I’m reporting that there’s nothing to report yet. After 13 pee-sticks with no second line, I broke down and called the nurse this morning. I was under the impression that with the ovulation predictor kits you would always get two lines and the importance was a test line as dark as or darker than the control line. I’m afraid of missing our window of opportunity here. She told me I probably wouldn’t see two lines until the LH surge and not to worry, but I could come in for an ultrasound this morning if I wanted. Feeling more than a little silly, I turned that down, but if I don’t have anything by tomorrow morning, I might go in.
In the meantime, I’m miserably uncomfortable. I have some very good inside-the-computer friends who are all going through IVF right now and I’ve heard them complain about how badly their over-stimulated ovaries hurt as they develop follicles. Given how bad I feel right now with my one developing follicle, I’m stunned that they are able to function. But, that pain is my indication that I haven’t ovulated yet, and we’re still on track. I won’t “technically” be late until Wednesday, so I’m really just working myself up over nothing…probably.
The super sense of smell continues. S thinks it’s incredibly funny. Yesterday evening, we stopped to get a Sunday paper. When he got back in the car with it, I complained that the paper smelled bad. He stared at me like I’d grown a second evil head. He’s trying to assign me the task of locating whatever is in the freezer or refrigerator that smells bad because he figures I’m like a human bloodhound. Nice, huh?