No, I’m not pregnant.
Well, I guess I could be and I just don’t know it yet. But I’ll get to that in a second.
“Baaaabieess!” That lady cracks me up.
I’ve learned a few things during this whole fertility treatment process. Like, hot flashes are the devil, and hormones = weird dreams. It’s also come to my attention that a lot of people don’t know how babies are made — and this concerns me for a variety of reasons. Like, most of these people are almost 30. Sure, some of them are gay, and have little to no experience with female anatomy — but they still teach this stuff in school, right? I know we covered it in mine…
After a second round (and double dose of Clomid) I had several follicles respond.
I’ll stop there, because this tends to require some explanation.
Ovaries make the eggs, yes. But before they’re released — they mature in what’s called a follicle. That’s what technically releases the eggs. I had three respond to the medicine.
So, last weekend I got to give myself an injection, called the trigger shot, right in the stomach — which was creepy, but surprisingly painless. Finally, an advantage to a flabby stomach! Chubby ladies, rejoice! Needles in your belly are nothing to fear!
So now we wait to see if it worked. So everyone think fertile thoughts, mmmmkay? Thanks.
In other news — after a week of unemployment, I can report the following:
1) I’m a magnet making machine (come see me this weekend!)
2) My house is spotless (with the exception of that spare bedroom where we hide things)
3) Costco is a cinch to get in and out of at 2 p.m. on a Wednesday
4) I miss Oprah, but I love Ellen — but none of that matters, because our cable is out — which is terrible timing.
Ooh, speaking of TV, did anyone else watch Ringer? SMGs still got it.