I'm back again! Starting from scratch. After the last round, I was at a complete loss. I thought everything was going perfect and it was a sure thing. But again it resulted in a big fat FAIL. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take... but I'm forcing myself to complete one more round. Forget about the $20,000 we've spent on this shit. I want babies dammit. I'm telling myself that this is the LAST round and we'll just have to accept whatever outcome. But then again... I'm an addict. I need babies in my life. Our babies. I refuse to be an empty nester before my 40's. REFUSE!!!! So please, please, please... let this be!!!
So... after every round, I find new things I should be doing to make sure everything is right. I found out about this procedure called a hysteroscopy. It's basically just a scope that goes in through your cervix to check out your uterus. Make sure there are no adhesions, polyps, or scar tissue hanging around preventing implantation. I immediately thought to myself... WHAT THE HECK! Why didn't we do this to begin with??? Why didn't they just do it when they removed my other tube? WTF!!! Could have solved the whole problem right? Well anyways... I went in for the procedure in April. Doc said my uterus was clean. Dangit! As stupid as it sounds... I'd hoped for something in there to be removed so I knew what the problem was. But there wasn't... and I am fine. So what the heck is keeping those little boogers from implanting??? I texted IVF doc and he said I could start right away. Don't even need to wait a cycle or 2 after the procedure. Do it now. I read a few fertility boards and girls were saying they were more fertile after this kind of procedure (for something like 2-3 months after). No one knows why... but the rates went up. And John is leaving randomly over the next few months... so it's now or never I guess. So we jumped right in!
Fertility Doc said he didn't even need to see me. Just pick up my prescription and schedule and start my shots on day 1. Well... I waited and waited for Aunt Flo to come. That bitch was late. I had a girls trip planned with R that weekend, but one of my shots needed to stay refrigerated. You know what... carrying around a freezer bag with an ice pack to keep your syringes cold is a huge pain in the ass! My drive to the airport was 3 hours...so by the time I got there the ice pack had melted. The security people let me bring it through even though it was over 3 ounces of liquid... but they gave me some crazy looks. The flight attendant was very helpful and put my shots in the fridge on the plane. But when we got to the hotel, we didn't have a real fridge... it was a cooler. So it wasn't cold enough. I had to constantly fill my bag with ice from the machine. I checked it morning and night to refill the bag with ice chips. Then on my return flight... I went to McDonald's for ice for the drive home.
So Anyways... Aunt flo finally showed up on Mother's Day. I promised I wasn't going to look for signs this time. But how freaking ironic is that. Then again, she came on my Birthday and Valentines Day last time too. So forget about the signs I guess. I was told to come for an ultrasound on Day 6- today. I chose to go alone this time. I don't want to make a huge deal out of everything since I've pretty much convinced myself that it is not happening. The doctor changed my prescription to Menegon instead of Puregon. I've been sticking myself with 5 needles every morning. Yeah... it has been pretty sucky and I've got some major bruises in my belly. I was hoping that the change of medication would mean my ovaries would respond better. My right ovary even felt more active than usual. Lots of twinges and flutters. And that FAT feeling. Just plain yucky all week. I'm tired, bloated, nauseous, and crampy. Forget about the gym... it's not gonna happen this time. I know I was gung ho last time to not gain weight. But I really just don't give a shit this time. I can lose it later. And right now... 7 layer burritos make me happy.
I was late to my appointment because of parking and threw a little fit in the car. My hormones have been raging all month. So there have been lots of tears and screaming at random shit. I ended up having to park about a mile away. Probably a good thing since I haven't been going to the gym :P. Get to the office and end up waiting for 20 minutes. Finally see the doctor and he's all... "how are you feeling" pointing to his belly. I'm cracking up at this for some weird reason. Brush the comment away and tell him I gave myself too big of a dose today. He says it doesn't matter and tells me to undress. I'm not even sure what I was expecting. All of my feelings just kind of disappeared waiting for him to tell me what he sees. Immediately after the fun wand was inserted... he made a weird aha sound. Like he'd discovered something interesting, but didn't acknowledge it any further. He went into checking my uterus... but I blanked and can't even remember what he said. Then he found my right ovary and said... here are 3 big ones... and 2 more. He measured one of them at 14mm. He seemed pleased with that. I swear I saw a few more tiny ones, but I'm assuming they won't amount to anything. Then he moved over to the left ovary. He said she's hiding behind your uterus... I can't see it. That damn ovary! He says maybe he will be able to see it at the next ultrasound on Wed. So we are just hoping. That's it... we are waiting and hoping. Update next Wed!
And here is My JUNKIE station:
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