I was told to get to my clinic at 8am sharp.  Being a considerate-of-others sort of gal, I was happy to oblige, even though it meant getting up at about 6 in order to negotiate the crazy non-functional weekend subway system.  But ok, fine.  Got there at 8 on the dot, only to hear that Dr. Bigshot was delayed due to being interviewed by Channel 2?  NBC?  Don’t watch the news, don’t care to start, but whatever, my irritating substitute doctor was gonna be late.

And he was.  By, like, an hour.

Argh.

Good news is that even though my ovaries feel like they’re going to explode messily, I’m going to be ok til retrieval on Tuesday.  Although I do have to take an early antagon shot this afternoon.  Trigger shot is at midnight tonight, with new oral meds tomorrow (and an early morning blood draw to double check that the HCG injection worked.)  Then nothing til Tuesday am, bright and early – I will take off the whole day, and I’m already looking forward to it!  Transfer will be Friday, so I’ll miss the NY ComiCon, which is a shame, but I’m thinking that I really won’t feel up to hauling around all the freebies that vendors tend to load librarians down with on the pro day.  

Really good news is that he measured 8 follicles between 19 & 21 mm, and it looked to me like there were a ton he simply didn’t bother measuring.  This is still looking like a good cycle, despite my paranoid fears that my sore-to-the-touch breasts were heralding an early ovulation that was going to put the kibosh on this cycle.

(Sprogblogger breathes a giant sigh of relief.)

Now I get to start gearing up for big needles again.  Here’s to having to take 12 weeks of big needles, eh?