It's about an hour until I start staring at the phone waiting for Dr Calm to call. My mind is vacillating between hopfulness, and planning the next step.
My right ovary appears to be dislodged again. I'm not in excruciating pain yet, but I'm going to get an ultrasound to get the lay of the land. When this happened in September, it got worse and worse, and on the day of the 3 day transfer, I had surgery. This little problem is making me quite wary of ever cycling again.