At this morning’s follicle check and blood draw, the nurses thought I would likely be on Follistim and Repronex for another day, back for blood and ultrasound tomorrow, then probably scheduled for a Monday IUI. I had run out of Repronex, so I had to “borrow” some from the clinic in case I needed it tonight. On my drive home, I began composing alternate lyrics to the Les Miserables tune, “One Day More,” to post as a description of the pending plan. I could hear the different sections – me, the patient, in place of Valjean, the nurses in place of the Thenardiers (no insult to the nurses intended; their instructions just fit the rhythm) – joining in a glorious, swelling medley of assisted reproductive technologies. When I stopped to fill up the tank of my car, I was trying to think of rhymes for “ovary,” “Follistim,” and “Repronex” – not an easy task. I filed the idea away to come back to after work.
Then I checked my patient voicemail box, and found out that the doctor actually wants me to stop meds, to take the HCG trigger shot tonight, and to come in for the IUI on Sunday. So much for my new Broadway hit! Please pray for us on Sunday morning.
(For those who like the numbers, here’s the run-down: two 17mm follicles on the left, a few 13s on the right, and E2 at 1023.)
(Also, it bothers me that I don’t have accent marks in the proper places for all the French words and names, but I don’t have time to figure out how to do that right now; please imagine little slanted hash marks.)