You gotta know when to hold em...

Right now I feel like Kenny Rogers with a hand of b*llsh*t cards. I'm not ready to fold 'em yet, but I am totally bummed out. I just returned from my ultrasound and the eggs are little. Nothing bigger than an 11. They would like to see me over the week-end for another ultrasound and injection, but I won't be here. I'll be rocking, drinking and smoking myself into an oblivion in sin city (not actually...but I feel like taking that path right now). I sat in the waiting room of the RE's office talking to Kent and debating if we should change our flight and come back early on Monday with the hope a big egg is just hanging out and waiting for a dose of hormones to push itself out. I contemplated that, but you know, this is just the way the cards fall sometimes. I have been waiting for this concert and week-end for 7 months. 7 months ago my life was awesome. I spent almost 3 weeks in Italy with my fabulous husband and had no clue about my stupid ovaries. 7 months ago I was so jacked for this concert and I am not going to let today's ultrasound ruin that.

Am I going to sit in my office right now and cry, you bet. Am I going to get on that airplane tomorrow and rock out, yep. Am I going to get another pair of Louboutin's to make me feel better this week-end (only if Kent isn't around). (-:

It's a gamble this week-end that I am willing to ride out. Since I didn't hit the ovary jackpot today that will only ensure my good luck this week-end when I find my kick ass fun Wheel of Fortune Game. The mood I am in now though...I might just head straight to the tables (once I figure out how to play those games).