This is what I looked like outwardly:
But that was two days ago. You know that scene in The Exorcist, where the girl’s head spins around? That was me for one hot second (okay, 45 minutes) last night before I realized my insane mood swing was one of the listed side effects of chlomid.
I feel like I was watching myself feel fully empowered to self-destruct, all the while trying to back pedal with the slim margin of my brain that was witnessing the scene in horror. Once we finally realized what was going on, we made an action plan, I cried a bit and we figured out a SafeWord. Hopefully we can nip those little outbursts in the bud… We’ll be OK.
We went into the clinic Friday, good. On track. Saturday again, for bloodwork. My estrogen has spiked to a thousand. Good news. And today, Sunday, back for the works. In the post-exam meeting, the doctor said:
“You’re the lucky one.”
(I’m not even sure where to put the italics in that sentence, but there was definite emphasis) delivered after she realized I was a Mississauga patient. It seems I’m the patient still getting monitored, but neither of us is quite sure how exactly it happened.
“Let’s not question the universe,” said the doctor. But I Am being monitored and it’s a very good thing. ‘Cause today is the day. It almost makes me forget the rest of this gong show, up and down, catastrophe, wild ride of emotions.
Based on today’s results (19 and 21mm) they gave me an injection to ensure that my eggs release. I still have two follicles, possible twin-set in the works, and I have an IUI booked for tomorrow morning!
Allia, now understandably, is cautiously optimistic and wants me to put some emotions on hold – to curb my expectations and excitement so I’m not devastated. I know the risks and stats (15% chance of success). But also given my recent demonic possession, she doesn’t want me to be swinging out of control. I just really want to buy a crib. I’ve been waiting three years. It will feel so satisfying to put that sucker together.
Really it’s just that I’m excited the day we’ve been waiting for is here. We step into the active ‘trying’ phase…
“It’s the first time I will ever have sperm inside of me!!”
Seriously. I’m not a gold star, but I’ve always insisted on scrupulous protective measures.
Bring it on!
Thinking of the numbers and likelihood of success, one has to ask: why not me? It could happen.