Small Good Things, IUI #8 Edition

(For the record, this is the last thing I should be doing, as I have class in 50 minutes and an afternoon that will be a bit, err, crazy. I used to think I was nuts for scheduling *local* doctor's appointments between my classes. Let's just add a 45-50 minute drive each way, shall we?)

1. After keeping us both awake from 10-12, LG finally fell asleep. And I have managed to get her a ped appointment tomorrow afternoon, which means I need to cancel nothing, and she gets to go on a morning field trip beforehand. All good. Please, dear doctor, up the girl's dose of Singulair?
2. The Ovidrel-induced nausea is gone. My ovaries are chatty again (I thought they'd forgotten what they are supposed to be doing!). I think it's a good day for an IUI.
3. Cookie bits for breakfast. I'm not sure if it was a result of the oat flour, an inappropriate spatula, or what, but the cookies are less than pretty. They taste fabulous but many fell apart in the process of transfering from the sheet to the rack to the storage container. Oh well.
4. Three shot free days before Lovenox. May Lovenox be less painful than Fragmin. I don't care about the bruising, just a needle that actually goes in to my skin on the first try.
   
5. [Updated at 2:35] Dear Readers, please make note of the time. I am having a charmed day, which more than makes up for the terrible-horrible yesterday. I arrived at Dr. Gorgeous's office at 12:50 and was back on the road by 1:25. (Kind of makes me wonder why they didn't think a 1:00 IUI was a good idea; there was no one else in the waiting room. But I digress.) And the specimen? The combined count (2 ART vials) is better than the single IUI specimen from the last time I got pregnant. Cute Andrologist was way pleased. Let's just hope all these facts, combined with my superstitious weirdness (have I told you I get pregnant when I give nurses gifts?) pays off in 11 days (yes, wicked early beta!).