Poser and Pity - updated

I got a reprieve from the dildocam yesterday. (This was especially nice since my boss was there giving blood for another beta and I didn't want to run into her.) Apparently they agreed with me that The Overachieving Follie (aka Mr. 17) was being a poser, and probably wasn't really that big.

They must have been right because here are my numbers from this morning:

Right - 1 under 10
Right - 16.8
Right - 16.4
Right - 15.8
Right - 15.4

Left - 1 under 10
Left - 13.1
Left - 12.6
Left - 10.2

Endo - 9.7

I doubt that any of the players from the left ovary are going to make it to the big game, but who knows. I swear that I truly will be happy with whatever we get, as long as we end up with 1 or 2 (or 3) to transfer on day 3.

Now I really am due for daily monitoring, but we all think it will only be for a few days. If I were a betting person, I think I'll trigger on Thursday or, more likely, Friday night. However, with my wonky ovaries, you never know what each morning's ultrasound might reveal. The Poser could skyrocket to 22 overnight and send us all into a tailspin. (That's sure to happen now that I've bitten the bullet and ordered more meds.)

The worst part about tomorrow's monitoring? My boss is going to be there giving more blood. She's doing a 4th beta because they want to see it above 1,000 before they'll schedule an ultrasound. Her 1st one was 71 (15dpo), her 2nd one was 142 (17dpo), and her 3rd one was 712 (21dpo). I haven't told her that I'm doing another IVF and don't feel like sharing now. I already feel enough like she's pitying me. I HATE THAT. So now I will sit in the parking lot and stalk her car to make sure it's gone before I go in. Sad, but true... Man, I hate being pitied.

I have half a dozen other posts rattling around in my brain, I need to make the time to type them out. As Sunny said in this post, I too blog all day long in my head. You all should be lucky that I have limited time to spend blogging or I'd probably post 4 times a day. :-)

Update:
No sooner did I hit "publish" and my nurse called me. Estrogen looks fine and -- get this -- they don't want to see me back until Thursday. Wahoo! I get the sneaking suspicion that I'm not being monitored as often because I'm now self-pay. I seriously think that when my insurance was footing the bill, they wanted me in there ALL THE TIME so that they could squeeze $ out of my insurance. Now that they've already got my $10K, there's no need to waste their time and money doing the useless monitoring. Interesting.....