Just another irritating attribute

So it's taking some getting used to, having my beloved back in my life... It's great, don't get me wrong, but just takes some adjusting. Especially after the shitter incident, the way boys think is just a bit beyond me (sorry, guys, we do love you, but c'mon!!!)

I've just gotten used to doing what i want, when and how, without comment or critique. First it was, why did you get those sunglasses cause they sit on your cheeks. Jeeze. I thought they were lovely... Next, having a sleep in when i'm starving and used to eating early - i'm a bitch when hungry! And we have a child to feed, then finally dragging us all out of the house and him moaning about me fluffing about. Grrrrr. Then, what do you feel like for dinner, I dunno honey, what do you want... Aurgh! An opinion please!

Then, thinking it's be lovely to have a night in the city, I loved it so much, but hubby is not as in love... Whatever! What is not to love about shopping and eating (hmmmm, food playing a big part in this blog)

We did have a wonderful dinner down at Darling Quarter. It was awesome, we just wandered down, there was music, great food (Braza). (Think I overdid the Brazilian BBq and will pay for it later) I DO love having him around, it IS so nice to have company.

Then, after the shitter debacle of the previous night, he made sure he was not on the shitter, but playing some game on his iPhone. He must have heard me grumbling cause he came in wanting to mix my shots. Which he partially botched and had to use the already blunt poking needle to draw up the drugs which effectually make the needle blunter. Then he had this "I want to poke needles in your belly" look in his eyes, saying it was the only thing he could do to help, apart from his small contribution on collection day. I couldn't let him, Just could do it! So did it myself with him watching . Maybe tonight, but if he hurts me, I swear he'll never hear the end of it!

So I'm at Genea at Kent St today for hopefully my last bloods and u/s. There is a shitload of poor desperate couples here! At Chatswood, maybe 2-3 for my first cycle, max of 8 for this one, but in a city, tons... I feel like baring my belly and comparing war wounds...

Of course, hubby said he wanted to be here. But I had to leave him and darling child sleeping at the hotel and head out by myself, without breakfast... No surprises there.

(short break now to get my u/s done)

I'm just praying this is it now, right ovary had 14 follicles, the biggest being over 20mm, a few others around the 19mm mark and then the tiny ones. Left, goddamned LAZY ovary, 8 pathetic, measly follicles. Only one made it to 19mm and the rest are tiny. Endo lining is only 8. SO disheartening!

(another break for my BT)

Lovely nurse didn't hurt me as much but halfway through the blood stopped coming out! Never happened before. But hopefully they had just enough to do the test.

So what can I do... Of course I'm thinking ahead, expecting a failed cycle. Determined to go home and be done with it but wondering what if I tried again.

Eternal optimist husband is still hopeful, though, just another irritating attribute...

I guess nothing to do but hope for trigger tonight and go back to the hotel for their lovely breakfast buffet. I swear if anyone is still sleeping, I'm having brekky alone!