Holy Week ovulation ultrasound series

Happy Holy Week, everyone!

As the title says, my Holy Week this year includes an ultrasound series to see if I'm ovulating properly. When I started my new cycle at the beginning of April and saw that day 11 (the day my dr. wanted the first ultrasound) fell on Monday of Holy Week, I tried to think of some deep symbolic meaning for the timing and came up with...nothing. Not that there isn't meaning - my brain is just not grasping it. It's too busy juggling the demands of work + the physical and emotional demands of IF testing.

As mentioned in our little happies post, we were so blessed to have Rebecca and The Man stay with us this past weekend! We also enjoyed a little blogger meet-up downtown with Lora, Alison, January and their husbands/children. The whole weekend was so fun and we were blessed with the first amazing weather of the year - perfect for strolling around downtown and seeing trees like this:

Quintessential Washington - I LOVE cherry blossom time

The weekend was also a huge blessing because it got my mind off the ovulation series. I was very anxious about it because: 1) I'm just tired of IF tests, which are painful, awkward, and uncomfortable; 2) My work week had suddenly ballooned with meetings, and since you have to get wanded when the time is right, I was nervous I'd have to miss an important meeting or two.

Well, Monday's test wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. (I had read through TCIE's handy guide to ultrasounds to make sure everything was legit!) Uncomfortable and awkward, yes, but not nearly as painful as other tests I've endured. (I just had to think the word "speculum" to feel instantly relaxed!) Dr. S was very kind and gentle and even more pleasantly chatty than she's been before. She found both ovaries (whew) and many follicles, but none over 1 cm so she said I don't need to come back until Thursday, which is huge because that means I won't miss my meetings after all. I know deep down that it would have been okay, but I did cry tears of gratitude driving home and thinking, "an answered prayer! Thank you, God" (the cynical side of me wanted to add, "for once" - working on that faith and trust thing).

Plus, Mr. M has been fantastic - when I started crying Monday morning over a dumb situation, he could tell that I was just maxed out (which I was) and he stepped in - he did the laundry and the grocery shopping Monday, and has just been so helpful and supportive. He's a keeper =)

Monday evening I treated myself with a big glass of wine, cheese, and reading a book on our back deck. Ahhh...the pit of anxiety completely let go of my insides. I'll go back Holy Thursday and probably Good Friday for the next ultrasounds. Good Friday definitely seems appropriate!

+EcceFiat+