If the IVF cycle was the saga of Cecil the Turtle, this IUI cycle, at least by contrast, requires the introduction of a wholly opposite character.
I confess that my first candidate was Speedy Gonzales, with his cheerful "Andale! Andale! Eeehah!" and his bongo-accompanied footwork, but, however innocently I enjoyed him in my youth, he is a bit of an offensive stereotype, so much so that the Cartoon Network has permanently deep sixed the poor critter.
And so, here begins the tale of Ricochet Rabbit:
I started stimming last Monday, and by Friday I had a rather pushy dominant follicle measuring some 16mm. That's super fast for my heretofore sluggish ovaries. There were a couple of others in there as well, but the NP who did the wanding this time around -- I'll just call her Mr. Magoo -- may have missed some.
So, they had me start injecting antagons, which hopefully will help slow little Ricochet down a bit so the Droopalongs can catch up.
We'll know more tomorrow.
Ping! Ping! PIIIIIING! Ricochet Rabbit!