The problem was... my doc... was out of town. I knew there was supposed to be 'some kind' of monitoring, but I didn't know how much 'some' was. So. I dug in. I was actually looking forward to the injections in some kind of horrid way.
I was freaked out, but so anxious and ready to get the show on the road. So I mixed the drugs, went into the bathroom and prepared myself. With needle posed, I contemplated what I was about to do. And... I contemplated how I was going to do it.
Finally, I realized that it wasn't going to hurt any less if it took any longer. The first time I made the big three inch trip between the needle and my tender tummy, I only managed to get the needle into the skin before I stopped. Then I had to keep pushing and it was painful... like I could feel the needle cutting the flesh slowly. I bruised. But I was proud of myself. There was a little blood.
The other times were much easier. I made a smooth motion and didn't put the needle too far in or too far out. I injected the meds slowly... taking about 30 seconds and pulling the needle out quickly. That's a big tip for anyone who is doing this. Pull the needle out fast.
And then, there was the doctor getting back. I think I was on CD12 or something and he was a tiny peeved at me for going ahead on my own. I went in for the ultrasound. I knew things weren't good when the doctor actually called me by my first name, from a room down the hall.
"Sooooonnnnnyyyyaaaaaa," he called in a sing-song voice. "Come in here and seeeeee thiiiisssss."
So David and I trudge down the hallway and there are three technicians and the doctor standing around a monitor, with my little ovaries as the star of the show. It appears I had 10 mature follicles. Um. Too many. Can you say... litter?
So. Not only did I lay out $800 bucks on drugs, but David and I were cut off having 'fun', and... AND we lost an entire month.
The good news? Yes, there is good news. I responded to the drugs like a 20 year old. We have excellent, excellent chances for the upcoming months.
Tomorrow I start my clomid again, and then the injections again on Tuesday. Wish. Me. Luck.