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monitoring and blood work. Or as I like to call it "Poke and Prod"day. The first part was the ultrasound. My nurse greeting me with "Drop trou and take a seat on the throne!" The ultrasound went great- they check out the lining of your uterus- I was at 7.8mm- they are looking for something in between 7-10mm. She also checked out my follicles, which also sounds like a pick-up line (follicles are responsible for releasing the egg). She had a good count on both ovaries. They also take blood to check estrogen levels. Normally I'm an easy stick (heyo), but it took 4 tries and on the third try I felt a jolt through my body and radiating soreness run through my arm. I'm not sure what happened, but I'm pretty positive I screamed something that rivaled the F-word count from "Wolf of Wall Street".
Another thing that happened is my grandmother passed away this morning. I had the chance to be with her last weekend and, although she feared technology, she was up-to-date on this blog because each time I posted I would print it out and mail the latest entry to her. She was the most southern of southern women, but was so accepting of me, Meg and the path we were taking to start a family. She was fading last night so I called my mother who was by her side to the end. My mom said, "I think you should tell her you're pregnant." And, while it's not the truth, I had also thought the same thing. It would make her happy and it wasn't going to hurt anyone. It wasn't until my mother held the phone to her ear and I struggled to say the words that this whole process, all the work, money, and blood (literally) and tears that have
that has gone into this hit me as hard as it would ever hit. Even through the unspeakable pain that my grandmother was experiencing, my father said she raised her arms off the bed in celebration.
So. Next steps. My hormone levels were good- no surge detected (typically a surge of LH will happen between days 12-16). And I'll go back in for another ultrasound and more blood work on Thursday morning. Our trigger shot will be arriving in the mail tomorrow so we will be ready to inject as soon as they give us the ok- this is the shot that Meg will have to inject in my behind. I'm already preparing an arsenal of gifs for this experience. Heh. ARSenal.