I got my period…All by myself may I add!  So I did ovulate on that cycle and we are now off to a fresh start.  The games actually begin tomorrow, day 3.

Tomorrow morning at 7, I have to go down to the office to have “cycle start” blood work and an ultrasound.  Then I go back to the office at 10:30 for a Clomid cycle IUI information session and to get my results from the u/s and blood.  I guess it is then that they will explain everything that will be taking place over the next cycle; from the monitoring schedule to the scheduling itself, and so on and so forth.

So, yeah!  I’m pretty damn excited. 

I was spotting, which is something that has never happened to me- it is either all or none, Friday night.  This of course led me to believe the obvious (to me anyway), its implantation bleeding and I’m actually getting pregnant, like right now!  I had a hard time falling asleep due to all fantasies that consumed my mind.  Yeah, not so much.  By Saturday mid morning it was O.N.  Sadness instantly filled me, but that was followed by excitement, knowing all the greatness that lie ahead.

Today my husband and I went for our blood work up, for all the “life threatening” stuff they test for when you go see a specialist.  I jokingly turned to my husband as we were patiently waiting in the waiting room, and said, “Their probably going to take like 8 vials of blood.”  He didn’t flinch because he pays stuff like that no mind.  He’s not a baby at all when it comes to any of that blood, procedure, etc. rigamero.  So they call me in after a little bit and the nurse starts picking out all the vials she needs to pump full of my red stuff.  I’m waiting and waiting and waiting, and she keeps pulling and pulling and pulling.  So finally I say, “Just how many vials of blood do you need??”  She looks at her sheet of stickers and says, “Hmmmm, 15.”  15??!!!  WTF??  Are they using my blood to come up with the next crazy vaccination?  I was just joking when I said 8 to my husband.

When I had day 3 blood back in September, there were 7 vials.  Now today, 15.  Now tomorrow I go for day 3 blood again.  Will there be another 7 vials?  Is that even safe?  Do I have that much blood for them to take out of me?  Don’t I need that blood to function, stay conscious, SURVIVE?

Anyway…she makes sure I’m ok with her taking so much blood and what am I supposed to say, “No?”  So she starts, and then asks me if I can hold the first vial, because it is glass and she does not want it to fall and break.  Sure, I’ll hold a vial of my hot blood…that will feel so wonderful, make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  Thank God I didn’t pass out.  I did great, my husband took one look at all my vials lined up when he was done with his 4, yes he only had to give 4 vials, and said “Holy Shit.”  Yeah, no shit.  Why is it that the women get the shaft with all this fertility crap? 

I hope everyone had a terrific weekend!  If you’re in the tri-state area, I hope you’re ready for a messy night/ morning!

More tomorrow.