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That’s what I have for you today. Just: ow.

The aspiration, although it’s the same procedure as the egg retrieval, seems to hurt a lot more. As long as I’m sitting totally still, I don’t have much pain, but as soon as I start moving around, it hurts like crazy.
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Dr. Italiano did my u/s himself this morning, and the cysts are still there, no smaller. No larger, but no smaller. So he didn’t even bother with bloodwork and I’m going in tomorrow morning to have them aspirated. After that, it should be a few more days of Irony Pills, then I should finally be able to start stims.

One an odd side note, I noticed today that Dr. Italiano has a large tattoo of an embryo on his left forearm. That has to be good mojo.

*Dear Robert Hunter- I’m sorry. I am. ~~k

That’s all I got for ya today.

1. Yesterday, I called my clinic at 9:45am and said I was running late and wouldn’t make it in by 11:00. Since I’m still taking BCPs, I asked to be rescheduled for today. After being put on hold new fewer than three times by a receptionist who asked my named and what I needed each time she came back, I left a message and was told a nurse would call me. Well, a nurse did call me, to ask what happened to me that morning and let me know that they were rescheduling me for today, and that I should call if that was a problem. Clearly, my message never made it past the receptionist.
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So, the good news is that my E2 from 12.27 was 54. Nice and low. The also good news is that the three cysts did get smaller.

The not really bad news is that they’re still there. Since they’re shrinking, though, they seem to be responding to the Irony Pills. So I’m taking another week of BCPs and I go back next Monday.

I’m kind of shocked by how laid back I still feel about this cycle. The cysts aren’t stressing me, I’m not worried; it just feels all good. Maybe it’s the fact that we just bypassed the lame ass Lupron this time. 32 days of Lupron is enough to make anyone a basket case, I’d guess.

And so IVF v2.0 begins not with the bang of a 27-gauge needle being slammed unceremoniously into my belly flab, but with the whisper of a packet of birth control pills being opened.

Yes, there are cysts. Lefty seems to be very fond of them and chose to grow three this time. I’ll get the results of my E2 later today, but for now, my instructions are to take 10 days of BCPs and go back on the 7th.

The cysts have me far less concerned this time around. In fact, I’m feeling positively insouciant about it all. We did so well with the two cysts that wouldn’t go away last cycle, that this doesn’t feel like a deal-breaker the way it did before. It helps that I feel like an old hand at this IVF thing already, like a veteran trooper breezily and knowingly warning the fresh recruits that Paris ain’t worth fighting for, she’s just a tired old whore.

Yeah.

Anyway, I’m also moderately relieved that I won’t be shooting up in the stalls of the poshest bathrooms in Manhattan tomorrow.

Party on, Wayne.