Transfer Eve...

We go in tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. for our transfer.  I'm trying to relax but the thought of my imminent progesterone shot is ruining it for me.  I've been bruising pretty badly on these.  It's odd because I never once bruised for our first cycle.  All the random side effects are coming out of the woodwork this time around - I'm bloated, exhausted, moody and now apparently bruised.  No amount of Hello Kitty band aids can fix this.

I shouldn't complain.  David's been awesome through all this again.  Last week he went and bought me sour gummy worms to eat after my blood work and today he went and bought me bath fizzies from Lush and Bride Wars so I could relax tonight.  He's such an awesome husband.  He'll do a spectacular job once again during my bed rest.

It's time to prep my injection, change my estrogen patch and take a Medrol.  Something good is going to happen tomorrow.  I can feel it.

Hooray!

I really needed something good to happen.  Over the weekend I had managed to make myself bleed and bruise from a Lupron injection, almost completely ruin a $400 purse  and get attacked by fire ants.  I also had a small panic session thinking that David would be unable to actually be at our embryo transfer and watched as the girl dug for my vein in my left arm at my US/BW today.  Something good needed to happen.

I had resigned myself to try again tomorrow when the nurse called with my results.  My estrogen levels are really high and my uterine lining is just short of what it needs to be in order for them to do the transfer.  She scheduled me for an appt. for Friday and said to go ahead and pick a date for the hospital!  HOORAY!  FINALLY SOME GOOD NEWS!!!!!  And a big fat sigh of relief for not having to worry about David's job and our transfer coinciding.

I'm so excited.  I think this deserves ice cream.  :)

Congratulations! I'm normal.

Our trip to the clinic for my baselines went well today.  Everything looks good and is as it should be.  We were also given the go-ahead to cut back on the Lupron to 10 units and to start taking my estrogen pills and applying my estrogen patches.  Also had to pay the fees for the clinic.  We are now 2k poorer, with another 1k going to the hospital later on.  But it's okay, we'd planned for this.  Thank goodness for good tax returns.

From the calendar they gave us today, our transfer is tentatively scheduled for May 30th.  It can't get here fast enough if you ask me.  If they asked me to do it today, I would respond with a big, fat YES.  I think David would too.

Our clinic has like 6 offices around Houston.  I'm based out of the one nearest to my house for big appointments (consultations, baselines, training) but I go to the one down the street from my office to do all my ultrasounds and bloodwork.  I've always done this.  I called today to schedule my appt. for Monday and the girl who answered the phone acted like I was crazy.

"I'd like to schedule an appt. for Monday morning for an ultrasound and bloodwork please."

"Ok, what office are you based out of?"

"Willowbrook"

"Why are you calling here?"

"Because this office is closer to where I work and it's easier this way."

"I don't understand.  What do you need again?"

Really?  Honestly, I've talked to the clinic director about this.  He said it's okay.  It's getting to be ridiculous.  This is the branch that didn't bother to call us about our negative results last time.  David thinks I'm crazy for going back to that branch, but it takes 45 minutes out of my day as opposed to like 2.  I'm saving time but losing my sanity at the same time.  It's either this or start losing valuable sick time.

Even after all that, I'm still glad that everything came back okay today.  I've got a good feeling about this FET.  Gotta keep the good energy going.

Let's get this show on the road

So a long long time ago, my FET was initially planned for this Friday.  However, my body decided it didn't really want to participate and I couldn't get my menstrual cycle to regulate after the failed IVF cycle.  I ended up being like 2 weeks late and had to push everything back.  Thank you for that, Mother Nature.  Have I told you lately how great I think you are?

Anyway, I dealt with it and became okay with the pushed back schedule.  Well...  Not really okay with it, I'm obviously in a hurry because I'm tired of not getting pregnant.  Today my body decided it wanted to fast forward things and my period started several days early.  Ugh.  I'm early.  I'm late.  I'm all sorts of messed up right now.  I can't keep up with our calendar for this anymore.  It changes too often.

The good news is that this will likely push up our transfer.  Yea for that.  

This means that tomorrow morning is my baseline ultrasound and bloodwork.  Nothing says good morning like a vaginal ultrasound and some inevitably rolling veins.  But it also means we're thisclose to the transfer and hopefully a baby!  

So bring it on, I'm ready.

Beth versus the nausea

Because giant doses of Lupron are awesome, I spent most of my day today deep breathing through my nose trying not to barf all over my desk.  There were zero side effects last time, but I guess since my dosage this time around is literally double what it was for the IVF cycle, I suppose side effects are in order.  As the day has  gone on, it's worn off a little but GOOD GRIEF.  My office is nowhere near the bathroom, I can't have barf-age.  I'd take puffy swollen Stay-Puffed Marshmallow Man Beth over this any day.  

Between that and my stress level at work, today I'd like to crawl under a rock.  Thank goodness for coming home to 2 fluffy puppies, a great husband and jammies.  

Tomorrow's a new day.  Here's to hoping for less stress and less nausea...

And so the cycle begins again...

I hate needles.  After about 15 minutes of nervous dancing and pacing around the kitchen, syringe in hand, I gave myself my first Lupron shot of our FET.  The shots don't even hurt - I'm so paranoid of watching that needle go into my sub-Q area that I completely psych myself out every time.  I can't even let David and the dogs watch.  All 3 have to be in a different room for fear that they'll distract me and I'll end up stabbing my hand instead.  I should go have dessert.  Dessert would be a good distraction.

Tomorrow night begins the pre-cooking for meals I can freeze so we can eat during my bedrest.  Hooray for King Ranch Chicken and mostaccioli.