Today's wanding showed that the left follicle is now at 15mm, so I'm back in tomorrow morning for more bloodletting. Dr. Pipsqueak estimates that I'll ovulate within the next couple of days. Of course, now that I've been poked with my left ovary is twinging, so hopefully she helped it along (yah, right!).
Replacement looks like it will be anytime from Friday on. Then the waiting begins.
I start the dreaded tech week tonight (Nickie-the show is "1776", btw). Sunday's orchestra run-thru (known as the sitzprobe) was a fiasco-it took the MD an hour and a half to get through the first five numbers of the show. Let's not get into that there's only an 8 piece orchestra. In the middle of all this I had to report to the costumer to try on my stuff (of which there is A LOT-ladies wore a lot of heavy stuff during the Revolutionary War era), and, of course, there were some alterations needed. By the time I got back downstairs, the orchestra was packing up to leave-WTF!?!?! When I questioned the MD, he said "well, they have to catch a train", and I freaked out-I mean, FREAKED OUT like a diva. I told him (in front of the director) that this was ridiculous, that I was called for a music rehearsal last week and wasn't used, and now couldn't even rehearse my number with the orchestra to even hear what the dance break sounds like (since I've never heard it played). The poor director was trying to smooth over the situation, offering to drive the orchestra people to the train station so we could rehearse, but I said "forget it" and walked out, got in my car, and left. I honestly don't even think that they got through the whole show, since I left an hour-and-a-half into the two hour rehearsal and they only got through five numbers. Just a waste of time. So, tonight I'll bring the laptop, sit and do my thing. I've kind of resigned myself that I can't do anything more than I'm already doing. I mean, I'm only in two scenes in the show, I'm not expecting the star treatment, but I do expect that if you call me to a rehearsal, make sure that you actually use me, since I'm driving 40 minutes to get there, and I'm not being paid to do it. Sheesh.
Whoops, sorry for that rant. Suffice it to say that I might not be posting a whole lot this week, unless I get a signal in the theater. You might actually get a play-by-play during this whole thing, who knows.
This jist of this post is that, well, we're on our way to FET#3-the question that we're all wondering here is if the third time is a charm.
Guess we'll have to find out the hard way.