both the anticipation of the test and getting the results were probably the worst parts since i have a habit of thinking doomsday thoughts.  i was very happy to hear the results immediately and that made up for any of the discomfort.

now we just have to have the bloodwork done and j’s sa completed. then we can move on to the ‘treatment’ phase of the plan next cycle!

but now we’re ready to move forward now…very exciting!!!

i want to  update what’s been going on for the past two months…hopefully later this afternoon!

we heard arguing beside us and saw a woman grabbing at her purse that just happened to be held hostage by some guy. he was holding it away from her and she kept telling him to give it back. he refused. i think she pushed him or something and i’m not saying that she was right, but i don’t think he even felt it. he was really tall and big and she was teeny. anyway. there was a table of guys sitting beside them (including a dude with the best mullet everrrrrr) and one of those guys stood up and said something like “hey man, i don’t want to have to separate you two”. he was smiling when he said it and wasn’t being a jerk; he was just trying to intervene on the woman’s behalf. very noble.

well, nobility got him punched in the face. the guy just looked at him and bam! punch! bad bad bad idea to punch a dude that has a table full of other dudes with him, because they all immediately jumped up and charged the guy (the guy that was holding the purse from that girl).

a bunch of waiters came running to break it up, security was called, etc etc. everything calmed down and we enjoyed the sunset.

then we saw flashing lights and police cars down the road. then a helicopter kept circling and circling and circling with a spotlight near the oasis. we were all like “nahhhhhh it can’t be that dude! how dumb would he have to be?!?!” thankfully, our waiter was a big gossip whore and kept us updated. and the purse guy must have been either really drunk or really dumb or a combination of both, because he ran from the police.

i never found out if they caught him or not, but he didn’t really have many escape options.

it was quite entertaining. :)

“you have one child? how did you deliver?”

“ummm. i had a miscarriage”

“ohhhh. ohh my god, i’m so sorry. i’m sorry.”

(tearing up) “it’s okay. i’m okay.”

the words hit me like a ton of bricks. i know the nurse wasn’t trying to be mean and it was totally unintentional, but i wish she would have just read my chart more carefully.

then of course my exam room is the one with a 2d diagram of a woman giving birth and pictures of the fetus at varying stages of life. i would have been right at 25 weeks on monday and it was really really hard to see what the baby would have looked like. so i cried. and then i felt better.

i had an appointment yesterday and talked to my doctor about trying clomid. there’s no 3 day us, no follicle check, no trigger shot. just clomid, my body, and a day 21 progesterone test.

am i chickening out? maybe a little.
am i okay with this decision? yes.

i am pretty sure i will still go in for the day 3 us and the hsg next cycle; they are both covered by insurance and i should know that things are okay. but i think that’s where it will end – at least for now – with sg. it’s too much too fast.