The original frozen embryo from last cycle is Elsa. Working on the other 6.
My sister replied to my news with:
Glad we can all have a sense of humor about it!!! Here’s hoping 2015 is the year to “make a little a!!!”
At school this year, all the kids were using the phrase “cray cray” to mean “crazy.” (As in, “Amanda is cray cray for dating Brian. He’s so gross.”). Well, the past 12 hours are putting me in the cray cray category.
If you follow this blog, you might know that I had a little injection freak out last night. Cetrotide is meant to keep you from ovulating early, and I lost a bit of it out the top of the needle in a freak squirting.
This was followed by hours of me perseverating over the issue. Numerous texts with Sister, RN… who did not jump right away to saying it was fine, but who did ultimately make be feel better. A mention to R, who had no patience for my anxiety and worry and immediately called me cray cray. Ok, to be fair, he did not say “cray cray,” but that was the implication. There was a fight and there was yelling and there were tears. How could he be so insensitive?!? And then there was an apology and fro-yo … and we put it behind us.
Last night, there were also lots of cramps. The kind that show on your face. My tummy was tender, bloated, and crampy. These feelings had been coming on throughout the afternoon and they intensified in the evening. I felt good about it because I’m thinking, “everything is working as it should.”
Then this morning I woke up, and I FEEL NOTHING. The bloat has even gone down. I can sit on the floor with my dog without cringing. No cramps. No heaviness. Nada. Yesterday I was overjoyed that I didn’t have to teach aerobics; today I feel like I could go for a run, comfortably. How can I feel nothing on Day 7 (especially when yesterday things were so intense?) WTF?!!
So of course I get right on the train for Crazy-Town and start thinking the worst: surely I must have ovulated and the cramps last night were not things growing and working, but ovulation cramps. And all of my front runners are released and done, and this cycle is going to be a bust. Maybe I am “cray cray” because I can not help my mind from going there.
And of course I don’t have my next appointment until tomorrow morning. And I can’t talk to R who lectured me last night about worrying too much and looking for problems. And I’m not the type to call my doctor and demand to be seen. (I’m just not…)
So for the next 24 hours, even though I will do my darnedest to distract myself, I’m going to be cray cray and there’s nothing that I can do about it.
Since my other post today was just an injection freak out (I’ve calmed down a bit since…) I wanted to document some other things about the day.
During my ultrasound this AM, I tried to keep track as the doctor measured and announced each follicle but I just couldn’t remember. My estimate (for both sides, total) is: 9 small, 8 ranging from 9 mm – 12mm. Lining was 8 and change.
DEFINITELY feeling it today, especially on the right side. Very tender and getting a lot of “growing pains.” I go back on Saturday morning. My doctor predicts a retrieval between Monday and Wednesday of this coming week.
So excited, anxious, and way-too-optimistic.
Totally off topic: did you know that these two emoji: 📅📆 are only relevant once a year? …and today was the day!
Major freak out over here!!! HELP!
I lost half my dose of Cetrotide out the top of the needle before injecting. I was pushing the plunger up to get rid of the air and out comes all of this liquid! WTF?!? I was just pushing the meds to the top. Last night the Cetrotide itched like crazy and tonight it’s just a tiny bit red but hardly anything last night!!!
Now I am picturing all of my follicles hanging on for dear life in an attempt to resist my LH surge.
Please tell me this has happened to you and it was fine!
Day 4 was same protocol as 1-3:
1 injection consisting of
– 100 Follistim
– 75 Menopur
Day 5 we got a bit fancier:
2 injections consisting of
– 100 Follistim
– 150 Menopur
– Cetrotide (*I was glad I had read on some people’s blogs that this would itch at the injection site, because otherwise I probably would have thought I was having an allergic reaction. It itched for about half an hour.)
Who knew I was mentally strong enough to stab myself with needles? This journey is full of surprises.
I go in tomorrow morning for bloodwork and ultrasound, which always makes me excited and nervous. Hoping to have a ballpark retrieval date soon!!!
How I’m Feeling: headache all day (but whether that is hormones or leftover sinus stuff from my cold is anyone’s guess), definitely got some “fullness” and bloating going on – guessing with the increased dose, this will continue, when I bent down to get food for my pup I definitely felt a little sore. Nothing awful, but I am glad I was able to sub out my aerobics class tomorrow (…and for the next 3 weeks).
