After a very sleepless night, I went running into the RE's office this morning with my positive surge on the ovulation predictor. They were very nice to me, even when I had to told them that I had accidently - (well not really) taken the Gonal F a couple days early (hmm hmm, not all doctors think alike, but anyway). When I got home after work this morning, I turned off all my phones and slept a solid 4 hours. The animal in the wall must have either escaped or decided there were better places to be than listen to me snore.
When I awoke I found that the poor nurse had tried to reach me 4 times. It seems that I am not about to ovulate after all. At least for today. She left Very Strict Instructions... (Oh what it must be like to have to deal with disobedient patients - I can't be the only one, right?) She told me to come back Monday for another ultrasound - so there must be some hope. Yah.. The doctor did look very astonished when I pointed out my FSH of 20, and he said, "you got the positive because you are so old and your hormones are all over the place!" And there was me believing I looked young for 40!
So sorry about my horrible depressed post this morning. Perhaps in future I should allow my self the therapy of writing the post, but keep it to myself.