MWAH-HA-HAAAAA!!!! (in manner of The Count, from Sesame Street)

Went for a wanding session this morning, and my RE took one look at the sonogram screen and said, "K, your ovaries are laughing at us." While I was trying to figure out how to take that little gem, on his way out the door he said, with his hands over his ears, "They're saying, we can't hear you! We can't hear you! Let's try another four days of meds, and hope that they don't decide we're shouting at them....See you on Monday!"

Well, at least the man has a sense of humor. And if I wasn't able to laugh at this point, I'd be homicidal.

So, I'm going to try to have a heart to heart with the old ovaries tonight. Give them a little pep talk, you know, if I can manage to get their attention. This attitude of theirs, this aloofness, has really got to go. They can't continue in this fashion, it simply isn't becoming.

The RE has also decreed that I shall switch from Bravelle to Follistim as of Monday (if there's still no cooperation from the ovaries.) Since I'm taking a dose and a half of Bravelle each time, and since I have to mix up the meds from the vials, I'm basically having to throw away a half dose of the stuff every night. And these drugs ain't cheap, am I right ladies? So, I'm all for the Follistim, as the RE described that I can just dial up whatever dose I need from the pen-thingy, no muss, no fuss, and no dinero down the drain each time.

Oy vey -

K