Sometimes, you have to laugh at it all.
We were given a semen sample pot and detail form when we arrived at reception this morning. That was surely a good sign, things were about to happen.
For good measure it was an unfamiliar face that called us into the big brother room. Making her the sixth stranger make a human lollipop out of ET in the last year or so.
I think we'll bring a special prize for the 10th, a framed picture or something.
Cutting to the chase, we have 4 follicles again. With the 3 from two days ago showing little or no growth. All four are between 12mm and 14mm.
Not big enough to trigger, and too many.
Meaning, we await confirmation that we have to go back again over the weekend.
I haven't a bloody clue what's going on in there. There's no pattern, no consistency, and to add a little spice, our dildo-cammer for today announced that one of ETs ovaries is in the wrong place.
The wrong bloody place. Not in her jacket pocket or on the mantelpiece or anything, but it's above the uterus as opposed to the side of it. She assures us that makes no difference whatsoever.
I like to think that it just fancied a stiff word with it's partner on the other side, hopefully telling it to get it's arse in gear.
Well shout louder, bitch.
So, we wait, again. For a call back for a scan, again. To see if we can go ahead or be cancelled, again.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to throw my head back and laugh dementedly.
[EDIT - We go back on Monday, they need to see growth, they want some 18mm follicles. We are a way off that at the moment]
[DOUBLE EDIT - Mammydairies found the idea of one ovary trying to get at the other so amusing, she turned her hand to animation. Quite the achievement considering she is quite literally about to blow any second. We are in talks with the ovaries over a stage musical about their lives, set to the back catalogue of Duran Duran.]