Yup, that's me. So here I am thinking I'm a modest person; I've got big boobs but I don't like to show them off, I've never worn a bikini, and I haven't had innumerable sex partners over the years. However, it seems I have misread the situation and I'm full out skank.
I had a wanding session with Dr WHYBAML today. WHYBAML, ever the gentleman, left the office while I was stripping off, arranging myself in the chair and getting stirruped up. I draped the cloth over my nether regions as always, situating it just so and preventing me from revealing too much, but yielding enough cooter to be wanded. WHYBAML saunters in, makes some small talk, then moves to insert my little friend. While he's doing this he says, "Let's cover you up a bit more." Uh, que? Either he's saying that this shit needs to be covered up because I have cooter issues (cosmetic or physical...I'm unsure), or because I was putting it all out there for all three of us to see. Personally, I don't see either of these as occuring but apparently WHYBAML was offended by cooter action of some description. It was covered up, I swear! Hell, I don't want to look at the bloody thing, why would I assume anyone else does?
I am not one to obsess over follicle size, so don't ask me how big my measly two are at this stage (day 11) of my cycle. WHYBAML did tell me that he's not worried that I only have two, as he believes these two to be particularly strong. Go Team Ovary! I almost laughed at WHYBAML's parting sentence today, said whilst shaking my hand: "Well done Pru. Well done." I automatically pictured myself sitting at home, staring at my stomach and coaching my ovaries into action - "C'mon ladies, do it for WHYBAML! I know from previous behaviour that you would tell me to get fucked, but we're talking about WHYBAML. Goooooooooooooooooooooo ovaries!".
WHYBAML has prescribed two more medications prior to scheduled IUI day on Tuesday. One is to delay ovulation until the "right" time, and the other aims to keep my progesterone levels up. This brings my drug count to 7 this cycle. Yay me. The Dude sometimes mocks my extreme medication-taking, regularly offering to buy me a lovely pill box so I can show it off to any elderly friends I might make. This is becoming increasingly difficult for him to do since a few of my meds are injectibles now, which I don't suppose is really anything to brag about. I am becoming concerned about my genuine excitement when it's Puregon Pen time. Yes, I am getting some sort of perverse joy out of jabbing myself in the abdomen every night. Simple things for simple folk.
My next scan is Saturday morning. It is at that point we will know for sure if Tuesday will be the day. Rest assured, I will be keeping my bits covered appropriately so as not to cause further offense.