So this morning I went to the Baby-Making-for-Dummies doctor (that's their real name--Reproductive Endocrinologist just rolls of the tongue more easily). And let me clarify that I am not the dummie in this scenario. My ovaries? They are the dummies. At this point in my journey to baby #2, I have a fairly adversarial relationship with the ovaries, as you can well imagine. I KNOW that they are my only way to the next baby, so I'm kind of obligated to be nice to them. I take a lot of deep breaths when they don't come through and I laugh at all their lousy jokes. But between you and me? I've had it up to here with them. And then some. Not only does the RE have to practically sit on me to find an ovary on an ultrasound, but they do what they want, when they want, how they want. It is most inconvenient when you want them to just pop out one freaking good egg for the LOVE OF GOD!!!!!
Last month, the ovaries had a bit of a hangover from the November round of drugs. An ovarian hangover consists of cysts (say that fast five times). I had two of them. One on each ovary. Fabulous. We could have gone on birth control pills to get rid of the cysts, then pumped up the stimulating drugs and really delved into an exploration of JUSTHOWCRAZYCANIGET?!!! But since it was the holidays and I wanted to be sane for the family, we decided to scrap the month altogether and I was able to maintain a nice even-keel (well, let's face it, my definition of even-keel) for the last month.
Five nights ago I started the current round of drugs. Hello, giant needle! Get in mah belly.
Today I went for my follicle check. You know; dildocam and all that good stuff. Small talk with the RE about the restaurant husband and I went to last night. I may have prattled on a bit too much about the Alaskan black cod. She interrupted my Zagat's rating to ask her assistant to freeze the ultrasound image on one of my measly follicles.
Turns out there are four of them. Which is good. But they're small. Which is bad. The cure for measly follicles? MORE MEDS!! So now I'm twisting the dosage dial up to 225, up from the original 75, every night. Let me tell you, it feels AWESOME to have the incompetence spread like the plague throughout my entire reproductive system.
I'm hoping that these extra 75ius (we were at 150 until tonight) will be the jump start my ovaries need to snap to and realize that I NEEEEEEED them to do this for me just one more time.
We shall see on Wednesday, when I go in for my next date with the d-cam. I am so hoping that this time works, because you know, I'd kind of like to have another baby.