This Girls Journey

2179

2179... that's today's beta result. YAY! Everything is looking good so far. My only issue now is finding a freaking "health care provider." Next week ultrasound.

2179!!!

it's been a while...

but I have some good news. I wanted to tell my family and close friends before I posted on my blog.

Apparently I'm with child. Last week, days prior to my beta, I decided (with a little/lot of encouraging from hubby) to POAS. So I did, and they all (3) came back positive. I then called my doctor's office to see if I could come in earlier than July 14th to take my blood test, but they denied my request. Which meant I had a very long weekend ahead of me. So first thing Monday morning, I hopped out of bed,and headed over to my doctors office. They open at 7:30am, and I wanted to get there nice and early. That was what I had planned. I didn't end up getting there until 8am. My POP out of bed, didn't happen like that. It was more of a wake up at 4:30am, because that is what I have been doing for the past week, and then find something to entertain me. Such as, pee, and... I dunno. I'm not very creative that early in the morning. For some reason, I can never fall back asleep. OK... I'm lying. I actually fell back asleep this morning for about 2 more hours after laying there for about another hour. WIDE AWAKE.

Some info about my beta... 14 days past transfer, my beta was 702. Which is great. My Dr's nurse said they look for anything over 100, so being 100 times 7 is wonderful. I have my 2nd beta tomorrow morning, and my first ultrasound is on Monday, at which time we will be able to see if Tweedledee, Tweedledum, or both decided to park themselves on my uterine wall. Hubby is hoping for both. I will be happy with one healthy baby. We will see soon enough.

I will make sure that I keep you all posted with future info.

tweedledee and tweedledum

Hello all, my apologies for the lateness of this long awaited post. I have not been feeling much like writing, and have been trying not to think much about the process. But here we go. I had my Embryo Transfer this past Sunday. All went well, and 7 eggs fertilized successfully. 2 were transferred and 2 ended up being frozen. The other 3 had an ok quality but they were not stellar.

The actual transfer was an interesting experience. I ended up in the same recovery room as I had the for my first ER, and also the same black doctor that was mentioned in my first ER post. Of course she remembered me as I made very inappropriate but funny comments thus making quite the impression. It really felt like the experience was coming full circle which hopefully meant this would be the last ET for me. I have been trying not to think about it too much as the 2 week wait is the most dreaded and stressful period of time for any woman going through fertility treatments. I have 4 1/2 days down, and 9 1/2 to go. Hopefully I will resist the temptation to POAS (pee on a stick), but knowing me, I probably will. I am extremely impatient. Everyone who knows me knows that I want what I want when I want it, and right now I'm dying to know if this cycle actually worked.

Again, we have named our little embryo's. So, I introduce to you Tweedledee (left), and Tweedledum (right). We named the right one Tweedledum because it looks a bit junky and slow. We have to find ways to keep ourselves amused about all of this, so naming our little cells is how we find joy.

dancing eggs

Yesturday I had my egg retrieval. Which is always fun. The doctors were able to retrieve 18 eggs. We will find out this afternoon how many of those eggs were able to fertilize. I would like to hope that they all fertilized just for the sake of percentages, and I would like to not have to do another cycle of all of the meds, and drama around being put to sleep, needles through vaginas, and oxygen masks.

next day??

So today, the next day after yesterday, I went back to the dry cleaners to pick up my same day cleaning. Everything was ready except for my sweater. Ok...

Cleaner Man: "Sweater not ready."
Me: "Ok... when will it be ready."
Cleaner Man: "Some days."
Me: "How many days?"
Cleaner Man: "Some days."
Me: "When will it be ready?"
Cleaner Man: "Some days. It has to drip dry."
Me: "Umm ok..." (extremely confused look on my face. why would a dry cleaned sweater have to drip dry?)
Cleaner Man: "Paying for everything?"
Me: "No. I'm not paying for a sweater that's not ready. I will pay when I pick it up in some days."

These people have no clue what same day means. They only seem to know some day.

too cute.

Hopefully our children will be as cute as we were.

same day???

This was my experience dropping off my husbands items at the dry cleaners today. I had to share it because it was just too ridiculous to keep to myself.

