So, I went in for my ultrasound today. Things are progressing, I guess. I had a 10, and a 12, on my right... plus lots of tiny follicles. On my elusive left I had a 9 and an 11.
And after Dr. BlowsSunshine was digging around, he apologized for hurting me with the stupid wand in the quest of lefty, like they always do. Let me tell you now, it hurts like a bitch finding lefty. Lefty never wants to be found. Lefty is a ninja.
So I said,"Why is that? You guys always seem to have trouble finding the left one."
"Oh, it seems to be tucked behind your uterus. So we have to move the wand around to get it angled just right behind the uterus."
Oh. Ummm, okay?
Estrogen went up to 160... bah. I go back in on Monday.
They told me to keep it at 150iu... why!!! I am seriously getting a bit peeved about this.
It doesn't help that my tooth is hurting like mad, and the soonest a dentist can get me in is the 26th. Trust me, I called around. I called five different dentists. All the others quoted me like, July 6th and shit. I don't want to wait two more weeks with this tooth pain! I don't even want to wait another day, but I guess I'll have to. Another week to be exact. This blows.
Needless to say, when I got home from the REs (at the butt crack of dawn), I started to call several dentists, in my crappy mood and in pain and in need of sleep. After being told outrageous waiting dates for appointments, I proceded to throw myself down on the couch, have a good cry, and then proceded back up to bed. For a second, I wondered if I'd entered a time warp and was back in high school.... ha.