And a surprise one at that. The meteorologists were calling for rain. But in FTT, it was a whopping snowstorm. I got up at 5am, like Sattva, and went to the gym. Might as well do something with that anxiety. Mrs. cell-phone-phobic carried it everywhere with her in the gym, just in case Sattva needed to get in touch. I was worried sick about her in her rental car without snow tires.
I got to the clinic at 8:05. The new receptionist was there again. She asked for my name. I said I was here to meet Sattva. She asked for my health card. Loudly. I moved in closer to her and said I was meeting someone here, specifically our donor. Oh. Oh, I see. I think I might get a name tag next time which says: 'Augusta, 36, Infertile, Egg Recipient', just so EVERYONE is clear on what the hell I am doing there. I sat down and read about parenting the anxious child for a consult I had later on that morning. That did nothing for my anxiety. And then at 8:13am, there she was. I couldn't believe she was there, safe, all in one piece and only 13 minutes late. We gave each other a big hug. The drive had been harrowing.
She had her u/s in good time. Her follies had grown. On Tuesday, they were actually in the 0.8 to 1.2 range. This morning, they were in the 1.2 to 1.7 range. Her next monitoring appt. is on Sunday morning. The clinic also called me to have me come in for an u/s on that same day to do another lining check. We will head out early together from Pleasantville on Sunday. At this point, I am anticipating that the retrieval will happen on Tuesday or Wednesday. We can't tell for sure, but I think that's a good guess given the data available.
I'm sipping a glass of awesome red wine at the moment, wondering if it will be my last one for a while.