I saw the RE today, and she said I had one good, mature follicle (actually, she said “one, maybe one and a half”—I am concerned about her math skills) and it was time to trigger and schedule the IUI!  The Ovidrel injection didn’t hurt, even though I was totally expecting it to because it was in the lower stomach area. 

I must have looked too happy, because my RE, ray of sunshine that she is, said, “I don’t want you to get your hopes too high.  It’s still only a 20 percent chance per cycle.”  Ouch.  20 percent as in the same chance a normal couple has in a month with plain ol’ sex.  You would think that with all the monitoring and blood tests and sperm washing we might get a 5 percent bump, but NO.

Anyway, IUI #1 is scheduled for tomorrow morning.  We’re following it up with brunch with friends because, well, we’re New Yorkers, and New Yorkers follow everything with brunch.  (That, and I have had my eye on a smoked salmon and broccoli rabe omelet all week.  Yum!)

Wish me luck (again…this is quickly becoming my catchphrase)!