So I went in this morning for a sonogram and blood work to see how my body has responded to this month's fertility science experiment.
The sonogram made me think of a friend of mine who recently started charting her basal body temperature (BBT).
This BBT charting, if you've not done it, entails taking your temperature first thing in the morning, at the same time every day, before you do anything else.
I tried for a month, but I would wake up at 4 am so anxious about forgetting that it just wasn't worth it. I'd have dreams where I got up and brushed my teeth and then remembered the BBT chart. I failed!
I'm sure the anxiety was raising my temperature. It was certainly ruining my sleep.
But my friend, she said she kind of loves it. She loves seeing the numbers and lining up the data and keeping a nice, organized chart.
I told her she's totally the valedictorian of charting.
So I got to the RE's office and the wait wasn't bad. I think Mondays are the worst.
The nurse called me in and she was like, "I can't wait to see what's happened!"
She's this beautiful, probably six feet tall, Nordic looking woman who is so incredibly nice. She talks to you like you're her favorite person in the world. Totally sincerely.
She makes me feel like the two of us are Team Get Lisa Pregnant.
I mean, of course, yes, I have a husband that figures somewhere into this equation. That somewhere being downtown at 7:30 am Sunday morning.
If that doesn't turn you on, I don't know what will. (Sorry, Nick.)
So I'm up on the table, naked from the waist down, and she's holding the sonogram wand which really just looks like a big dildo, and we're both all, "Oooh! I'm so excited to see!"
Which struck me as funny, but I didn't laugh because I was also in my head all, man, I hope I don't fail...
and then she was like, "This looks good!" and showed me one 21 mm follicle, and then another, and another that might get big enough in time for the moment of magic.
(Follicles, if you don't know - and I didn't - are the sacs inside which your eggs mature. Clomid, as I understand it, pushes you to release more follicles, so you've got a better chance of sperm meeting egg and doing a baby dance.)
She said, "You want them to be at least 18 mm, so these two are absolutely big enough. And you want two or three, no more than four. YOU DID GREAT!"
I may not be the valedictorian of this getting pregnant business, but I walked out of there all, "She gave me an A!"