Stims Day 16: Houston, We Have Lift Off

Today was the ultrasound to see if I was ready to trigger. Dr. S did the honors with the dildocam and verified that, indeed, I was ready to trigger.

The mondo-sized follicle that all expected to be at 30mm, was at 24mm. Rather than saying "We WILL lose this one" it was more of a "We may lose this one." Instead of 11 follicles, he counted 10, but honestly, who really knows. It was near impossible to see where one ovary ended and the other began: my ovaries were so close to each other that he said they were touching. "Kissing ovaries is what we call it when they touch like this." Well no wonder they are hurting like mother f*ckers. They're so huge they're TOUCHING? Yowza!

So trigger was scheduled for 9:30PM tonight. "J" wasn't sure he'd be home in time and I nearly freaked out because this trigger is IM, not sub-Q. There's no way in hell I could do a shot in my hip. No. Way. I would pass out if I had to do a shot deep into my muscle. Owwww. So I enlisted a fellow IFer's husband, "D", to come and do the honors. Hell, he's done this before. "J" called at 9:00PM and said "I'm going to be 10 minutes late". Shit. Now if you know "J", he is perpetually late. Him saying he's going to be 10 minutes late means 15 or 20 minutes. At 15 minutes, we'd have to call the clinic and let them know so they could reschedule other people down the line. Stress ensued.

"D" showed up at 9:25PM, 5 minutes before I was due for my shot. 9:29PM the shot was done, painlessly, right on time....and just then "J" arrived. Oh well. At least I had my ass covered in more ways than one. Shot done, I can relax til Tuesday morning.

I think we're going to get a hotel in the city where the clinic is located tomorrow night just so I won't have to go thru another white knuckle ride. I'm always so happy when retrieval is over so I can just let it all be in THEIR hands for once.