Grow, follies, grow, damnit!

Had another monitoring appt this morning.  There has been some progress but not a ton.  Dr. R was hoping for better numbers today.  After my b/w and u/s, I was waiting in an exam room for Dr. R to come and fill me in on the details.  I knew I wanted to know the exact measurements so I decided to just take a peek.  Well I realized I couldn't remember it all, so in my full on stealth mode, I snuck back into the hallway, looked left, looked right and then snapped a picture of my chart so I would have the info!  I'm like an info-gathering ninja.  Evidence:

So righty is making some progress, but lefty is being a big slacker.  I honestly expected better since I've had a "feeling" around righty this week.  Not O pains, I don't know how to describe it, but a "feeling" nonetheless in that region.  I go back in Sat morning for another check in.  This means our weekend plans are slightly delayed.  We are heading up north to stay with my ILs for Thanksgiving; we were supposed to leave Friday, but now I guess we'll head out right after my appt on Sat.  This is the first time we've actually had to change/alter plans (minor, I realize) because of IF/monitoring.  It really does permeate every aspect of your life.  I will say the silver lining is that less time up there means less sneaky sex at my ILs and more awesome sex at home - at this rate we're only there Sat & Sun, so hopefully we can get some really great timing.

Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends/stalkers!