A lovely day for a day five scan. It's sunny and breezy after days of on-again off-again rain and grey skies which yesterday put rather a dampener on Pob's playdate with some other 10 month old babies in the park. I left Pob having breakfast with H and zipped off to the clinic, which is less than 10 minutes away in the early Sunday morning non-traffic.
I only had to wait five minutes or so before a doctor I'd never met before came up to introduce herself and usher me into one of the scan rooms. She was about the most efficient scanner I've come across, and so nice that I had to forgive her for being one of those docs who can't let you look at the screen at the same time. And the good news was that I've got six likely looking follicles on the right, and four slightly smaller on the left. They're all still quite small - around 10mm or so - but worth counting nonetheless. Since the largest one is still only 12mm, I have to go back tomorrow for more scans and bloods to see if I'm ready to start the antagonist.
What a difference lack of suppression makes. Every other time I've had a day 5 scan, they've got all worried and upped my meds. This time things seem to be progressing nicely. Of course half those follicles (or more) could stop growing, or some of them could be egg-less, and of course at least half the eggs are going to be crappy, but this is a decent batch to start off with.
It's Pob's 10 month birthday, and when she wakes up from her nap we are off to the zoo to celebrate and to make the most of the weather. She seems to really love animals so we're hoping she'll enjoy it. And we'll of course get to enjoy her.