After what felt like a painfully long 30 days, my period came on Friday morning, right on time. I tried to high five myself in the bathroom, called the clinic on my way to work, and by lunchtime I'd been instructed to show up for my baseline bloodwork and ultrasound the following day. At the clinic, I ran into an old friend of my husband's and mine, who was waiting for his wife who is in the middle of her first round. After getting over the initial schock - what I've known to be quite inevitable - we got caught up a bit and I think he and his wife were releived to know that they aren't alone and we parted promising to get together in the upcoming weeks.
The rest of my time there was textbook and, on my drive home, I even got to watch an absolutely breathtaking sunrise over the autumn New England leaves. Then the waiting and checking my phone every twenty* minutes for notification and instructions from my RE (a very big part of me was concerned that my OHSS was still a problem, because well, my luck). Husband and I went to the gym to keep me distracted - hey did I tell you all I'm doing the couch to 5k program? - but still no email by the time we got out. The longer the email took, the more I was convinced that I'd be getting one of those "concerned nurse/RE" calls and I tried to busy myself but man, the anxiety was not cool.
Alas, finally, finally, at the eleventh hour, the email to start Gonal F came! Woohoo. Never been so psyched to get a shot in my life. So last night it began and it was like riding a bicycle; husband had fallen asleep on the couch and I didn't even need to wake him; just set up the pen and went. Tuesday will be my first monitoring appointment, so here we go!
*Who am I kidding? It was definitely more like every five to ten minutes.