Okay. . .so an update. . .
I got the phone call on Thursday afternoon that the doctor has decided that my 1.48 follicle and 3 lines uteral lining is ready. . .so to help it along I went to the pharmacy (which looked more like a business office with a receptionist and all) to pick up my hCG shot. My dear sweet "preggers buddy" injected me on Friday night at 8!
Saturday was a day of babysitting my God-twins (also the product of donor insemination) and cleaning house. . .am I nesting already??
I have been successful at charting my BBT, checking my cervical mucous and peeing on numerous OPK sticks. But still, no surge. Which was expected since my cycle runs 33 days and according to EVERY ovulation calculator I've typed my numbers into I'm not to ovulate until June 10th. Which was okay. . .or so I thought.
Okay, finally, I am at DAY ONE of the cycle for insemination. The anticipation, anxiety and calculating almost took me out of the running. . .I was just too overwhelmed for a moment. So now, I am at Day One and the doctor says at Day Ten to start looking for that Lh surge! More counting!
I went April 1st for my appointment with "the doctor that gets all the lesbians pregnant." And quite frankly, I was disappointed. . . I was actually ready to get up on the table and let him do some poking around to make sure the factory didn't need any extra help. . .like Clomid (which I've heard so much about.) But, no chance. . .he just sat down next to me and started asking question after question. . .about my LMP and if I'm regular and how many days my cycle is. . .then he gave me this sheet of instructions (which I had already received previously) and told me to follow those. .
Okay, so I gave my world, my heart, my almost everything to Her for over a year. . .one day she walks in and tells me she has just exchanged vows and rings with some other girl, who she has been "close to" for two weeks. There was absolutely a crack in my universe. . .I won't go into all the details of our absolutely unique situation. . .but I can say that I was (and partly still am) completely broken. . .and to top it off. . she took the puppy we just got while I was out of town. . .