So it would appear my left ovary is Daryl Dixon with a fucking crossbow.
Well, for me, at least. Me and my old eggs. Monitoring appointment this morning showed 5 mature follicles on the left side and 6 small ones on the right that aren’t measurable.
Right side is acting all Lori-like, sitting there all pretty, but not doing shit to contribute to the cause.
Last IVF, I didn’t respond as well as they were hoping. I only had 5 mature eggs total, so Lefty is really acting as the overachiever in this. I go back again Thursday, but I am thinking retrieval will be happening this weekend!
I didn’t forget about giving away my book, Hannah’s Hope.
I lied. I did forget to announce the name on time.
It’s these medications, see? Lupron makes me cry, and Menopur and Gonal- F distract me from all things important as they bruise my stomach and make me waddle around. I feel like Barney must have felt standing next to the little skinny girl:
I didn’t realize so many of you have read this book. The winner is: Ann from A Day in the Life of the Foster’s. I am not a total douche-canoe and I have already contacted her, so I can’t wait to send her the book.
And so there you have it. Walking Dead references alongside Barney the Dinosaur. Aren’t you glad you stopped by here to read this?