Full Waddle

Yes folks, that's right. I'm waddling like a duck, and my fat jeans aren't really happy to be buttoned anymore. Before I went in this morning, I knew we were getting close, based on the bloat, and the ridiculous amounts of vag gold flowing like Niagra Falls from from my lady parts. Like, ridiculous.

We are triggering in T-minus 13 minutes for a Sunday morning retrieval. We have to be there at bright an early at 8:15. I think we might actually get to be first, which I think will be nice.

So, the stats, 10 follicles! A few more than Wednesday. The biggest two are now on the right, 20 and 19. Interestingly enough, but estrogen is only at 700. At first I freaked out, but a quick glance at Dr. Google found an article that said estrogen is not nearly as important an indicator as follicle size, unless there is a danger of OHSS and the levels are too high. I'm choosing to focus on that interpretation.

I had more to say, but I worked myself up into such a tizzy needing to go grocery shopping before a snow storm tomorrow to make sure I have everything I need for my recovery. I need to just veg out for the night.

But, I'll leave you with a funny image. My cryptic notes from Wednesday's monitoring appointment scribbled on a sticky note at work. I hope I remembered to throw it away!

All right, Hubby is mixing my shot. I have to go!