What a crazy day.
I went to the hospital this morning and had my ultrasound. I have a 17, 14, and 11 on my right ovary, along with a bunch of smaller ones. The left has a 13 and a bunch of smaller. I'm a bit wary of how many mature eggs we're going to end up having.
Then I went upstairs to get my blood drawn. They didn't have my orders. I told them I needed LH, estradiol, and progesterone, but they refused to draw it without the doctor's orders. It was 9:30 am and my doctor's office's phones were already off because they're only open from 8-10...in a different time zone.
Oddly enough, there was another patient there who also sees my RE, but in a satellite office, and her blood orders were missing too. I blame the hospital, not the doctor's office. This hospital has been known to be incompetent.
Anyway, the other girl was on the phone with the satellite office -- and they were still open! So I spoke to that nurse who called the top secret "back line" at my office and got the orders faxed.
The nurses woke me up from a nap later with the news. Obviously, we're not ready for retrieval yet. It's getting pushed to Wednesday, possibly Thursday. Which means I need way more drugs, which means I don't have enough. And tomorrow is Sunday so there's no way I can get them in time.
So I'll be taking an unexpected day off on Monday to drive 6 hours and go to the RE for my ultrasound/bloodwork instead of doing it in town. They'll give me enough Lupron for the rest of the cycle.
All of this took about three hours of phone calls/waiting to get figured out.
I know my ovaries are still small but I'm starting to feel a little bloated, and after 9 days of stimming I'm disappointed that I still have several more days ahead of me.
IVF is officially not fun and easy anymore.