Yesterday was our third and it looks like final monitoring appointment.
My two lead follicles have grown to a 20mm and an 18mm. I was a little saddened to learn that the third follicle decided that it didn't want to join the party and stopped growing. Boo third follicle! I really wanted at least three eggs to work with. Two seems so little. Not that three is much better but...
At least I did receive a little good news on the front that my lining has significantly plumped up to an 8. I left the clinic feeling a little bummed and sadly bloated.
Once home I crawled into bed and took a nap. These early morning roadtrips to Chattanooga are killer. In order to get there for my 8:30 appointments I have to leave the house around 5:30 my time to make up for the time difference. We're literally there for maybe thirty minutes most days and then its back on the road. I spend six times the amount of time in the car traveling each day as I do actually in the clinic.
My mom and I completed the Cracker Barrell trifecta yesterday as well. We have officially eaten at every Cracker Barrell between Chattanooga and home during all this. That's 4 different Cracker Barrells. But I've by far eaten at the one just down the road from the clinic the most.
I'm finding it harder and harder to remain positive as time trickles away. I had really hoped to get around 5 eggs during all this. But that just hasn't happened. I know in reality it only takes one good egg and one good sperm but still. I wound up talking to my mom about how things would have to change a little if this doesn't work. The big thing being that people have to stop telling me how much my niece looks like me. And how my grandma needs to stop trying to recreate my childhood pictures with my brother's kid. Come on recreate his childhood pictures, its his kid! Stop reminding me constantly of something I may never have. It can be so difficult to visit when everything is about my niece, every second of every conversation is just too much.
So perhaps because I was feeling bummed and bloated I chilled at home for the rest of the day instead of cleaning anymore. I spent $40 buying classic mario games for the wii, like Dr. Mario, Super Mario Brothers 3, Super Mario World, and Super Mario Cart. What brought on this sudden old school video game binge? The happiest I have been in the past two weeks has been the days DH and I have sat down and played Mario Cart 64 together. I guess I wanna snag as much of that happy time as possible.
Last night was my last night of stimming. Tonight is my trigger shot. Which means egg retrival will be on Thursday morning. One great thing about that is I can still go to my concert, my planned treat to make up for everything I've endured the past six months. Something just for me.
With egg retrival on Thursday that means a transfer would most likely be on either Sunday or Tuesday. I'm rooting for Sunday since that means DH could actually be there the moment I become pregnant. It seems odd to think that at the moment we get pregnant he could be 4 hours away and that's without a time difference.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Monitoring Round 2
At my second monitoring appointment DH got to go with me, which is great because I think some of the people at the clinic were beginning to think my mother was my partner. Egh. So weird. It's obvious that we're mother, daughter but still I had a few comments of 'your husband....or your partner?' Whatever.
I still had three follicles but two have started to stand out. One at 18mm and the other at 16mm. My lining had only thickened up by about a single mm. The doctor said I could probably trigger that day and the eggs would be ready but he'd like to give my lining a little more time and maybe just maybe that third follicle would get big enough in the meantime as well. It's almost unbelievable to me that we're already talking trigger!
So the doctor decided to keep me on 150 iu of menopur for one more night and then downshift to 75 the next. I go back for my third monitoring appointment on Monday and I honestly wouldn't be surprised at all if he told me to trigger then. Which feels crazy soon but honestly would put my ER day almost exactly where I thought it would...smack dab ontop of my concert. Boo. I was hoping for a day or two after originally. We'll see I guess.
My second round of injections went great. So much easier the second time around even though my menopur site kinda didn't want to stop bleeding for a few minutes.
I still had three follicles but two have started to stand out. One at 18mm and the other at 16mm. My lining had only thickened up by about a single mm. The doctor said I could probably trigger that day and the eggs would be ready but he'd like to give my lining a little more time and maybe just maybe that third follicle would get big enough in the meantime as well. It's almost unbelievable to me that we're already talking trigger!
