I was going to try really hard to write on another topic tonight, but this is the one that seems to dominate.
On Thursday night, I surged! Even though I was on Follistim. Apparently, they don't expect that. But I had three big, beautiful eggs, so they went ahead with insemination. I won't go into too many details on that. I will say, they make sure you read your name on the "turkey baster" packet before they inseminate you. Good thing. That's one detail that I don't want to have to worry about. That was Friday. That's when they told us we had to do it again the next day. Because the next day was Saturday, and the Boulder office was closed, we had to drive to Littleton, which is almost to Pueblo as far as we were concerned. (Actually, it only took us 70 minutes using E-470, our wonderful new toll road.)
We already knew that if things were happening in my cycle on a weekend, we would have to drive to Littleton, Colorado to take care of it. On weekends, that’s where the only open Conceptions office resides. I wasn’t familiar with Littleon. It was somewhere in south Denver, I knew, but I had a hard time remembering the town’s name. I kept telling Dave: “Thorton…. Ah… No, Littleton.” He was a bit confused. He was clinging to the Thorton idea, because that was north of Denver, and much closer to our house.
On Saturday, I wanted to get there early because I heard there could be crowds and a lot of waiting. Apparently, on the weekend, the Littleton clinic supports 4 reproductive clinics, and they must do 8 hours of appointments in 4 hours. So, I made a 7:45 a.m. appointment for my ultrasound. I got up at 5:00 and we left the house by 6:00, to make sure we got there a little early (we still were new at this, and wanted to leave time for surprises). We were back home by 10:30, exhausted.
Can you imagine, if we really do get pregnant, telling our offspring, “Yeah. You were conceived in Boulder. Oh, wait. Wasn’t it Littleton? Or was that Thorton? Westminster? All I remember is that it was a very long drive home.”
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Posted by ellen at October 6, 2003 09:21 PMI don't think I ever want my mom talking to me about my conception.
Posted by: Steve Crooks at October 7, 2003 08:08 AMWhat are you afraid of, Steve? That it would be too icky, ooky, or blek? Or that it would be so weird that even you could not conceive of your own conception? --8-]
Posted by: Ellen at October 8, 2003 02:59 PMHmm. There are a number of witty responses to this I'm sure but I'll just say I bet the little one never gets carsick given all the miles he/she will have traveled pre-conception!
Posted by: Scott Ferris at October 10, 2003 04:08 PM