Hello all. Interested to hear about Gone Girl. I read the book and enjoyed the first half, but got annoyed later on when they turned her into a psycho, and the stuff with her ex seemed completely unrealistic. I made my OH read the book and now he keeps giving me sideways glances in bed and asking if I'm going to turn into that woman! We have free tix to the cinema courtesy of his work so I think we'll still brave it on screen. (unless anyone has any better suggestions?) Cinema will be the only night out likely once I get to the bulbous EC stage.
Bushy I totally understand your control freakishness with shopping lists. I am the same. In fact, OH did the shopping for me at the weekend. I'd written a list which was in 'my-speak' (ie 'phili' = the spreadable, light version of philadelphia) so wanted to go through it with him before he left. But he was in a complete grump and gruffly said 'i'm not a retard' which annoyed me as I like to believe he's a bit nicer than that i blame his language on the Australian upbringing. (He was probably just hungry as he becomes a complete arse at such times and is best avoided). So I let him go, and spent the next hour expecting him to do it all wrong (if only he had let me explain!). Sure enough, when he returned he had bought bathroom cleaner (even though we have 4 unopened) and the wrong All Bran. OK, I now realise I sound like a complete idiot for going on about this, but I'd specifically said I needed the proper all bran (fibre, fibre, fibre!) after being told at first round's dildocams that my bowel was in the way I am now OCD on getting fibre. But he had bought some fancy new wheat flakes thing instead - hopeless. So I made a big song and dance and drove back to the supermarket with the 2 offending items and returned them, buying the All Bran myself.
ha ha - maybe the drumming has mental emotional side effects after all!!
This morning I had my stitches removed - and yes, thanks tiger et al, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had anticipated. Downside is that the woman on reception was the same nurse who struggles to take my blood though, so I'm now getting anxious that she must always be the one at this new funky office and will be doing mine on Wednesday. boo hiss.
Then I had my post-op appt with AliG. She had the results back from my endometrial scratch/biopsy, and said it confirmed the minor endometriosis (which she had dealt with while under), and then went on to talk about the results of my natural killer cells. [evil scary face]
Seems out of the 3 types of NK cells, 2 of mine are higher than they want, so she thinks it's possible my immune system is preventing successful implantation. She said the biopsy and treatment of endo themselves will have helped (as the body sends in heaps of repair cells which can compensate for the excess of NK cells), but she would also like me to take an anticoagulant which has been seen to help improve immune response too. Happy to try anything of course, but guess what... this is another injection! It's to be taken from Egg Transfer until preg test - and if pregnant I will need to continue for at least 7 weeks. Forgot to ask if this one needs to be kept refrigerated, but she has warned me it's going to cost $10 per day. 
Anyway, onwards and upwards. Be good to feel we have thrown everything at this one. (nolly maybe you could ask your PIL to help out with my medical bills instead
ha ha). I think I mentioned already that we're going to have 'assisted hatching' (love that phrase, makes me completely feel like a chicken) if we get a good blasto this time. Just in case. Hopefully all these things will help...
Been drumming for 4 days now. Think I'm improving
- no bruise this morning.