Off to see the Wizard

Today is our appointment for our first RE. I am a bit nervous. My dreams make me feel more nervous than anything. Last night I dreamed I was shopping for DS at a not-so-classy mall gift shop. And I was so irritated that it was still $300 a vial, when I didn't even get to pick who it came from.

I have a list of questions, I have DH's SA. I have a sense of (hopefully) misplaced dread that we'll hate him and have to wait until I can get in with another RE, that he'll run tests and find out IUI would be useless anyway, and any number of other useless fears.

Oh well. Five hours, right? I can hold my breathe that long.