Item – I have given myself a shake, and removed myself from Elsewhere until I can get a grip and stop being such a big girl’s blouse. As for the drama, we now draw a veil over it and a line under it.
Item – Meanwhile! Plans for Minx’s birthday have been more-or-less finalised, and tomorrow we’ll be in town doing things that precocious seven-year-olds like doing. Seven years ago, I held all eight pounds of her in my arms, and longing for a child of my own came over me like a barrel wave (and then I proposed to H, and then we got married and then I got a proper job and then I stopped taking the pill, which all took nearly two years, but Minx started it (and by extension, this blog. Like I said, precocious)).
Item – I still haven’t ovulated. Yes! I know! It’s fucking ridiculous! Day 60! 60! And as I type, Satsuma recovering from another fake-out, having made rather a fuss on Thursday and Friday, and for what, eh? What? However, I have a day off next week, and I am going to spend some of that day off at the GP’s, getting a prescription for provera, and then I will have that ovary spanked for a week solid, and once she is beaten into quiescent submission, we can have another try at coordinating the progesterone dips, bleed, oestrogen rises, taking LH and FSH with it, surge, *pop*, and result! sequence correctly. Satsuma has three more days to get it together. Three. More. Days. And then I give up on her.
Item – As for the recurrent episodes of ovarian pain, with occasional bonus spotting or light bleeding just in case we all thought this blog needed MOAR DRAMAS, and which please me not in the slightest, well, we still have the ‘if you insist, in case of emergencies’ appointment with the ACU at HOITC in November [I thought we were done with the ACU? – ed.]. When the letter confirming said appointment arrived in the post, we noticed at once it wasn’t for a scan, as promised by the Pregnant Minion of Miss Consultant, but for a chat with Miss Consultant, the which bait-and-switch is so NHS. Which is possibly all to the good, as she after all is the one person who has seen my insides from the inside, and might have some idea as to my chances of having a functional cyst/endometrioma/piranha on my ovary and what if anything can be done about it. And/or a prescription for more provera in case of need. (If she suggests Clomid again I will run screaming through the wards wrapped in nothing but her consulting-room curtains).
Item – I haven’t lost any weight at all since H and I went on holiday (on the other hand, I haven’t put any on either. Let us not lament or tear our hair unnecessarily). If we are going to see Miss Consultant again, I want to be so very obviously thinner than I was when she last saw me (I’m already about ten pounds lighter – ha!) that she will find herself stunned into absolute silence on the subject of my avoirdupois, and we can get onto discussing things useful and productive.
Item – *has graceless and panicky ‘I’m 35! I don’t have time to be anovulatory!’ fit*
Item – A kind and thoughtful commentator suggested I reconsider IVF, to increase my chances of getting pregnant (we all know staying it is a crap-shoot). Eh. I am given to understand that the chances of IVF succeeding, given my age, weight, PCOS, and RPL, are about 14% to 30% per cycle. Given my ‘getting pregnant while banging my husband’ chances are about the same, and banging my husband costs very little and doesn’t cause OHSS (which I am at massively increased risk for, given mono-ovary of cystic excess), I’m not comfortable with IVF at the moment. If Satsuma keeps up her nonsense, I shall no doubt change my mind sharpish (and if she gets OHSS at that point, serve the silly bitch right).
Item – I had a migraine on Friday afternoon. Oh, no reason for telling you. Just whining. Migraine! Owies! Thank you!