Giggles? More like uncontrollable laughter. Today's U/S was a comedy of errors.
Mr. Jem came to today's appointment. After having my blood drawn, we were sitting in the waiting room. The door opens and a woman I've never seen before calls, "Jem?"
Mr. Jem and I stand up and follow her into the u/s room. She leaves and I get undressed from the waist down, as instructed. I'm in position when she comes back into the room and I'm explaining to Mr. Jem that my follicles should be pretty big.
She looks puzzled and says, "The follicles should be small. Let's have a look." She inserts the dildo-cam.
I look even more puzzled. "Uh, no. This is day 8 of stims for us."
Her reply, "Your chart says this is is your baseline."
Me: "Nope. Not at all."
Her: "Hmm. Something's wrong. You're 'Jen' right?"
Me: "Nope. Jem" (Jem is not my real name and she had said a name that is one letter off from my mine)
Her: "Oh, that explains it. Your names sound similar. I did call Jen. Let me go get your chart."
Mr. Jem then offered to go get our chart, but she said no, she had to go. She then turned to Mr. Jem. "Can you hold this?" referring to the dildo-cam. The instrument still inserted into my va-JJ.
So there I was on the table, with Mr. Jem standing between my legs, holding on to the non-business end of the vaginal sonogram.
Then he starts with the jokes.
"Speak into the microphone." and "Who's your daddy?"
I start laughing uncontrollably. The ultrasonographer come back in and I'm laughing, howling with tears streaming. The u/s has unlocked itself so it looks like Mr. Jem is scanning me and the images is jumping up and down as I'm laughing so hard.
The tech takes the u/s wand back just as another nurse pokes her head in the room to double check the chart mix up. "It sounds like you are having way too much fun in here," she comments.
The rest of the visit was uneventful. My 20 follies are growing perfectly. Getting nice and big, all above 10 mm, and most of them around 12-14 mm. Next u/s scheduled for tomorrow. I'll post E2 and Progesterone numbers later...
As you can tell, Mr. Jem and I have processed the suckitude of the news from yesterday. We still don't like it, but we are dealing. And laughing together. That's what I love about him.