Thundercats are GO!

Just when you think a cycle is a complete bust, your ovaries up and go "Oh yeah? Let's go to TOWN!"

Friday was spent in a depressed funk with lots of crying.

Saturday was spent lazing around then running into Dr Poor Bedside Manner at a new physician's dinner.

Sunday was spent at a BBQ with one of Dr Boy's old med school friends- and his 7 months pregnant wife. And their 18 month old daughter. Gah. I didn't get any IF pangs from them until they started talking about how they wanted to have 3 or 4 kids and a big family. I kept thinking that "Wow, wouldn't it be nice to want to have a big family and actually be able to HAVE SEX to accomplish that?" That's what got me most of all.

So except for Friday, I spent the weekend pretty zen about the whole thing, relatively speaking. I had psyched myself up for failure today. I even felt pretty crampy all weekend (still do, in fact), convinced I was about to have a 12 day cycle and get my period this week. I was fully prepared to FIGHT for the RIGHT to keep injecting myself with hormones just to SEE if it was even possible to get a party started down in O town. Dr Poor Bedside Manner was nice this morning and we talked about the dinner the previous weekend as he got started and was taking my lining measurement. We're cool with eachother now :)

9mm. He's all "ooooh, nice! You've gained 2mm since Friday, which is a good sign!" I replied with "A lot of good that'll do when my follies laugh at us."

Then he got to righty- and I could immediately see some action! He measured, and there was a 14mm and a 10mm follie!!! Woohoo! At the very least, there was enough going on to continue the menopur, and all was not lost! I nearly started crying with excitement.

Then he got to lefty. Which requires a little pushing on my stomach and very uncomfortable shoving of the wand deep into my belleh. Ow. But you know what? It was worth it when the GIANT follie showed up!!!! There was an 18mm follie up in there!!! EFF YEAH!!!! There was also another 10mm.

The moral of the story: Don't bitch when you're only on day 9 of stims and nothing's going on yet. Your ovaries are probably just lazy sacks of drama. We're triggering tonight, and will have one nice follie to depend on. There's a *chance* that the 14mm will grow like a mother effer in the mean time, but probably will be immature. That's a-o-k for us. All it takes is one :)

So yeah. Insemination scheduled for Wednesday am. And Dr Boy will be able to show up for the party, which is pretty awesome. Nice to have a chance at getting pregnant with your husband actually in the room (though I hear it's overrated).

I am SO happy I can't even tell you. I know there's still a good chance that I will end up NOT knocked up in two weeks (anyone know the success rates of IUI with injectables?), but at least, for the first time, there's actually the possibility of it happening. And while I know I'll be bitching about a BFN in two weeks, remind me that we're actually moving in the right direction. And over the next two weeks, please, please, keep me sane.

As if that's possible :)