That’s it, just a little log of what’s going on in IVF Land!
Right now there is a magic wand in my cervix. It is magically widening and straightening out said cervix. Until last week, I did not know that she was narrow and curvy, but now, here I sit in my car, trying to deep breathe the cramps away.
About 40 minutes ago, I had a Dilapan inserted. I return to the office in 4 hours to have it removed. It was not easy for the doc to get it in, and she yelled at me for not having a full enough bladder (not my favorite doc in the office). After several unsuccessful tactics (“Can you cough? I’m going to try to straighten your cervix out…”), The Partridge Family came on the radio, and I legit got excited because I haven’t heard the song in ages. “I think I love you…” I tried to sing along and before the song ended, the Dilapan was in.
Followed by… extreme discomfort.
I had been told it wouldn’t be painful and I would have a few cramps. This was a bit of an understatement (unless my threshold for pain is really much smaller than I have always thought). But the doctor who told me that was male and I’m guessing he’s never had a magic wand shoved into his much-too-narrow-and-curvy cervix.
So that’s where we are, folks. I’m sitting in the parking lot and deep breathing (and blogging) until I feel ready to drive. R is waiting at our new house for me so we can do some work there… do you think my magic wand does chores?!?
What restrictions were you all given for the different parts of your IVF Cycle?
Here are mine:
– no alcohol (starting day 1 of meds)
– no high impact exercise or core work (when I start to feel uncomfortable from meds and lasting through pregnancy test)
– sex with condom only!!! (I do not desire octo-mom status!)
– bed rest day of and after retrieval
– bed rest day of transfer
And that was really it, though Doc said to basically pretend I’m pregnant as soon as I start the meds. (Mixed feelings about that for superstitious reasons…)
Were your guidelines similar? What were your doctor’s orders?
GREEN LIGHT to start meds tomorrow; it was a phantom rogue egg… Nurse just called to tell me (cue heart skipping a beat when the phone rang). One more hurdle jumped. See original post below.
Soooo… ultrasound and bloodwork this AM to confirm that I can start my meds tomorrow may not have gone so well. I say may not because the doctor wasn’t sure based on ultrasound and is now waiting for bloodwork results to let me know.
You know how the pill is ridiculously effective, like 99.7% or something ridiculous like that? Well, in a cruel twist of irony, I may have been that teeny tiny “ineffective” percentage. It seems I may have produced a breakthrough rogue egg, in which case, of course, I will not be able to begin IVF this month. SERIOUSLY?!? I needed meds to help me ovulate because I wasn’t ovulating, and then the month I needed to NOT ovulate, my body produced this thing?!?
If my phone does not ring before 5 pm, then I am in the clear to start as planned. Needless to say, I am hoping for a quiet day.
If men are from Mars, (and I’m quite certain mine is), then I need some help prepping my Martian for IVF.
It goes without saying that I have read, researched, discussed, and viewed just about everything out there to get me mentally prepared for IVF (and of course I am still searching for more). I understand the enormity of what we are about to embark upon. R doesn’t have the slightest clue, and this makes me nervous for a few reasons:
1. He might get overwhelmed at our 2 hour orientation this coming Tuesday and have a mini meltdown.
2. He may think I am being dramatic or exaggerating about effects of the hormones.
3. He may not fathom what I am going through during and after the retrieval, and therefore may not offer as much support as I might need (emotional and physical).
I am not a needy person by any means, but I’m worried he just thinks this is like going in for an IUI. My concerns are 100% selfish, but I think in this case I am entitled.
So I guess my question is, are there any ways to prep the Martians for IVF and really help them fully comprehend the scope of the treatments and procedures? How have your husbands / significant others dealt with IVF? Any tips or stories you have are greatly appreciated!!!
I am not typically an over-tester. I usually wait until 12dpo (and I usually have my period by then…).
For some reason I tested today, at 9dpo. I didn’t use FMU… and I didn’t wait 4 hours… and I drank things in between. So yes, I know this really cheap internet test isn’t exactly reliable right now, but the stark whiteness of it still makes me sad. I don’t know why I felt the need to test today…