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I Am Sick

I am sick.

And I am also not pregnant. I did cave and POAS. Today is 9dp5dt. Otherwise known as 14 days post retrieval. Though I suppose some of you will argue that it’s too early to tell, a lot of clinics do their betas at 14 dp retrieval. The fact that my clinic waits 18 days doesn’t change the fact that today is probably accurate.

I will dutifully keep taking my PIO until Friday, because I’m a “good” patient (though not good enough to follow my doctor’s directions not to POAS), but then I’ll just be waiting out the 2 weeks until I can see SuperDoc for a follow up consult to decide the following:

  1. WTF???
  2. What next?
  3. Is there anything I should change about my protocol?
  4. Is there any reason I should not start a cycle in August (the alternative is to wait until November, which is not my preference).
  5. What are we going to do to avoid another Dr. Hate situation in the future?
  6. No, seriously, WTF???

I can’t say I’m surprised, or shocked.

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6dp6dt aka 12po

So I’m just saying, if I POAS’d, oh, I don’t know, say, today, what are the odds of it showing anything? Nada, right?


I mean, hypothetically speaking.

You know. IF I were to do so…

I’m just sayin’…

Not that I would EVER consider explicitly disregarding my doctor’s instructions not to POAS. Not me. No. Never. Nosirree. Uh uh.


Oh, and by the way, I absolutely saw the humor in both SuperNurse’s remark about the six embryos and even in SuperDoc’s remark about transferring eight. It doesn’t come across very well in writing, of course. But I had a big smirk on my face while writing about her smarty-pants remark to me. 😉

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Finally heard back from SuperNurse. She didn’t realize I hadn’t gotten a call over the weekend (and apparently hadn’t gotten to my email from yesterday). So all is forgiven and she has been re-established in my book of people who are allowed to have snickerdoodles next week. Maybe. You’ll see why she may have fallen back out of status later.

Anywhozit, there was nothing to freeze. Everything tanked. Shocker. I know this is not an indication of whether George is resilient enough to have parked his little butt in place for the long haul, but it does give one pause, no?


Right. Well, I think that was enough of a pause. Anyway, it doesn’t mean a darned thing. My clinic has some pretty strict standards for freezing, and I’m cool with that. A lot of clinics would have frozen right then and there when they transferred George.

My nurse wasn’t worried that there was nothing to freeze, “because the six they transferred were real beauties, so I’m sure you’re going to have a positive beta next week.”


Yeah, you read that right. SO not funny. She may *think* she’s funny, but she’s not.

I told her I was just proud of myself for not having peed on any sticks yet. “NO! DON’T PEE ON ANY STICKS!” she shouted through the phone!
“Oh for crying out loud, SuperNurse! I just told you I haven’t! And I don’t understand why you people get all ridiculous about not letting us pee on sticks – it’s not going to change the result. Either I’m going to be pregnant on the 18th when I come in for my beta or I’m not – it’s not like peeing on a stick will change that.”
“Yeah, but then you get a stick that tells you you’re pregnant, and then we have to tell you you’re not, and then…”
“Well that doesn’t change anything for me! I don’t get all weird about it! Hello? I’M totally rational, you know me!”
“Well then by all means! Pee on all the sticks you want! Go buy a box of popsicle sticks if you want! Whatever makes you happy!”

If it weren’t for that remark about the six transferred – she’d TOTALLY be on my cookie list right now.

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