So I visit with RE this morning because I'm a little skeerd. Aunt Flow is around 7 days late, I've got a ton of FET meds just hanging out next to my fireplace, waiting for me to crack them open, and not even a cramp in sight. After a quick chat, he asks me what I want to do. Ummmm. Sir. Really? I want to get this baby roller coaster started! A little less conversation, a little more action! He momentarily calms my paranoia and looks over my chart. After a few hmm mm's and oooooh's, he settles his glasses on his forehead (I hate it when he does this, it makes him look like the guy from the muppets), he decides I have reason to be concerned and he sends me down the hall for an ultrasound. Finally, some action!
I hike up my maxi skirt (yeah, I'm one of those people who wears maxi skirts. what? they're comfy) and hop onto the table. My ultrasound tech, who we'll call Perky Pants, comes in all smilie and chipper with her usual "Hey, girlie! How're we doin'?" Now, you have to understand something about Perky. She's, quite possibly, the cutest thing ever born. She's petite, always happy, always gorgeous, and probably ovulates a perfect egg on the same day every month. It's annoying, but whatever. She doesn't sugar coat what she sees and we've moved way past the formality of the paper sheet. It is what it is.
Perky gets prepped to do the sonogram and gets started. The RE comes in to get a head start on what she's seeing and says my lining looks a little thin. Um...duh. I just got off BC pills, no? And then....it happens. Perky tells him the measurements of my cysts and ovaries, then pulls the ultrasound wand out of my hoo-ha (what? you don't call it that?). Enter giant flow of blood. I felt something wet and immediately thought, "Perky has punctured my uterus with that damn wand and I am hemorrhaging to my death! This can't happen. Its too soon! I've got so much left to do!" And then I realize that its not a hemorrhage at all...its....Flow. Horror of horrors!!!! I just started my damn period during an ultrasound!?!?!? In front of Perky?!?!? AND the RE?!?!? *gasp* This didn't happen. It can't have. Who does that? ME! As Perky Pants hands me some wipes and a pad, RE lets out a "Whoopsie! There she is!", and exits the room. Seriously?
I meet the nurse and RE in his office after I've cleaned myself up and apologized to Perky at least 593 times, where they start my new calendar and tell me to get ready to shoot myself up again real soon. "Yaaaaaaay!" that this train is moving again. "Boooooooo!" that I just shocked the daylights out of my RE, Perky, and myself. I'm sure they're still talking about it. I'm telling you. I could have died.
New FET protocol: Vivelle patches, Delestrogen injections, Lupron, Estradiol pills, and Progesterone in Oil (PIO). Next appointment is May 28th for an ultrasound & uterine lining check (it ain't really a party with out a lining check) and labs. I think we are looking at a June 3rd transfer date. Here's hoping I can get a positive pregnancy test for the hubs for Father's Day, yeah?