I wish that I had the energy and motivation to write a more eloquent post, but I don't. I'm tired and in denial that the students start school again tomorrow. Boohiss. As exhausted as I feel, I didn't want to clonk out without updating about today's lining check and sharing a couple of other interesting tidbits.
Chance and I met for breakfast this morning before the appointment at the semi-famous, but quaint Clary's Cafe in the historic district of Savannah. It was prominent in the movie Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, but who really cares about cinema nostalgia when there's a big plate of French toast stuffed with cream cheese and strawberries with whipped cream sitting in front of you?
The appointment – not stellar, but not hell in a handbasket, either. I have another pocket of fluid and my lining only measured 6. Through the years I've had four other transfer cycles and one mock cycle, and in each of those my lining measured anywhere from 9 to 14 at the check. I'm only mildly concerned. When I had the fluid in the first cycle with Mia, it resolved itself before transfer. The current pocket of fluid is MUCH smaller than the last – at least by half. I don't doubt that it will be gone by the time we get to transfer.
The lining on the other hand – blech. I've never had an issue with that before, and I surely don't want to start now. Even before talking to my nurse coordiator a few hours later, I only had a minor spazzniption before my rational mind told my crazy mind to calm the fuck down. My nurse confirmed what I had already told myself – my estrogen levels are fine, so there is no need to increase to five Vivelle patches or add in any supplementary forms of estrogen. There are still at least 9 to 10 days before retrieval, so we have about two weeks before we get to transfer. That's plenty of time for my lining to thicken up. Chryl (her name is really spelled like that) reassured me that they weren't the least bit concerned and had every confidence that my uterus would behave. Then she called me "sugar pie" and I immediately wanted nothing more than to eat a sugar cookie the size of my face. Ahem. All in all — I'm not very worried and I also think that my lining will be just where it needs to be for the transfer. I really could have done without this particular screwball, though.
In other news, I've been asked to be a featured blogger on Wellsphere in the Pregnancy and Fertility Community. Huzzah! I don't have all of the details yet, but my entries will likely go up on the Website (am I the only post-Grad school freak who still capitalizes Web, Website, and Internet?) soon after I submit them. They'll post copies of entries that I've already posted here, which caters to my procrastination and laziness. Maximum exposure. Minimum effort. Chuckle.
Finally: XXXLXV — one picture everyday for the next year. Why? Because I won't be able to lie to myself, it'll keep me honest. Time somtimes has a way of dulling the extraordinary and overexaggerating the mundane. A snapshot from each day will help me remember the moment as it was.
Finally, seriously — Nip/Tuck, anyone?
Okay, one more thing — way back from lunch today, my work partner in crime and I passed by this in the school parking lot:
Who in the hell thought that shit up? Pun totally intended. I laughed my ass off as we passed by and I made Carrie drive back around so I could take these pictures.
Then Carrie said, "You have to go back and take a picture of that bucket!" So here's the bucket:
I don't even want to imagine why someone might need a bucket of shit. Do they not even bother to rinse that sucker out?
Yes, we did look like a couple of idiots taking pictures of the shit machine.
That's some funny shit.