baseline u/s and blood draw #1 for FET #1, and a funny story at the end

I had my baseline u/s and blood draw this morning at 8:15 am.  I tried to get an earlier appointment but those slots were already filled.  Since I actually have a boss who doesn't micro manage and does use her brain, it wasn't a big deal that I came into work a bit later than usual.  She has been so supportive and understanding of my appointments (yes, I told my boss that my hubby and I are doing IVF but only because so many of my appointments are during normal work hours) that it's been a huge relief for me and one less thing that I have to worry about.

My u/s was normal.  The tech checked the thickness of my uterine wall and looked for any follicle growth; she reported her findings to the nurse in the room.  My ovaries were quiet and my uterus was measuring 3.5 (I'm not sure what the unit of measure is, mm maybe?).  As a reference for my lovely readers, my uterus reached a maximum thickness of 11 (mm?) for my fresh IVF cycle in July, so 3.5 is a good baseline for a frozen cycle.

After my u/s, I was sent to have my blood drawn.  Yay (not).  As you may recall, I've had a lot of trouble with the tech who draws my blood, or rather, stabs me to draw my blood.  Well, at our last consultation with our RE, I mentioned how much it hurts and how much my arm bleeds when the tech does my blood draw.  Our RE said he didn't have a good answer for that but would bring it up at their next staff meeting.  He must have gotten the point across because I barely felt a thing when the tech pricked my arm with the needle today.  I couldn't believe it!  Here I was bracing myself and preparing for the worst, and then nothing but a big sigh of relief!  I even told the tech she did a great job and that I barely felt a thing.  And there was no blood gushing from my arm afterwards either.  :D

The rest of my day was rather boring.  Work, work, went out for lunch with my coworkers to a rather fancy restaurant, then work some more.  But after work, I went home and found DH in the back yard digging up the tree stump from the tree he had just cut down (it was dying and dwarfed by another giant tree next to it).  I went outside to see him and debated about volunteering to help...eventually I caved and said I could shovel the dirt while he swung the ax.

I should have known this would end in disaster.  We found buried garbage under and around the tree stump - lots of rusty, crumbling tin cans, empty tubes of Vaseline, glass bottles, tin foil, and lots of other unidentifiable objects.  I'm guessing they had been buried there since our house was built in 1995, so most of it was pretty well decomposed.

I joked to DH that I was going to find a buried treasure under all that trash.  Then I saw it.  It looked like the opening to a glass bottle so I tried to gently dig around it so as to not break it.  I bent down to grab bottle after I had removed enough soil to loosen it...and that's when it happened.  Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppp!!  That's right.  I split my pants!  Not just a little, but a good 12 inches, at least!  And these were my "good / favorite" jeans!  They weren't even too tight for me; actually, they were a bit too big as I always had to wear a belt with them.  I think the fabric was just wearing out and getting thin, and I didn't realize it.  I'd had them about two years.


DH was just returning from grabbing a tool in the house to aid in our tree removal when my jeans ripped.  He saw me laughing hysterically and grabbing my own butt (I was trying to assess the damage and cover up the goods - my tushie and my pink underwear).  And the first thing he said to me was "What did you do, split your pants?"  Still laughing, I said "Yep, that's exactly what I did!"

I turned around to show him the damage, and to add to the hilarity of the situation, I stuck my butt out to him as I turned.  He commented about how the male neighbors were getting a good show!  Ha ha!  I told him it was a sign that I was supposed to stop helping and go inside.  We were done removing the tree stump by then anyway.  The only things left were disposing of the trash we dug up, hauling away the stump, and filling in the hole where the stump had been.  But at least I found my buried treasure!  An old glass bottle fully in tact.  It was the only piece of trash we found that wasn't falling apart from severe rust.

So that was my Friday.  Not too bad if I do say so myself.  It could have been much worse if I hadn't been able to keep my sense of humor and laugh at my butt hanging out of my jeans for all to see!  And now I have an excuse to go shopping this weekend.