A tourist in my own city

For the past week, my friends L and S visited with us from Atlanta.  They are a blast.  As a result of a pen pal exchange program, L and I started writing each other when we were 14 or 15.  We met his partner S about 6 years ago while we were vacationing in London.  This week has been good for me.  Sweets and I have been laughing non-stop.  S is a hoot.  He is truly hilarious.  And even though I started injections on Tuesday, I haven't really thought of this cycle too much.  Yes, I've felt twinges in the ovaries but unlike last time, I haven't been consumed by thoughts of injections and babies.

When I arrived at my appointment on Tuesday, I was a little upset that I had the new nurse.  By new, I mean that she's been there for about a year so she's still a little inexperienced.  Nurse Vickie was uber flaky.  She kept forgetting things like picking up my blood work results and the injection kit.  She just seemed frazzled.  Needless to say, I didn't feel like I was in the best hands.  At this session, I discovered that I'm identified as a "high responder".  Really, that means nothing at all.  I may get a lot of eggs but I can't get pregnant.   Nurse Vickie indicated that I would be taking a new medication but rather than Menopur as previously indicated, I was going to be on Bravelle.  The idea of mixing the medications and injecting myself up to 3x a day was not appealing but like everyone else, I was willing to do it.    When the training was done, I asked her about my left over Puregon and what I should do with it.  Thankfully, my doctor was just next door so she popped in to ask him.  He seemed to feel that there was no reason why I couldn't just continue with the Puregon.  If LH is needed, it can be added in later.  

Tomorrow I go in for my day 5 blood work and ultrasound.  Here's hoping that everything is growing on schedule.