A Monopoly game reference–you get to “Pass GO!” and collect $200…except, I’m actually paying money instead of collecting it…
Anyhow, this is to say that I got a call at 8:50am this morning (as I was trying to rush out the door to spin class) and Nurse Cutie informed me that Mr. MLACS’s blood results were in and he could come in today (Monday) to deposit some sperm in their bank! (Lol) I thanked her and told her I was happy not to have to kill anyone over at Quest, and then I skipped off to spin class–WOOT!
Then I came home and hustled to look presentable–I wore flip flops because I knew I had to weigh in today (Dr. Diet had set a goal for me to lose 15lbs) and I needed to do everything in my power (including taking off my shoes) to see some progress on the scale since I’ve been busting my ass these past couple weeks. I have a reeeeally hard time getting the scale to move. I’m quite sure that I’ve put on a little muscle these past couple of weeks while losing fat, but that only shows in how your clothes fit–not on the scale. So I was nervous.
I packed up my drugs in a giant lunchbox and hauled them shamelessly into the office. I’ve been doing this a little too long to care if people stare at me in the waiting room. Who am I kidding?! I never cared–that hasn’t changed.
Nurse Cutie grabbed me and took my blood pressure, but then I demanded to use the bathroom before I stepped on the scale (I smiled as I pee’d and thought “now that’s gotta be at least 6oz”). Then stepped on the scale–I lost…3 lbs. I kind of shrugged because I was hoping for 5 lbs, but 3 lbs shows I put some effort into it. And see, this is why I don’t weigh myself, because it’s so easy for me to get obsessed with numbers on the scale and start competitively starving myself and over-exercising to beat the scale. Yeah, I’ve done that. It’s called “an eating disorder“.
Then, I had to go to the bathroom again before she took me back for the transvaginal ultrasound, because I had been so distracted by the weigh-in that I had forgotten what I was there for and neglected to remove my tampon for the ultrasound. *SMH*
The ultrasound looked good. Then Nurse Cutie whipped out my drugs and taught me how to measure and inject myself with the Gonal-f pen–it was surprisingly simple and painless! The needle was far smaller than the needles that Dr. Angel was using to inject my Bravelle. I beamed, thinking “Wow, I’m pretty sure I can do this all by myself!”
And thus begins the story of…IUI #5