I was reading a post from IF blogger Baby Smiling about blog deal breakers, and more than one reader commented that nothing makes them leave a blog quicker than profanity.
“Swearing. Not a fan. I think it reduces the written word to dirt” said Miss Conception on July 2. I beg to differ, Miss. I love swearing. Rather than “reduc[ing] the written word to dirt” I see it as an embellishment. An adornment even.
Fuck buggershit perfectly conveys how I felt this morning during my scan when the nurse told me that it looked as though my ovulation had been missed, meaning that depending on my test results this afternoon, I may not get to go ahead with my FET this cycle after all.
Despite telling the nurses at my clinic repeatedly that I was hardly even getting a control line on my take-home urine test kits (they are meant to indicate when a surge of Lutenising Hormone is present, which means ovulation should occur in the next 24 hours) I have only been having blood tests every 3 or so days.
My last test was on Thursday and while my levels were relatively low, a lot can happen in three days in the world of hormones.
Cunty twunty fuckstick was the obvious thought when she said my endometrial lining was only 5.4mm. That’s 3mm thinner than the scan I had over a week ago. The endo is supposed to get thicker!
I don’t think I am being monitored enough. I am almost on the verge of leaving this clinic TBH. The fact that my specialist takes phone calls on his mobile during appointments, gets up and leaves without saying goodbye (leaving his assistant to ussher us out), he didn’t tell me I had the homozygous MTHFR gene mutation and now this possible missed ovulation means I am ANNOYED.
But let’s just wait until they call back with the results this afternoon before making any hasty and rash decisions, mmkay!
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