Big city, small city

Wow, so much to catch up on. Don't know if you've noticed a pattern here, but I tend to blog more when DH is working crazy hours. This weekend he was off from work (very unusual, probably won't happen again for a while!) so I didn't do any updates.

Anyway, DH and I made up and had a lovely weekend together at my parents' house in suburbia. Yesterday we had a lazy rainy day-- went out to breakfast with my father, saw "Funny People" (funny, but looong, you can wait for DVD), did a suburban food shop, and headed back to the city for the rest of the day. My sister (who has 4 kids) expressed her jealousy at our ability to see a movie in the middle of day, so I guess there are some advantages to my situation. I have to remember that.

So the update is-- I had one 25mm folli this AM, and got to trigger! Dr. Fast Talker (my primary RE) did my u/s this AM, and was genuinely suprised and pleased that I responded to the Clomid. He was smiling as he said, "This is great, this will be your first ovulation in a very long time!" And he didn't even talk that fast!

I was petrified that the Ovidrel shot would be painful, but thankfully, I barely felt it. I'm such a scaredy cat. So fingers crossed and lots of BMS. I go back on Friday for bloodwork to see if I had a "good" ovulation, based on my progesterone.

Here's the "small city" part of the story. I was on the platform waiting for the subway and noticed this very tall blond girl in a bright yellow skirt standing next to me. We got onto the same subway car and stood next to each other, and then began walking the same direction when we got off the subway. Next thing I know, we are riding the elevator together to the RE's office. Turns out she is a nurse at the practice. Even better, she is the one to administer the Ovidrel (in the bathroom, no less, as there were no rooms available). I think I said to her something like, "Yeah, who knew that I would be lifting up my skirt in a bathroom for a girl I rode the subway with?"