By the skin of our teethI used to have a sense of anticipation before a scan. It was out of my hands so I would just have to wait and let the experts do their job. These days I don't wait. The moment the dildocam goes in, I'm scrutinising every shadow on the screen, every bit of movement, glancing at the nurse's reaction, trying to guess the size of my lining, the number of follicles in my ovaries. We watched the "Child against all odds" programme on the BBC a couple of months ago, and DH was terribly impressed when I identified all the follicles on a scan. Maybe I should just rent a machine and work from home!
I could only see three today. Where was that promised fourth follicle? The nurse announced three good follicles and I asked her to look for a fourth. It was there, hiding behind another follicle, only 8mm so will probably not make it. But it is there. We are going ahead.
Egg retrieval is on Wednesday. Bad drunken behaviour is scheduled for Thursday night, but if that doesn't go ahead we will have embryo transfer on Friday.