So the doctor decided to keep me on 150 iu of menopur for one more night and then downshift to 75 the next. I go back for my third monitoring appointment on Monday and I honestly wouldn't be surprised at all if he told me to trigger then. Which feels crazy soon but honestly would put my ER day almost exactly where I thought it would...smack dab ontop of my concert. Boo. I was hoping for a day or two after originally. We'll see I guess.
My second round of injections went great. So much easier the second time around even though my menopur site kinda didn't want to stop bleeding for a few minutes.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Monitoring Appt 1
Yesterday was Cycle Day 7, 3 doses of letrozole down.
I arrived at the clinic at 8:30am and was slightly surprised to see how busy it was. Usually I'm about the only person there but this time the waiting room was full. I can't help but feel a tiny bit out of place as I look around the room. Most the woman there look to be in their late thirties to mid-forties. I feel like a kid. : / It's probably all in my head but it seems like they all swivel when I walk in the room. Like they don't think I should be there. Which is a stupid way to feel, but there it is I guess. There was a lady in a scrub set with very short severe cut. Another lady that looked mildly dressed up also with a short cut, big hoop earrings, and nice voice. And a couple who looked so much alike in appearance but so different in age that I almost would have thought she was his mother if we were in a different doctor's office. As I was waiting another woman pulled up in a teeny tiny mini skirt and sky high heels, holding her sneakers in one hand, she looked maybe a little younger than my mom. I can't help but wonder what her story is. This is what I do by the way. I do it everywhere I go. I people watch and imagine their stories. Its how you learn to write relatable characters and its how I make myself feel safe in any given situation. And I don't do it by staring most people probably don't even know I'm watching them from the corner of my eye.
In just a few minutes I'm called back by a very young very friendly nurse. She mentions my haircut which surprises me because its been almost a month and I've been back to the clinic a half a dozen times and she's the first person to comment on it. It relaxes me and I find myself chattering back and forth about short hair vs long hair. Which was probably her exact intent. The dr comes in and tells me that today we're just doing an ultrasound and no bloodwork because quote 'it liiess'. Yeah he really did draw out the word lies. I kinda stared at him and he explained that letrozole would cause false readings. Oh well that makes a little more sense then. The ultrasound is over quickly. And he tells me that I have three follicles making a go of it on my left ovary. The largest one of which is 12mm. He's not worried about my lining being thin because apparently it can't grow when you are on letrozole but it catches up quickly afterwards. However I seem to be responding very well and he's thinking of changing up my medications. They'll call me later for sure.
I get home and embark on yet another whirl wind cleaning expedition with my mom/chauffer. I can't help but wonder why I'm apparently not allowed to go to the drs office by myself. But oh well company :) . Today we're tackeling the office slash future baby's room. Which is by far the worst room in the house. It currently houses the litter box and has a very odd shape that has become a catch all for every piece of junk in my house not to mention that it also houses my insane collection of photography props. We worked on it for six hours. In the end we had a car load of stuff that went to Goodwill and another carload that went to the dump. But its clean and organized now. With all my prop stuff in brand new totes properly labeled and stacked out of the way. The carpet spotbot-ted in places that needed where my cats have ridiculously bad aim and vacummed. I can't wait til we do this remodel. I'm creating a cat closet just for them, complete with tiled floors, tiled lower walls, and a cat door so nobody has to look at or smell the litterbox but them. We'll also be adding in a closet and a shower and a vanity and ...well that's a story for another time I guess.
At 4:30 I got the call from the drs office to take my fourth dose of letrozole that night, but not the 5th dose the next night because they want me to start my injects. Also to come back in on Saturday morning for another ultrasound and bloodwork. Yikes! So I call my bff, who happens to be a surgical tech. She had in the past promised to help me with my injections. She answers the phone in walmart where she is shopping for supplies for her vacation. My heart drops. She proceeds to tell me they're going on a last minute spur of the moment 4 day vacation to see another one of her friends in Virginia and they're leaving in the morning. Crap, crap, crap. Looks like I'll be doing my injects on my own. My mom is rather pissed at her, my husband is definitely pissed, but I'm trying my best to understand. I don't expect her to drop everything and come running when I call. I am a little hurt that all of her talk of 'I'll do anything you need to help you out during all this, anything, just call' is kinda just smoke in the wind. But when it all comes down to it...I'm a big girl and I can do this myself dammnit. I don't need her to do it, or my dad, or my husband. I can do this...and tonight I will.
