Angel says… Devil says…

Angel says... Devil says...

Had my last date with Dr Wand this morning to confirm that we are on for a trigger tonight and retrieval on Monday. This is sorta hilarious for a couple of reasons.

1.) I have not made any plans. Except one. For tonight. Now I have to leave early so The Mr can give me my trigger shot.

2.) My mom is out of town until LATE Sunday.  So I will be staying up late to drive Monkey in one direction, then getting up at the Butt Crack of Dark Thirty (In my former life, what was known as bed time) to drive into the City for retrieval. One day later and we would have just got a hotel in the city for the night as planned. And had a date night the night before.

3.) The Dr doing the retrievals that day is a good friend of a good friend of ours. See what you learn when you are open about what you are doing? You learn that it’s a small fucking world.

And number 4.) Actually the only one that was really hilarious, and has nothing to do with anything else. I was texting while in the stirrups waiting for the Dr who was running a bit late. When he walked in I tucked my phone under my hip to we could being our lovely date.

And Just As The Wand Slides In…

BEEP! My friend txts me.  Sound Effects. I haz them.

That, my friends, is hard to keep a straight face through.

So, also learned, and this is less hilarious, and more… Fuuuu*sigh* …. that of my 13 follicles, only 6 are tracking together. There is another small group of 3 that might make it, but who knows. So, he said to expect between 6 and 9 (heheh, she said 69) eggs. Sort of a bummer when I was REALLY hoping for 10. Which, I know, it totally  bullshit to hope for from someone who is As Freakin Ancient As Me, but the Dr said when we started that about one out of 20 was viable at my age. Sooo… yeah. And even last winter, we got 10 eggs. Of course, they were all crap. But still.

So, here goes.

Angel says: You got ten last time, and nearly 10 this time and that’s 20 so this cycle HAS to work! And you have taken all those supplements and gotten all that sleep and Oh Em Ge! You Even started going to the gym!! This is like, totally going to work!

I want to punch the Angel in the face.

Devil says: Listen. You already have a trip to Disney scheduled. You know you can’t go if you are freshly knocked up. Just take the trip. And while your up, why don’t you stick those martini glasses in the freezer. You’re going to be needing them real soon. You could probably just shake one up and have it sitting in the fridge for when the nurse calls and says “you silly goose! you are FOURTY TWO YEARS OLD! Oh of course it didn’t work.” You know you wanna martini. And how about some candy? Why do’t you go buy yourself one of those Ronald Reagan size buckets of Jelly Bellies from Costco? You’ll be eating them soon enough!

Devil is talking about my favorite things here. Booze, and Candy… and Disney… yet, still want to punch him in the mouth as well.

Oh man. If you think I’m crazy now? Just wait. In the next two weeks you are about to read more about my pee then ANYONE ever wanted to.

Well. Except for my clients. They always want to read about my pee.

Ok. Weird.

And now I’m late for my evening out in which I will need to leave early… so.. I’m gonna back away slowly from the puter and leave now.