Me: " Will this be ready tomorrow?"

Cleaner Man: "umm.. i dunno. i'll try"

Me:  " You do have same day don't you? Because it says it in the window"

Cleaner Man: "Oh I can't have it today"

Me: I'm asking about tomorrow not today. My point is that, if you say could do same day, then you should definitely be able to have it by tomorrow, which is not today"

Cleaner Man: "I will try to have it tomorrow by 4pm."

Me: "Thanks."

Please note that 4pm tomorrow is MORE THAN 24 hours after my drop off time. Goodness! Why on earth would you have same day written on your awning if you can't deliver???

ivf'ing

Here it is.. I'm IVF'ing again... Yes. I've turned IVF into a verb. It should be a verb.

IVFing (v.)- The process of going crazy trying to have a baby.
Here it is in a sentence. Since I am unable to have children on my own, I am forced to go through this IVFing procedure once again.

Here is it. This is a calendar with estimated dates of this IVF cycle. Hopefully all goes well and I won't have to have a repeat performance later on.

why?

Why do people bring babies everywhere they go? There are someplace's where I feel like they just shouldn't be.
1) Expensive restaurants.
2) Movie theaters
3) FERTILITY CLINIC

I was at my RE's office for bloodwork and in walks a woman with her gynormous stroller system, with a baby in it. There are some places you just don't bring babies. RE office is definitely included on the list. Not because of jealosly, but simply because we infertile's see babies everywhere. Magazines, TV, grocery store, in our sleep. The last place we want to be super duper reminded about our inadequacies is at our doctors office. Please keep in mind that my doctor does NOT share an office with a Family Practitioner, a Pediatrician, or anything that involves full sized born babies. This is strictly an office of Reproductive Endocrinologists. I completely understand that perhaps a babysitter was not available. But still... I can't help but be a little irritated. This probably stims from the first time a saw a woman bring babies (brand new twins) into an RE's office. On the same day I was in my old RE's office because I was having a miscarriage, a woman thought it would be wonderful to bring her babies to my Dr's office to "show them off." So I ended up sitting (and bleeding) in the waiting room for an hour while this woman paced back and forth in front of me cooing at her babies that were far from taking a nap. Please keep in mind that this woman did not have an appointment, and just decided to show up. As a former infertile, she should know better.

I'm going to take a moment and compare this to an experience a couple of friends and myself have had the past couple of weeks. We attend Weight Watchers meetings on Tuesday mornings. Every morning when we arrive there is a woman there with her child. Every week she complains about how she's not loosing like she would have hoped as well as blah blah blah. So sitting next to her on the floor is her son who is let's say around 4 or 5 years old. He is sitting on the floor eating either a donut or a McDonald's biscuit with grease attached. Why on earth would you bring your child to a Weight Watcher's meeting eating a donut? Weight Watcher's is all about learning and practicing healthy eating habits. Plopping your kid down on the floor in the middle of the room of 20-30 hungry women (and a couple of men) is just not wise. I can't help but stare at the kid of think "hmmm... I want a donut." I'm pretty sure that I am not the only one who was having that thought.

back at it again...

It's only 9am, and I've already peeled myself off of my bed, bathed, went to Dr., stopped at market, and made it back home alive. Which is amazing considering my temperature this morning was 101 degrees. I'm amazed I could even hold my head up straight. Let's keep in mind, that I was running about 45 minutes behind schedule. Alarm went off at 6:15am so that I could hit the snooze button at least twice (ended up going off about 6 or 7 times, and then finally alarm was shut off and I went back to sleep completely. I'm so happy I  have a patient husband who doesn't mind things like alarm clocks going off over and over and over again. This makes me happy.

My ultrasound appt was for 7:30am... I finally made it to the Dr's office at 8:15am. Well, at least that was the time that I put on the sign-in sheet. I'm so happy my doc's office is quick. I don't think I could have sat there longer than 5 or 10 minutes without falling asleep. I've never had to wait long for this doctor... unlike my previous RE. It was not unusual to wait an hour or more just for an ultrasound.

Anywho... Today was day one of my 2nd IVF journey. Wish me luck! also, hopefully this illness that has struck will go away. Like now.