Congratulations! I'm normal.

Our trip to the clinic for my baselines went well today.  Everything looks good and is as it should be.  We were also given the go-ahead to cut back on the Lupron to 10 units and to start taking my estrogen pills and applying my estrogen patches.  Also had to pay the fees for the clinic.  We are now 2k poorer, with another 1k going to the hospital later on.  But it's okay, we'd planned for this.  Thank goodness for good tax returns.

From the calendar they gave us today, our transfer is tentatively scheduled for May 30th.  It can't get here fast enough if you ask me.  If they asked me to do it today, I would respond with a big, fat YES.  I think David would too.

Our clinic has like 6 offices around Houston.  I'm based out of the one nearest to my house for big appointments (consultations, baselines, training) but I go to the one down the street from my office to do all my ultrasounds and bloodwork.  I've always done this.  I called today to schedule my appt. for Monday and the girl who answered the phone acted like I was crazy.

"I'd like to schedule an appt. for Monday morning for an ultrasound and bloodwork please."

"Ok, what office are you based out of?"

"Willowbrook"

"Why are you calling here?"

"Because this office is closer to where I work and it's easier this way."

"I don't understand.  What do you need again?"

Really?  Honestly, I've talked to the clinic director about this.  He said it's okay.  It's getting to be ridiculous.  This is the branch that didn't bother to call us about our negative results last time.  David thinks I'm crazy for going back to that branch, but it takes 45 minutes out of my day as opposed to like 2.  I'm saving time but losing my sanity at the same time.  It's either this or start losing valuable sick time.

Even after all that, I'm still glad that everything came back okay today.  I've got a good feeling about this FET.  Gotta keep the good energy going.