I went to see Dr. Wiz this morning (at 8 AM through some of the worst rain we've had in AGES), and all looks well. I have one super-giant follie that he seemed very happy with. I get to give myself a shot of Ovi.drel tonight in the stomach, and I go in Monday (Monday!!) afternoon for my dIUI!!!
Can you tell I'm excited? I'm staying optimistic. My mantra seems to be thiswillworkthiswillworkthiswillwork. I'm completely ignoring statistics and other downers like that.
On an unrelated but surreal note, get this. We had to pick the sp.erm up from the storage place and drive it across the Metroplex to the Dr.'s office. Ha. It comes in a huge black box, the size of a small suitcase. It weighs a ton. Well, maybe not a ton. But like, forty pounds. And it had to sit upright, buckled in, in the backseat BETWEEN DH'S PARENTS!! Hahahahahahahahaha.
They are down visiting for spring break. We didn't realize this was going to coincide with swimmer transportation. It was a bit akward. Luckily, I have wonderful in-laws who just laughed when DH insisted on taking a "family picture" of them with their possible future grandchild buckled between them.
Keep me in your prayers, y'all. And keep everything you can crossed. Monday's gonna be a good day!