Pipe down, ovaries.

Seriously. The little shits decided to suddenly shift into overdrive last night.

Yesterday morning I had 8 measurable follicles on the right, 7 on the left. This morning? Freaking 12 on the right and 8 on the left. My E2 levels went from 1616 yesterday to 2105 today. Settle down overachievers (I really really REALLY wanted to use the stupid pun ovary-chievers there, but I’ll settle for a parenthetical note).

I just gave myself my last dose of Follistim and the trigger shot of 5,000 units of HCG and the retrieval is scheduled for SIX FUCKING AM on Thursday morning. Nothing like getting a little light egg harvesting out of the way before you start your day huh?

Still zen-ish. I really really really hope that this cycle goes better for us. I’m cautiously optimistic that we’ll have more eggs to play with this time. Fingers crossed that husband’s sperm gets along with them this time.

Also, I’ve been google stalking infertility boards (as one does). And if I ever use any of the following terms unironically, please just slap me: embies, follies, frosties, baby dance, and baby dust. That is all.


We are go for launch.

I get to trigger tonight at 7:15 for an egg retrieval Wednesday morning.Yay? I don’t know. I have mixed emotions (SHOCKER, RIGHT?!).

Miss Dominant Follicle on the right finally calmed her sassy pants down and let the others grow. 12 total follicles at the moment between both ovaries that the doctor measured between 16-20mm. Not too shabby. Endo lining is at 11.5, which is apparently good (I should really learn more about this stuff). My final E2 and progesterone levels were taken this morning and I’ve been officially approved for a fresh transfer instead of a freeze all.

God I hope we get some decent embryos out of this. I’m so scared that they’ll do the TESE and will find no sperm and that I’ve gone through all of this for nothing. Think some happy, positive thoughts for me. Holy crap do I need them.

Also, even though no one I know in real life reads this, I feel like I need to preemptively apologize to everyone I encounter through tomorrow. The sheer amount of estrogen and various hormones swirling through my bloodstream is terrifying. I don’t mean to be a psychopath to you and I sincerely love you. Except for Patrick the Intern. Him? I still want to stab him with a PIO needle even without the hormones.


Number of vials of blood drawn: 17

Number of Twat Wand Sessions: 8

Number of self injections: 22