So, there's been some sad news out there in cyberland lately so I'm reluctant to post my whiny little post, but here it goes anyway: I spent 2 hours at the clinic this morning. The place was jammed so it couldn't be helped [she says charitably as if good karma were some sort of fertility talisman], but still. 2 hours.
The phlebotomist once again mocked my uncooperative veins and told me to drink more water--I've stopped counting at 3 liters a day so I can't imagine the problem is dehydration. My veins are difficult, but they're mine and I love them so back off. We're doing what we can. Anyway, the doc found 3 follicles on my right ovary (the largest of which was 11 mm) and a bunch of smaller ones on my left so we're continuing with the Bravelle until Friday, when we'll return to spend 2 more hours in the clinic. Bollocks.
I seem to be having a better response than last time which is good, though I'm still trying to bar my Hope Addict from the premises. She's running around the edges though--like the creepy kid who terrorizes Keifer Sutherland in Flatliners: I hear a rustling sound, and I know it's her, but when I turn around, she's gone. She's a crafty bitch that one.
My hope addict must be hanging out with your hope addict. They certainly are sly little shits. I'll be right there with you at the clinic on Friday. I hope we both have quick and painless appointments.
Posted by: Monica | March 03, 2004 at 08:34 PM
Ha! I love it! That's a fantastic description of the Hope Addict. Classic.
Keep her around, though, she's a tough one to get down, and that's what we all need right now.
Posted by: Julia | March 04, 2004 at 09:36 AM
my pretty little procrastinator is hanging out with your Hope Addict, waiting for more news.... Good Luck!
Posted by: virginia | March 04, 2004 at 12:03 PM