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Come see me there.
I’ll be posting to both sites for the next week or so before I pull the plug on this one, but the import/export feature is giving me grief about bringing over your comments. And I want to keep your comments with the proper posting. See, it feels to me like a conversation, not so much a monologue.
But basically, WordPress thinks I’m too wordy, so I’m heading over there right away instead of waiting til it’s perfect.
The widgets & header, etc. are still works in progress, but the content will go up each day, just like it does here.
Hope to see you in my new digs!
Ok, so Dr. Google offered up the information that taking Lupron after ovulation begins does not actually lead to a higher risk of birth defects, it leads to a higher risk of miscarriage, due to the effects Lupron has on the pituitary, endometrium, etc.
Hence the supplementary PIO + prometrium pessaries.
I feel better now. Not fantastic (and, damn! I wish it had even occurred to me to take a PG test last week!) but better about Lupron-sprog’s chances.
Maybe she’ll only have two heads?
Middle school meeting today, followed by eating out with friends tonight, a concert tomorrow night, a late night on Thursday, and an early morning appointment followed by a meeting across town on Friday. Blech. I’m ready for another weekend, I think, and my day has barely begun.
I hate busy weeks, though at least it’s taking my mind off anxiously awaiting FET #1. And I am looking forward to the appointment on Friday (out of all my engagements for the week, I’m looking forward to an internal wanding and a bruise the size of my hand in the crook of my elbow from the blood draw? IVF causes brain damage – I just want that on the record…)
Though there is the usual anxiety that I should have made the appointment for earlier – or later. At the moment, I’m a bit nervous that my cycle’s off this month – it’s day 16, and I think I’m only now ovulating, whereas I usually ovulate on about day 12. So of course my brain is obsessing over what would happen if I get pregnant on my own this month and taking lupron this weekend causes problems? I know, I know. I’ll double check that my Friday bloodwork includes an HCG test – which it probably already does since my clinic tends not to prescribe BCPs before cycles, but still, I’ll doublecheck, because that’s what I do. And you never know. Better safe than sorry. It’d be just my luck to damage a baby by taking fertility drugs. Or from the glass of wine I had last night.
I think my chances of a spontaneous pregnancy at this point are somewhat akin to winning the lottery.
(Which, I didn’t, by the way. Despite obviously deserving it. Stupid lottery.)
Seriously, though, I just want to get going on this last try, so we can try something new (plan D-is-for-donor-egg!) if need be. At least there are lots of women selling their eggs these days, so I’m not likely to have to wait too long. And I should have more options than if I’d tried this when the economy was good. Silver lining!
And this makes me happy. This headache that won’t go away makes me less-happy. I’m sure it’s just my body punishing me for taking away coffee & zebra cakes on the same day, but a headache that lasts through a full night’s sleep is just wrong.
Nellie obviously agreed with me since she took me home after a mere two-block-walk. Either that, or she wanted to make sure she wasn’t missing out on toast. She has befriended all the construction workers who’ve been re-doing the house next door, so it could have been just that she wanted twice the attention. Any time she can get 5 men at a time petting her and telling her what a wonderful dog she is, she’s a happy whippet. Little flirt.
In other news, I’m still “thick and unfit”, but the snow has melted so dog-jogging can commence tomorrow (late) morning. A three day weekend coming up, for which I am appropriately grateful. Now I just have to get through today.
Seems like just yesterday it was 19 days away…
Um, yeah. So I can’t count. Sue me.
Maybe I should be concentrating on finding a donor with proven math ability…