CD12

So it's about 9:30 last night, and I'm driving home down a busy highway. It's the end of a long day of monitoring, work, and then class. I was late for each of these things; I'd been in my car a total of almost 4 hours. I felt as if I'd worn myself out and accomplished zilch, except for possibly regressing in my career. And I needed to take my trigger shot within the next couple of hours.

I have the radio blaring, and the song "Airplanes" (Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now . . .) It was one of those moments when I felt as if I were in a movie. And it felt great--because movies generally have some resolution. It was all very profound. Until . . .

Flash forward to this afternoon. I'm driving home from work, listening to the radio, and an ad for the movie Charlie St. Cloud comes on. And guess what song begins playing at the climactic moment? Um, step off my tune-age, Zac Efron!

Here's the scoop:
Our IUI is tomorrow morning. I have three dominant follicles measuring 16, 17, and 18. Holla!

I've got to say, I'm nervous, nervous, nervous. By this point, we know the drill, but there's something about being in the dark from trigger to squirt that makes me crazy. I worry (irrationally, I know) that I'll do something to mess up the follicles. I feel so fragile, and I'm ready to get to the point where it's beyond my control (or perceived control).

One hot thing about having my IUI on a Saturday: I think that means I get my beta one day early. Of course, that day is Friday the 13th, so the news will either be ironic or apt.

Thanks to everyone for the blog love this cycle. I really, really needed it.

So what do you worry about irrationally? What's the soundtrack to your movie trailer?