It's been a week. I've had my scan. Turns out I'm pretty good at growing eggs. The morning of my scan, I woke up with some phantom pains in my lower back and down my legs. I made a guess this is my sciatic nerve? This is possibly because my ovaries are growing lots of little 'eggy weggies' quite quickly and maybe they're pressing on my nerves and things? My right ovary is tucked away behind my bowel so that made for a slightly uncomfortable moment when the Doc was trying to find it with the scanner. She said, "I hope for your sake it finds it's way back to where it's meant to be". I didn't ask her to expand on that, but all in all, it was a good result. Go ovaries!
It's a busy week to be doing all this baby making stuff. Mills and I are up and down from New Plymouth where we're spending the week storylining a new TV show with a couple of other writers. Luckily they're all amazing people and very understanding of our timing issues, but having to rush from scans and blood tests to catch flights etc probably isn't ideal.
I didn't factor in dinner either. You're suppose to have your injection at the same time every night (and morning) so I probably should have taken that very first injection just before jumping into bed instead of smack on dinner time, which for some reason I thought was a great idea. This means throughout the week I've had to inject myself in lots of public bathrooms, so I've had to carry my giant green drug bag around with me everywhere. It's accompanied me to movie premieres, baby showers, birthday parties, dinner meetings, dates and even an American style diner in New Plymouth. It doesn't quite fit in my handbag, it sort of pops out over the top, so if I was planning on keeping this whole process private it's definitely given me away. There's a lot of IVF alumni and newbies out there and every one of us has most likely toted around a similar 'little green bag'. Agh, now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day. 'Doo doo doo doo doo do doo Little Green Bag... Lookin back on the track for a little green bag....'
Maybe me and my ginormous ovaries will go and watch Pulp Fiction now.