Made the 90-mile (150km) trip to FTT at 6 this morning for baseline monitoring. At the check-in, the receptionist asked if this was my mock. No, I said, it's the real deal.
The u/s was uneventful. The u/s technician spent 10 minutes looking for my ovaries. The uge. She said my lining looked good. Today being CD2, I said "good in a disintegrating way?" She laughed.
Well, folks, this party is starting. First dele.strogen injection tomorrow. I go back to FTT in two weeks today for another monitoring appointment. Two weeks after that, I'll be in DC for the transfer (oh please, please, please let that be true, let there not be any monkey wrenches thrown about in this plan).
The anniversary of the miscarriage came and went on the weekend. I spent it gardening, a la Misfit (you get bonus points if you understand the reference). All told, it was nice to notice that those 2 days last year (the day of the u/s and the day of the D&C) sucked the big walleye, and that this year, those two days did not suck as much. They were orders of magnitude better in fact.
I wanted to say thanks for your sweet comments on my last post. It was a really great day for me, that one spent with Dragonfly at her daughter's birthday party. I don't always live in that bigger place in my heart (you've read some of my more bitter posts), but it's nice to stretch out a bit. Thanks for the love, dear women.