The results of my saline HSG:
Sure, an offhanded compliment, but I'll take'em where I can get'em.
My donor is 31 and a veteran to the process. I really hope by the time we get to the stims that they won't just try to get the minimum, which is four eggs per recipient. I'm greedy. I want 10, dammit!
I was also able to give my doctor and the nurse an up-close view of my hives, which had been dormant for the past couple of days. They were in full bloom today, especially in their favorite location: the backs of my thighs. Both women were visibly impressed when they lifted the sheet covering my legs.
Side note. I am so used to de-pantsing that I usually forget to take the sheet into the changing room and make a quick, sloppy mess of trying to arrange it modestly when I hit the stirrups. Has that ever happened to you?
Even better, I had one big hive on my lower lip (face, people). Yep, I get the bee-stung look without any needles. It's just too bad I can't get the hives to evenly attack my upper lip as well so I can try on the Angelina look. Instead I look like this kid:
In unrelated news, I'm going extreme with my hair. Most of you have seen it at one time or another and you will note that it is blondish. I'm going dark with a panel of red. Not auburn. RED. It's time to find that rock-n-roll girl that's been packed away since...lord I don't know when.