It feels like everything is moving so fast!
I arrived at the clinic at 8:30am and was slightly surprised to see how busy it was. Usually I'm about the only person there but this time the waiting room was full. I can't help but feel a tiny bit out of place as I look around the room. Most the woman there look to be in their late thirties to mid-forties. I feel like a kid. : / It's probably all in my head but it seems like they all swivel when I walk in the room. Like they don't think I should be there. Which is a stupid way to feel, but there it is I guess. There was a lady in a scrub set with very short severe cut. Another lady that looked mildly dressed up also with a short cut, big hoop earrings, and nice voice. And a couple who looked so much alike in appearance but so different in age that I almost would have thought she was his mother if we were in a different doctor's office. As I was waiting another woman pulled up in a teeny tiny mini skirt and sky high heels, holding her sneakers in one hand, she looked maybe a little younger than my mom. I can't help but wonder what her story is. This is what I do by the way. I do it everywhere I go. I people watch and imagine their stories. Its how you learn to write relatable characters and its how I make myself feel safe in any given situation. And I don't do it by staring most people probably don't even know I'm watching them from the corner of my eye.
In just a few minutes I'm called back by a very young very friendly nurse. She mentions my haircut which surprises me because its been almost a month and I've been back to the clinic a half a dozen times and she's the first person to comment on it. It relaxes me and I find myself chattering back and forth about short hair vs long hair. Which was probably her exact intent. The dr comes in and tells me that today we're just doing an ultrasound and no bloodwork because quote 'it liiess'. Yeah he really did draw out the word lies. I kinda stared at him and he explained that letrozole would cause false readings. Oh well that makes a little more sense then. The ultrasound is over quickly. And he tells me that I have three follicles making a go of it on my left ovary. The largest one of which is 12mm. He's not worried about my lining being thin because apparently it can't grow when you are on letrozole but it catches up quickly afterwards. However I seem to be responding very well and he's thinking of changing up my medications. They'll call me later for sure.
I get home and embark on yet another whirl wind cleaning expedition with my mom/chauffer. I can't help but wonder why I'm apparently not allowed to go to the drs office by myself. But oh well company :) . Today we're tackeling the office slash future baby's room. Which is by far the worst room in the house. It currently houses the litter box and has a very odd shape that has become a catch all for every piece of junk in my house not to mention that it also houses my insane collection of photography props. We worked on it for six hours. In the end we had a car load of stuff that went to Goodwill and another carload that went to the dump. But its clean and organized now. With all my prop stuff in brand new totes properly labeled and stacked out of the way. The carpet spotbot-ted in places that needed where my cats have ridiculously bad aim and vacummed. I can't wait til we do this remodel. I'm creating a cat closet just for them, complete with tiled floors, tiled lower walls, and a cat door so nobody has to look at or smell the litterbox but them. We'll also be adding in a closet and a shower and a vanity and ...well that's a story for another time I guess.
At 4:30 I got the call from the drs office to take my fourth dose of letrozole that night, but not the 5th dose the next night because they want me to start my injects. Also to come back in on Saturday morning for another ultrasound and bloodwork. Yikes! So I call my bff, who happens to be a surgical tech. She had in the past promised to help me with my injections. She answers the phone in walmart where she is shopping for supplies for her vacation. My heart drops. She proceeds to tell me they're going on a last minute spur of the moment 4 day vacation to see another one of her friends in Virginia and they're leaving in the morning. Crap, crap, crap. Looks like I'll be doing my injects on my own. My mom is rather pissed at her, my husband is definitely pissed, but I'm trying my best to understand. I don't expect her to drop everything and come running when I call. I am a little hurt that all of her talk of 'I'll do anything you need to help you out during all this, anything, just call' is kinda just smoke in the wind. But when it all comes down to it...I'm a big girl and I can do this myself dammnit. I don't need her to do it, or my dad, or my husband. I can do this...and tonight I will.
It feels like everything is moving so fast!
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