My heart sank when I saw it was Janneke, and not our preferred vag-visage, calling us.
'Laugh-a-minute Janneke' as I've Christened her.
Unfortunately that minute seems to have taken place somewhere in October 1986, so we just have to make do with humourless Janneke.
We had been asked to come back for another scan today. They wanted to check the growth of the 4 follicles, in the hope one would stop growing and the other three would push on. Based on the growth the follicles showed in the last Clomid cycle we were not expecting anything good to come of it.
We were ushered to the 'big brother' ultrasound room, so called as it doesn't have any curtained area for ET to get her kit off.
There I sat, Janneke to my left, interrogating me on the standard of my Dutch conversational skills, while to my right ET ever so gracefully hopped on one semi-naked leg in an attempt to get her jeans off.
After a couple of moments wishing I was temporarily deaf and blind, ET was in situe, her bare feet framing Janneke's stern face.
"I'm going to put the probe in now" she delightfully announced.
In it burrowed around the grainy black and whiteness of my nearest and dearest's reproductive organs, it was all I could do to stop myself announcing 'One small step for man...'
Straight to the right hand side she went this time, yesterday's ground zero, the cause of our distress. One, 13mm. Two, also 13mm.
No number three. Vanished. Gone. Vamoosed. Janneke claimed it wasn't uncommon, giving us some sober tale of larger follicles using all the hormones and leaving the smaller ones to wither away.
Over on the left hand side, the solitary follicle remained, having grown another 1mm. This leaves us with 3 in total, a 14mm and two at 13mm.
Almost unbelievably, exactly what we needed, but didn't for a second expect we would see.
The 3 need some growth, so most likely we will go back for another scan on Friday morning, when we should know more definitely if, or when, insemination will happen.
You don't get many days when you get good news in this game, and indeed, your perception of what constitutes good news changes dramatically over time.
But today, is one of those days.