So the RE saw me today and went on a tangent about possibly skipping retrieval and doing an IUI instead. Apparently I don't make many follicles. Sucks to hear but he said come see him tomorrow and we can decide then. I was crushed. I mean crap, I've been stabbing my belly fat for 10 days straight with 2-4 jabs each time. Scrapping it to go to IUI sort of pissed me off. So while driving to work, I called my sister at 6AM her time and sobbed into her ear.
We decided that unless the RE said there was a snowball's chance, that we'd skip. If he said anything else then we were a go. I shared the same theory with the husband who agreed with our master plan. The closer I get to 41, the more I become "old" for baby making purposes. Makes me laugh that I'm described as old but according to reproductive science I am old. *sigh*
The nurse proceeding to tear up my vein again. I want them to go back to sticking an orange again because I'm tired of looking like an addict.