Showing posts with label Trigger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trigger. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Shots Shots Shots


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 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

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.