Though it was another appointment with Dr. Bigshot.  Making me happy I stuck to my guns and forced my doctor to deal with my questions last week.  Argh.

Anyway, my pathology report came back from the D&C, and it was as suspected, nothing cancerous, nothing but what he expected to see.  

This morning’s appointment went a bit smoother than they have been going – Dr. Bigshot gave the impression of someone trying to make a better impression, somehow.  I’ve got at least 6 follicles developing, though they’re not growing as quickly as they might, they are growing at a workable rate – the largest were at 12 or 13 mm, up from around 7mm three days ago.  So unless I hear otherwise when I call for results this afternoon, I’ll be going in on Wednesday, and – I suspect – triggering that evening for a Friday retrieval.  

Why do I suspect such a thing?  Because the boy will be out of town on Friday, that’s why.  And the way my timing-luck has gone this cycle, that’s about the only day that retrieval COULD happen and still interfere with something I have no control over.  Argh.  He’ll bring in an emergency sperm sample to be frozen on Tuesday, and that should work out just fine.  I suppose it’s better this way than if I’m trying to give the trigger shot to myself.  Which would be scary.  

Won’t know much else until this afternoon, and even then, I expect the message to be no more than “continue with your meds as you have been and we’ll see you on Wednesday.”  

Off to take the dog for a run.  Fingers crossed and maybe the rest of this cycle will not be such an emotional roller coaster.