Date with the dreaded dildocam

Let me just admit upfront that I am frustrated that I need to write this post as efficiently as possible since I have work that needs to get done before Mr. LIW and I fly to Colorado tomorrow for a brief visit with his family. I *hate* when life gets in the way of my blogs!

I want to thank everyone for all of their wonderful comments. All of you are helping me to have faith that Clo.mid may actually work for us. And, if it doesn't, that I will be able to pick myself up from the disappointment and find the strength to take the next step. (Special thanks to Serenity for her above-and-beyond-the-call-of-duty counseling last night!)

Ok, so on to my date with the dildocam this morning.

No need to go into the gory details as all of you have intimate knowledge of the procedure.

But I would like to interject here as to how funny it was to see the tech need to turn the con.dom over to make sure it was in the right direction before wrapping that promisc.uous little wand. How many times have we struggled to make sure those guys were in the right position when we didn't know that it was a waste of latex, at least in terms of pregnancy concerns?

I will say that the Ultrasound tech (is that her appropriate title?) was incredibly friendly and had me laughing through much of the procedure. She spent a considerable amount of time talking to me about what we were looking for (a cyst on my ovary) and what we were looking at (on the screen.) I am happy to report that no cyst was detected, which means that the cyst that was detected on CD 12 in February was probably from early ovulation.

This is all good news, my friends, and certainly fits with a luteal phase defect diagnosis.

Mr. LIW and I see Dr. Gentle on June 1st. If my CD3 blood tests indicate a normal level of FSH, then we move on to Clo.mid in my next cycle.

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On an entirely separate note, I had a blast with Mary Ellen and Serenity last night. Like Mary Ellen, those two glasses of Riesling hit me a little harder than I had planned, though I should have known that a mixed green salad was going to do little in the way of absorption. It was incredible to kick back and laugh with women who have endured great IF challenges and still have senses of humor. AND are willing to invite a newbie into their exclusive club.

So, a BBISP (Big Boston Infertile Sleepover Party) is being planned for one night in June. Date, location, and time are still to be determined, but please email any one of the three of us if you are interested. I can guarantee that there will be plenty of food, drinks, and great conversation. Cheers!