Shots Shots Shots

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I am pretty worn out and every time I've tried to write this, it is just complete garbage but I want to keep a record of my cycle so I've got it in a log form. 

Dear Diary, 

Sat

     - 6:30am baseline bloodwork and ultrasound

     - Started week 2 Couch to 5k (C25k) program

     - Start Gonal F injections, stick the bad boy in there like a champ (Gonal F has no sting and the needle is tiny there usually is no mark and no pain

Sun

    - Big fucking last second drive win by the Pats, big fucking walk off hit win for the Sox; late fucking night

    - Gonal F

Mon

- Walk into 8am sick kids 

Tues

- 630 bloodwork

- Hear the baby of three I watch waking up with nasty cough and breathing; it's croup. Scary shit. 

- Add Menopur

Wed

- Getting sick of taking care of sick kids

-Add Ganirelix 

Thurs

-Day off but had to go in for monitoring 

Sat

-Monotoring

Sun

- Monitoring and word that I don't have to come in until my Retrieval on Wednesday!!

Monday

- Hcg Trigger 

Here We Go Stimming, Here We Go (Clap Clap)

                     

After what felt like a painfully long 30 days, my period came on Friday morning, right on time. I tried to high five myself in the bathroom, called the clinic on my way to work, and by lunchtime I'd been instructed to show up for my baseline bloodwork and ultrasound the following day. At the clinic, I ran into an old friend of my husband's and mine, who was waiting for his wife who is in the middle of her first round. After getting over the initial schock - what I've known to be quite inevitable - we got caught up a bit and I think he and his wife were releived to know that they aren't alone and we parted promising to get together in the upcoming weeks. 

The rest of my time there was textbook and, on my drive home, I even got to watch an absolutely breathtaking sunrise over the autumn New England leaves. Then the waiting and checking my phone every twenty* minutes for notification and instructions from my RE (a very big part of me was concerned that my OHSS was still a problem, because well, my luck). Husband and I went to the gym to keep me distracted - hey did I tell you all I'm doing the couch to 5k program? - but still no email by the time we got out. The longer the email took, the more I was convinced that I'd be getting one of those "concerned nurse/RE" calls and I tried to busy myself but man, the anxiety was not cool. 

Alas, finally, finally, at the eleventh hour, the email to start Gonal F came! Woohoo. Never been so psyched to get a shot in my life. So last night it began and it was like riding a bicycle; husband had fallen asleep on the couch and I didn't even need to wake him; just set up the pen and went. Tuesday will be my first monitoring appointment, so here we go!

*Who am I kidding? It was definitely more like every five to ten minutes.

Trigger Happy

This title is super duper fitting in light of the Aaron Hernandez arrest. 

The past nine days have included:

-6 days of blood work

-5 ultrasounds (the dildo camera kind)

-23 stim shots

-6 mornings of up and out the door by 6 (which means all of the days are like that now. Thanks, scumbag inner clock).

And last night was 10000 units hcg and we have triggered!

                                    

                 The needle that went in my ass last night. Looks worse than it feels

My abs and back got a bit sore the past two days, but only in that "I just had a great ab workout and it hurts when I laugh" way. I'm actually shocked that I even remember what that feels like- I've absolutely gained a few pounds and have been doing no working out other than my normal daily movement (arguably more than most people's daily activity*). Bonus: my boobs look fantastic, despite being so sore that I have to grab them when I go down the stairs. 

Now my stomach felt a little crampy this morning, but here's hoping that is just the feeling of plentiful eggs growing in there!

So tomorrow is the big egg retrieval. I know some people get weird about procedures and stuff but I'm sweating the "no makeup, nail polish, or contacts" rule. I don't want my eggs to be retrieved out of a hideous creature.

*By "most people" I just mean those morbidly obese people at Walmart who use the motorized carriages.