This morning, I went in and had a Day 10 follicle check. Two eggs on the left ovary are almost ready to go, at just under 18 and 14 mm respectively. Because they weren't quite the right size, we decided to delay the IUI until Sunday.
This also means that I am giving myself my first HCG trigger shot tomorrow morning. I am a little intimidated by this, although I know many of you are veterans. It's just that I am a little queasy when it comes to needles, blood, and pain. Especially when those last two are mine.
So. Poke myself with a small needle tomorrow. IUI Sunday. Wow. Here we go again. This time, however, I am armed with something that even the Mean Old Fertility Gods can't mess with: My red socks.
My friend Amy gave birth last November to twins. I can't hate her, though, because she went through two frustrating years of trying and tests before she was finally able to identify the problem (male factor) and get the IVF they needed to conceive. She always wore a pair of red running socks to her appointments. I visited her this last week and she handed over the lucky socks to me. Now, I will wear them to every appointment. Here's hoping that Amy's Red Socks give me the luck that I need.