There are certain things in this world that you should not have to deal with before coffee. Surprise trans-vaginal ultrasounds are on that list. I would have at least shaved my legs this morning if I knew that was coming.
Today is the start of the stimulation medication. I went in this morning for a blood draw and ultrasound. I knew I was having blood drawn, but I totally forgot about the ultrasound which is why I looked at the nurse who told me to go empty my bladder like she had lost her mind. The ultrasound looked good (8 follicles starting on the right side and 6 on the left, which is a good start) and I'll get a call this afternoon confirming that a) I'm not pregnant and b) everything looks good to start. If we're all set I start two additional shots at night and cut back the amount of the morning shot. I currently get 20 International Units of the drugs in the morning, and I will be cutting back to 5. It doesn't seem worth it because 5 IUs could be injected into a pea with room to spare, but I'm not a doctor.
So far I don't have any bruising from the shots, but I can already see bruises forming where I had my blood drawn this morning. I wore all my short sleeve outfits to work last week because they're being banned for the next few weeks.
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I don't really know what trans-vag means, but I'm picturing a line of immigrant workers laying tracks across your womb.
They're whistling while they work, though. It's a very friendly image.
Good luck.
Yes, you are very close!
Except add a long unpleasant wand and remove the immigrant workers whistling...
I think it's more like the Trans Siberian Orchestra and my uterus puts out a Christmas album every year.
Or, what Cat said. It's an ultrasound taken from the inside.
Thank you for not making me google that at work.
And for setting me on the path to less and less appropriate jokes about the instruments in a Trans Vaginal Orchestra.
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