On my way to the clinic this morning, following the detour off the highway, which was closed due to the storm, I wondered if the universe was telling me this cycle wasn't meant to be (you know, because I didn't manage to read the more subtle signs of two cysts, a wonky lining, an elevated E2 level, and an early surge).
Then I wondered if the fact that I managed to get to the clinic, despite the detour, to learn that I do indeed have a mature follicle to go along with the two blue lines on the pee stick, meant that the universe is telling me I need to listen to my body, after all.
Then I got to hold one of Best Professor Friend's newborn twins. I rubbed her fuzzy brown hair for good luck. That has to mean something, right?
IUI #9, tomorrow at 1:00. Happy Hanukkah.
Crossing fingers! Let this be the one!
ReplyDeleteBEST of luck tomorrow...I've discovered that even the craziest set of circumstances can lead to unexpected success, so you never know. (I'm 28 weeks pregnant even after a major snafu perpetrated by the clueless receptionists at my RE's office, causing my RE to have to foot the bill for a new donor sperm sample for my iui. Amazingly enough, it worked!) I'll have everything crossed for you tomorrow!
ReplyDeleteHappy Hanukkah and good luck!
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