Chasing Follies

It seems I am chasing follies (follicles).  The doctor's office called again right after I wrote the last post.  This nurse told me they only see 10 follies.  I don't understand how one nurse can see 15 and the next see 10.  Both said our donor was moving along nicely and right on schedule.  This nurse added that our donors estrogen levels were a bit higher than normal but that did not necessarily mean that she was moving faster, it just meant that we have a long way to go before we really know how many follies she will have.  And of course on retrieval date, we will really know how many they got and how many are actually fully formed and ready eggs. 

Last night I had a dream that I picked the wrong donor.  My head was swimming with "you should have gone with the one with the blue eyes".  I woke up in a panic.  Did I pick the wrong one?  I had to tell myself over and over, "I picked the one that most resembles me.  I do not have blue eyes, I have hazel eyes.  I picked the right one.  She is the RIGHT one!"

Kirk got the call last night while we were having dinner that he was to head back up to Dallas today at 1:00pm to prepare for offshore.  He should be back up and working in the Gulf by tomorrow afternoon (10 hour drive to LA from Dallas and then a 10 hour boat ride out to the rig).  I am very thankful I had two whole days with him.  I miss him so much when he is gone.  I had high hopes that he would be home for the "big day".  That storm cost us a week so now I have no chance he will be home in time. 

This weekend I was thinking about going surfing.  It has been a while, since my board is in California - in storage.  I am getting the craving for it and it would be a great time to go - it will help me relax and get some much needed exercise.  There really isn't any feeling like it - standing on my 10 foot board being carried to shore by mother nature.  Ahhhh...Just the thought of it relaxes and excites me.  Yes, I will go - Saturday.

Don't think I am any good at surfing.  I am probably the worst surfer out there.  Just like snowboarding - I love it like no other, but I really do suck at it!  I don't care how many times I fall, I get right back up with a smile on my face and my heart skipping a few beats!  I walk away from both sports battered and bruised - all trophies of an incredibly journey/experience!