Dude, Don't Say That

Since I suck so much at the basic human act of reproduction, I am now on the next step of making a mini me. It started yesterday with an initial ultrasound to check the egg makers and baby cooker to make sure it is at rest and ready to be stimulated and checked in a couple of weeks. I'm still a pissy about having to take it this far when I show up.

The ultrasound tech was a middle aged to older woman. She seemed nice enough and we got down to business. Read business as she sticks a medical dildo up my who who that sends back tv static pictures to the machine. She was trying to make small talk as does any service person to make the time pass. Then she did it. The second worse thing she could have done. She started talking about her grandkids and the youngest being 6 weeks old. I knew she meant well but when you are working with a woman who is having a bitch of a time conceiving, the last thing she wants to hear is about people who have them. It's not like it was a general ultrasound imaging department in a hospital that she's working at. It's a frickin fertility clinic and all the clients have already been through so much heartache and failure already in order to show up there.

I wished I could have watched along like I do in the crotch doc's office while they do the exam. I wouldn't have been surprised when the tech said that there's a pretty sizable cyst left in there. That wasn't good news. The fertility nurse told me to hold off on taking the clomid till she got back to me after getting the doctor's recommendations. That only took a few hours for her to call me back. I have to take this month off and go on the birth control pill to prevent eggs from a maturing and possibly causing new cysts. That pissed me off and threw me into another tail spin.

I did start looking on the bright side. I can have some caffeine. I can get my hair colored. I can drink without worry. I did look at the calendar and the next go will be smack dab in the holidays. Fuck me......that'll be fun...