Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Lining Check #3
Watch your fingers and toes, I'm in a pissy mood today. I don't know exactly what it is, but as I was driving to the clinic I found myself crying behind the wheel. I was thinking, "This is not really my life, right? This is all a big joke?"
When I arrived, I said hello to Frostie Ninja from my car and felt a lot better. It's wonderful to know that he's in there, under a deep freeze, waiting for my body to be ready. I walked up the stairs to the second floor, signed in, and then sat with the fishies for the few minutes it took them to call me back. I imagined myself as one of the fish, just swimming around with no worries in the world. Then I started to get angry at the fish, because they surely have no troubles reproducing, laying their eggs... hell, they'll even eat their babies. Assholes.
The phlebotomist called me back, and I had my blood drawn. She told me to take a "big breath" right before she stuck me with the needle. Who are you kidding, honey? Just stick the damn thing and get it over with. I'm fine. I know she was just trying to be nice, but like I said before, I'm in a pissy mood. I'm mad at fish for crying out loud, so of course she's on my list too no matter how sweet she is.
Then I moved over to the ultrasound waiting area. There were a lot of women waiting. One couple was all perky and upbeat. I wanted to punch her in the face for being happy when I'm not. Again, I know it's not her fault that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but still. Shut up. Then another woman walked in wearing a pretty dress, nails perfectly painted the sweetest shade of pink. Who the hell has their shit together this early in the morning? And to go to the RE?! I side eyed the shit out of her.
Finally, the nurse called me back into the ultrasound room. As she was pulling my file up on the computer, I asked her, "This is all just an April Fool's joke, right?" She totally did not get it. She asked me what was the joke. Ok, so obviously she doesn't get infertility humor. She must be a fertile. Lucky bitch. (Again, I don't really think that. Just bitter!)
The doctor took a while to come in the room, so I chatted on my phone with some of the Dreamers. I bitched and complained a little, which didn't really make me feel better. Then the doctor came in, a doctor who I've never met before. He's one of the founding doctors of the practice, and I've decided to nickname him Dr. Beaker. He looks like a muppet, and the white lab coat just took me to Beaker.
He small talked with me a little bit, and asked about my dose of Estrace. When I told him that I was on two tablets vaginally three times a day, he paused. I blurted out, "Yeah, I have a pretty stubborn lining. Stubborn reproductive system as a whole, actually." Way to make a great impression with the doctor, Cici. But you know, I'm in a pissy mood, so I don't give a shit.
Then good news! Dr. Beaker called out the first measurement, "Type I, 6.8..." and took my measurements three times. The other two measurements were over 7! Surprise! He said that he thought I was ready to move onto the next step, but that my doctor would look over today's ultrasound and make the call. This put a smile on my face and in my heart :D
As I was getting dressed I noticed that the doctor left my last ultrasound picture up on the screen. In total JenTee fashion, I ninja-ed the situation and took a picture with my phone.
Now I'm just waiting for a call from my nurse to let me know what the plan is. In the meantime, the universe still seems intent on pissing me off. I got to work, and one of my colleagues was in a chatty mood. I just wanted to be left alone, but she wanted to tell me about her plans to do the Couch to 5K again, and wanted advice about running shoes. I was trying to answer her questions, and then some students walked in, and my colleague gawked all over this little girl's beautiful hair cut. Shut up, shut up, shut up!!
Posted by RunDreamer at 6:30 AM