I don’t know if it was the hormones, the stress or perhaps a full moon, but this week has been full of grumpiness. Many tears, many tanties (mine not the children although they had their fair share) and generally much crankiness.

After ringing the nurse on Tuesday I was expecting a call on Wednesday which never came. I thought, despite my grouchy mood, that I would give them until Thursday afternoon before calling back. So 3.20pm Thursday I rang back. Got a lovely answering machine telling me they’re open until 3.30 but leave a message. The nurse rang me first thing Friday morning, yes she had spoken to the specialist but he had told her he was going to call me. So I then needed to call his rooms and leave another message for him to get back to me. Which he did at 6pm.

I’m not 100% sure about his dosage advice, even though it would appear I ovulated before my dose was upped to 150 he wants to start this cycle on 150. So as of tomorrow we begin again, 150iu daily until Friday when I go in for a scan.

In other news, we are currently tangled in house selling/house buying stress. So it’s been a fun week all round in this house. Next week can only bring better things, right?