I had an ultrasound this morning. The doctor saw what she thought was a collapsing follicle which she felt indicated I am about to ovulate. Just to be sure, though, she prescribed Ovidrel which is a brand of human chorionic gonadotropi (hCG) used to trigger release of an egg. I was also given further intercourse instructions so in case you were wondering what I am doing tonight or Thursday morning . . . . Apparently, the Ovidrel will result in a positive result on an ovulation predictor stick so she suggested I take one tomorrow so that I could see what a true positive looks like.

The Ovidrel is an injectable drug which you administer yourself with a syringe. When the doctor explained she was prescribing the Ovidrel and how to complete the injection, I got very, very nervous and the nervousness lasted up until I jammed the needle into my stomach. Thankfully, it was extremely easy and virtually pain free (so now I know I COULD be a meth head).

J called me last night from his cell phone as he was driving back to SD from his firm's OC office. The first part of the conversation went like this:

J: I realized that we are going through this process and we have yet to have a conversation about fundamental parenting principles.

K: Okay.

J: For instance, this child WILL be raised a Steelers fan.

K: Well, I feel that it would be perfectly acceptable for him or her to be BOTH a Steelers fan and a Chargers fan.

J: That's fine.

It's so nice to see that we already agree on the big issues.