I took my last Clomid pill on Saturday, CD7, and I was scheduled to go in for a sonogram tomorrow (CD12) to see how the Ziegfield Follies are performing. If Dr. Charmin* saw a star or two, I would have received a trigger shot tomorrow. Sounds like a decent plan, no?
Yesterday, it occurred to me that I could potentially ovulate before the sonogram tomorrow. So I peed on a stick. Nothin. Today, I almost forgot, but just as I was rushing for the bathroom to divest myself of my morning green tea and about a gallon of water, I remembered. So I flung open the cabinet, grabbed an OPK, and unwrapped it frantically as I limped to the toilet trying to hold my pee at bay. My pee, upstart free thinker that it is, was screaming "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité!!" Rushing for the barricades, pee bellowed loudly and battered at the doors of the Bastille. I barely managed to get the damn OPK open and jam it between my legs before pee let loose with a wild cry, "VIVE LA RéVOLUTION!"
I was so distracted by the vehemence of the insurgency that I almost forgot to check the stick. After a couple of minutes, I glanced over and, whoa, what did I see but a thick dark blue line! Look at that, a clear blue surge! Now there's a line that could make a girl proud. So I called the clinic, and my sonogram has been changed to an IUI. This will be IUI #5, the first with Clomid.
So this is all fine and dandy, but what if I hadn't bothered with the OPK's? My doctor didn't ask me to use them. I was just supposed to wait patiently til the sonogram tomorrow. What would have happened then? Would they have been able to tell that I was about to ovulate? Would they have done the IUI right then? Would we have missed the window? Whatever. I'm glad I took my ovulation prediction into my own hands. Now, better go find me a specimen cup.
* I decided my RE needed a nom-de-plume. (Sorry, I seem to be on a French kick today.) My doctor is both soft and strong ... just like Charmin. She has a sweetly gracious demeanor, but she's also confident and sure of her practice. It's a nice combination actually, and dissuades me from pummeling her with too many questions while she's explaining a procedure. You see, if she's in the middle of describing my treatment, and I interrupt to ask a question about something she's just said, she will calmly but firmly say, "I'm getting to that" and continue. Eeek. Yes, maam. But then she'll remember little things about me that I don't expect her to, or will genuinely express her hope that things work out for us, and that's when she's plush and easy on the ass.
Firstly, you are so freakin funny I nearly wet myself in sympathy. Secondly, I'm glad you did the OPK. A little control freakery comes in handy at times like these, n'est ce pas? Thirdly, good luck with IUI- keep us posted!
Posted by: barren mare | July 07, 2004 at 03:25 PM
This is what I was worried about this cycle - that I would ovulate before the IUI. I am really glad you used the OPK. Sometimes I think RE's don't pay enough attention to IUI cycles because they think of it as remedial ART. Good luck tomorrow!
Posted by: beaver girl | July 07, 2004 at 05:14 PM
Ah, a girl after my own bladder. :p
Posted by: Christina | July 08, 2004 at 01:33 AM
When I did Clomid and IUI they had me use the OPKs from day 10 till I surged (pills days 5-9). I'm surprised your doc doesn't do that. Of course, my doc didn't do a trigger shot, so who knows?
We'll be here during the dreaded 2ww after you have good lovin' with the catheter. Swim, little boys, swim!
Posted by: dish | July 08, 2004 at 04:14 PM
Further reason why we need to be our own doctors, all the time.
Go spermies and eggies go! Meet in beauteaous womblove and divide, divide away!
In other words, good luck, sweetcheeks!
Posted by: Karen | July 09, 2004 at 07:26 AM