Right so first thing this morning it was off to the clinic for my CD3 scan. We had the first appointment of the day so no sitting around waiting. Dr S is simply the very best ever. You know people have been telling me this since before we changed doctors, but until I actually had him doing a scan I wasn’t that overwhelmed by him. He sat with his hand on my knee waiting for the machine to get warmed up and was so kind and gentle and just amazing. And even patted my cheek after the scan and wished us luck and managed not to be condescending doing it. I ♥ my FS!
The scan was exactly as we would hope at this stage. Thin lining showing that everything is clearing out the way it’s supposed to. No cysts. And even five follies. One on the one side and four on the other – I can’t remember which side was which. He said next scan on CD8 which is Monday and hopefully by then we will have recruited some more follies with the meds. He took the time to show us everything and explain everything we were seeing on the machine.
And then he gave us the bad news… he’s off on holiday and so one of the other doctors will be doing my next scan.
From there it was off to the nurse to get the meds and book our next scan. She started off saying that Dr Shit-for-brains would be doing my scan as Dr S is away and I had to ask for the Prof – which I got – thank heavens!
And then it was time to turn the tables and inject myself. I was VERY brave and gave myself the shot in my tummy. It turns out DefTTC was right, Menopur is fine, no problem what-so-ever! It was all so easy that when I first stuck the needle in I thought I had missed (like you could miss my big fat roll) because I never even felt the needle going in. Okay I admit I felt the meds going in, but no worries!
So our new routine includes shots for him in the evening and shots for me in the morning – our cleaning service probably think we are some kind of junkies when they empty the trash as see the syringes in the bin (obviously not the needles as they are being disposed of properly.