Where have I been?

Where on earth have I been? Well, suprise suprise, that pregnancy test ended up positive. I spent the first 15 weeks completely nauseous 24-7, the next 20 somewhat okay and the past 5 completely swollen. I started going into active labor a week ago Friday and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl around 11:30 a.m. on Valentines Day. We are beyond excited. We are also beyond exhausted. David is currently trying to keep a little girlie awake in hopes that she'll actually sleep tonight. I shouldn't be surprised though - she was always most active during the hours of 1 to 5 a.m. However, I couldn't be happier that she's in my arms. Love at first sight does exist. :)

D-Day

We go in this morning for my pregnancy test. I'm so ridiculously nervous that I could puke. It's hard to believe the 2WW is already over.

Please be positive. Please be positive. Please be positive.

Current state of affairs

The past week has been interesting. I dealt with cramps, exhaustion and a bout of severe 6 day nausea. Last night, David uttered the 2 words I never want to hear after an IM progesterone shot - "you're bleeding". Yippee. This is after he managed to hit a nerve the other day and caused some of my toes on my left foot to go slightly numb. This is wearing me out.

I'm currently convinced that I'm not pregnant. My pregnancy test at the clinic is on Friday, and I don't even want to go. I feel that the only thing keeping me from not bleeding all over everything is my estrogen pills and patches and those awful progesterone shots. I've started making plans for the next year to keep myself occupied until we can afford to try this again. We've spent close to 20k on this in 2009 alone, there's no more IVF money to do another round. I am going to be a hot mess and I'm already driving David nuts.

I have also discovered that knowlege of our fertility issues has made it to more people than I'd like. Seriously people, if someone's infertile, it's not your story to tell. It's a private issue and now I'm beginning to think that our entire 3000 member church congregation knows. NOT GOOD. Privacy? What privacy?

I need a vacation....

Pregnant until you tell me otherwise

I'm now pregnant until someone tells me otherwise.  The transfer on Friday went off without a hitch.  We arrived at the hospital at 7 and were out of there in no time.  It was weird, the nurse allowed me to pee before I took my ibuprofen and Valium.  They didn't allow that last time.

Bedrest was a drag.  I'm not good at sitting still, let alone laying in only 3 positions.  Eating and drinking were quite the experience.  Thank goodness for straws and big towels that catch random drippings and crumbs of whatever.  It was a long 3 days, made even longer by the fact that our A/C decided to stop working on Sunday.  We live on the Texas Gulf Coast and it's June - you're in big trouble if it goes out.  You can't bring enough oscillating fans into the bedroom of a woman on bedrest.

Today was the first day back at work.  Trying to stay low-key and stress-free for the most part, but that's yet to be seen.  My coworkers are crazy and crazy is contagious.  I may have to put police tape up around my door to prevent it from coming into my work area.

Our pregnancy test is a week from Friday.  This 2WW (two week wait) is going to kick my butt.  I want to know now even though I fear failure again.  I don't think you ever lose that fear after you've had a failed cycle.  I keep hoping David will be positive enough for both of us.  I just need to pick up a hobby to keep my mind occupied until then.

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.