Psst …!

Here I am!

The last couple of weeks have had me running in every direction without my inate Garmin fully charged.

Work. School. Curriculum Writing. Research. Working on the House. Zep’s Health. Shooting-Up Fertility Meds. Toying with my Hormones.

The usual.

The new RE, Dr. Seth, started me on 125 of Follistim + 1 Menopur about ten days ago.  My response was amazing!  Instead of taking Lupron, Dr. Seth had me inject Ganarelix in the morning over the last week. 

Yesterday, Saturday, we met w/ the PA and had our final ultrasound + run of blood work.  Just with our own eyes we could count nearly 20 eggs of perfect size!  At 11:30pm Zep gave me an IM injection of HcG and at 10:45am tomorrow morning I’ll be going in for IVF #2!! 

There are so many differences with this time around … it’s hard to control the hope and excitement that we feel.  Of course I am hyper-stimulated … Dr. Seth said my ovaries are like balloons right now.  I can feel it … puffy – swollen – heavy – full … really gives me a whole new respect for hens. 

Although the eggs will be taken out tomorrow, the agony of swelling is only beginning.  Knowing this, I think I may need to get some new ‘comfy’ clothes to sport over the next several weeks. 

I’ve been doing well with the WW … not great … but OK.  The weekends are hard, but I can’t stress myself out over every little thing I eat and/or don’t eat.  I’m still weighing in as a plumpy-pretty 185 pound TTC princess! I really need to get myself on a tighter path of sticking to my 26 points … and learn how to say ‘just a little’ or plainly ‘NO!’ when offered yummy, fatty, sweet stuff.  Ohhh my sweet tooth gets the worse of me … however I can’t blame the size of my ass on the sweetness of my tooth.

I am still under the mind-set that I’ll be able to lose about 10-15 pounds during the 1st trimester.  Then I think a weight gain of only 20 pounds will be what is suggested.  We’ll see what the doctors say when the time comes.

Getting back to IVF round II … 

 We have managed to keep things hush-hush; however, just before starting the injections I found myself sitting with my Mom and I finally brought her some peace of mind by telling her our plans.  Truth be told it was a relief to me, too.  I hated to keep this information from her, but she later confessed that her motherly instincts had kicked in and she had had ‘a feeling’ all along.  The only other person who knows is her boyfriend, Grand.  He was away that weekend on a trip, but she had told me that just before he left they had a talk about Zep and I.  He was quite sure that we were ‘up to something’ … the fertility frenzy couldn’t have quieted down that quickly without any set plan in the works.  The two of them know me well enough to realized that ‘a plan’ is something that I always have for the things I want them most. 

During my talk with Mom she asked about the monies and was happy to know that Dr. Seth accepted our insurance.  The other billing issues from Dr. D’s office  are still being resolved … still there were things w/ Dr. Seth’s office that will not be covered, as with most other offices.  The anesthesia is not covered … we paid $1125.00 with hopes of getting a full reimbursement … and if there are embryos left over it will cost $900 to have them frozen … there is no chance of any financial kick back with that.  Zep and I had agreed to not have any embryos frozen … money has been tight with him out of work so much this year and we didn’t think the anesthesia was going to be so expensive.  It was only $500 at Dr. D’s office … the amount we paid for this round is more than double.  As I explained this to Mom she became adamant that she was going to talk to Grand and ask him to cover this cost so we would change our decision. Within a few days of him returning, Grand came to us and embraced our news of going forward with a second IVF.  He told us that he loved us and told us that the $900 would be ready upon the day of our upcoming embryo transfer.  Needless to say we were both very moved and excited with Grand’s offer!  He and Mom have really been our angels through-out this journey … they’re both so eager to have little feet running through the house … I hope and pray our miracle, answered prayer, and greatest gift of all is only 9 months away from tomorrow.

It’s now a little after 11pm.  In just 12 hours I’ll be going under!  I feel like I’m ready to pop … Zep and I are betting on how many eggs get retrieved.  I say 22 and he bumps it up to 23!  We don’t have to leave here until 10:40am. I’m only allowed to take a sip of water with my pills in the morning before going into the office.  I’m a bit worried about taking my pills … this morning I took them with just a sip of water and no food and within 20 min I started to feel sick.  I really thought I was going to lose it … I quickly gulped down some Ginger Ale and knawed on some pretzels.  Thankfully I began to feel better, but now I’m worried about feeling like shit in the morning while prepping for the procedure.  I guess I’ll just have to go with the flow … maybe take a pepcid or something along with the other pills. 

* yawn *

Anywayz … I should try to get some rest.  Zep is snoring in the other room … he’s eager to compare the magazines at Dr. Seth’s office with those that were at Dr. D’s office.  No wonder he fell alseep so easy! 

I, on the other hand, am ready to close my eyes and hope to for sleep to find me.  I pray this is our time.  I pray this will finally be the answer to all of our prayers. 

I’ll write more tomorrow … 20 some eggs less!