and feeling fake symptoms will not do anything to make me more pregnant.