It's one of life's puzzlers. When you can't decide if time is going fast or dog slow.
It hurts my wee head to figure it out these days, so I won't even bother .
The five day drug binge has come and gone, with no casualties. Yet.
Hopefully the reduced dosage will give us just enough growth to have more than the usual quota to play with. Two or three juicy eggs would be perfect.
Tomorrow morning we have the first scan to see the progress of the follicles.
Again, more than three and they will cancel the whole thing, so we really could do without it being a repeat of 'man-milky white and the seven Chernobyl dwarves' from last time.
If all goes well, we may or may not need another scan the following day, and we should know when we can trigger shoot, and when the insemination would take place.
My guess would be Friday or Saturday.
I'm oddly curious to know if we will be entertained by humourless Janneke again, or the bearded male nurse (who looked remarkably and unnervingly like the husband of a friend of ours), or will ET be showing her pearly, er...pinks to yet another complete stranger.
Either way, we'd show them off in time square if it would guarantee no more than three follicles and the IUI could go ahead.
I'm off to assume a zen pose and repeatedly hum 'one-two-three' for the day.