In our last episode I had raced home from Salt Lake City in time to get a Sunday evening progesterone; it was 3.23 and trending up.
On Monday morning I stopped at the vet’s for another progesterone before Sparkle and I started the 500+ mile drive to her intended.
Halfway there, the veterinarian called. The progesterone was down to 2.8.
Wait, what?!
We decided this could just be a stall of sorts and so I kept driving, arriving late and checking into the hotel.
On Tuesday morning — Christmas Eve — I went to a local vet for a progesterone and then Sparkle and her intended commenced the production of Sparklers 2.0.
And the progesterone came back at 2.3!
Dropping when it should be rising — a very Bad Sign indeed. We needed it to hit 4.5 - 5.0 for ovulation to occur.
3.2; 2.8; 2.3.
Oh Dear.
On Christmas Eve.
I sat in my hotel feeling sad and discouraged.
That evening I watched It’s a Wonderful Life in coordination with Dear Husband and some of the kids and was reminded that there were worse things than a dog who isn’t ovulating. Like an angel not getting his wings, for example!
I woke up on Christmas — and having done some research and talked to the tech who works with my vet — knew that chances were this was not going to end well. Therefore, I decided to head home — it was Christmas, after all.
Further, I figured that driving 500+ miles home was the best way to nudge that progesterone up — if I stayed and tested there, certainly it would stay low. Yes, this is very logical thinking.
And so I drove 500+ miles home on Christmas and surprised Dear Husband.
The next morning (yesterday) I got up and took Sparkle to our vet for yet another progesterone. I then went and got the ingredients for soup that I usually made on Christmas Eve, and headed home.
I bet you know where this is going.
Two minutes from home the vet called: SEVENTEEN. None of us could believe it. In 48 hours she went from a trending down 2.3 to 17.
We got the Christmas Miracle!
I threw the grocery bags at Dear Husband, grabbed my suitcase that I had not even had time to unpack, and drove back 500+ miles.
Another successful Sparklers 2.0 production effort ensued. The encore will be this morning and then I will drive back home — again.
Christmas Craziness indeed.
While I was/am doing all that driving, iPup Ava was enjoying her Holiday…
…with her nephew, Zimmer (Sparkler) and her wonderful human family.
Heidi Heidi from the H Moon Litter made sure Santa only delivered and did not try to swipe one of her K-Kids!
Is that a TOOTHBRUSH in that stash?! Well-played, Parents.
Put on those extra Lucky Socks today — and have yourself a Merry Little (extended) Christmas.