…not the least of which was the computer meltdown.
Ahem. No, it’s still not fixed, & it’s prone to random fatal errors. So I’ll try to get all this out before another one occurs.
Monday’s appointment went well. This time, I asked if my doctor would tell me what he was seeing as he was seeing it. He not only agreed, but he tipped the US screen so I could see it, pointed out interesting landmarks along the way, and then quizzed me at the end.
And, as I recited back to him, the upshot of Monday’s appointment was that I had 7 promising follicles on my left ovary, 2 on my right, and the 2 big ‘uns seemed to be lagging behind their previous growth rate in order to finish maturing with their littermates. All good. At an average size of 13mm, he figured we’d be ready to trigger in 3, maybe 4 days. So we made an appointment for Wednesday (today) for an update.
Update as of this morning: “Congratulations. You’re there,” were just about the only words out of his mouth. Woohoo! “How big are they?” I asked. “Big enough. Good cycle so far.” Doc says it’s going good, I’m happy. And, hey, quicker than I’d hoped for. So tonight’s the trigger shot *anticipatory wince* and Friday morning, I’ll go in, go under, and come out 9 eggs (&, I wish, about 7 pounds) lighter. But I’ll settle for the egg-retrieval to go without a hitch. I’m pleased it’s an early morning appointment, since I figure everyone will be perkier at that time of day & will be paying extra-special attention to me and my surgery. There was a pregnant woman in this morning, waiting for an ultrasound. It was all I could do not to stare at her. You mean this works? It really works sometimes? As easy as that?
And, the timing of this is about as tidy as I could ask for. Doing this on the Friday before Memorial Day means that while I have to take Friday off, I already have Saturday, Sunday & Monday off. It means I’ll have all day Friday, Saturday & Sunday for recuperation & then a possible transfer on Monday (Or is it Tuesday? Don’t really know where that three-day make gets calculated from). All of these are days I don’t have to take off work. Also a good thing. Of course, I’m hoping these eggs all fertilize so nicely and go so strong that they decide to do a 5-day transfer instead on Wednesday (or Thursday?). Because I’m just greedy that way.
And I just had my last Lupron shot. Yay! And my last Repronex shot. YAY! When the boyfriend comes home, we’ll do some drawing on my ass with a sharpie marker, and then, I’ll let him live out every boy’s dream and instruct him to spank the tar out of me. Or at least out of that outer quadrant of my ass, as per instructions from the nurse. Anything to distract me from the incoming needle. The incoming inch-and-a-half needle. Oi. And the bad news is, I’ll be on six times the amount of steroid I’ve been on to date. If the steroid dosage I’ve been on is what’s caused the unexplainable weight gain, then being on 6 times that, means that in a week, I’ll weigh approximately as much as the incredible Hulk in his Non-David-Brinner phase. Plus, the nausea is supposed to get a lot worse.
It’s not easy being green.
So, fingers crossed. Butt-cheek unclenched. Nerves frayed. Tomorrow is an injection-free day, except for the morning blood-draw, and I plan to enjoy my unpunctured-ness. Last pain-free day for a while, if everything goes well, as I so sincerely hope it does.
And, maybe tomorrow I’ll be buying a new computer so I have something to do for those three days that I’m whimpering over my poor punctured girl-goods.
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