Well the two little embryos made it through the night so we are on for the transfer tomorrow at 11:3oam. We have decided to thaw two other frozen embroys for a last ditch effort and transfer four. Scary, huh? The doctor did say that the two "fresh" embryos looked great and that they were cleaving, dividing, just fine. So finally my awesome cleavage has done me some good!
Sorry dad; poor taste?
Anyhow, on a crummy note, I have started to hyper-stimulate. In the past 2 days I have gained 4.5 pounds of water and I seriously feel like I am developing a swimming pool in my stomache. The pain isn't unbearable, but I am so bloated even sweatpants are tugging at the waist. Oh well, it can't get worse.
Oh wait, tomorrow I have to drink a gallon of water for the transfer, remember the water torture game? It will get worse! I have to have a completely full bladder for the transfer and last time I got caught trying to cheat, didn't have a full bladder on time, and I held up the transfer team for about 25 minutes. Oops. This time I'll be good and get this thing done on schedule, although I did notice that they gave me the last transfer time before lunch again, maybe they are already planning on me screwing up?
That's it from me for at least another 36 hours or so. We are sans laptop at the moment so being on bedrest will prevent me from giving you an update until friday afternoon. Feel free to call and chat after about 3pm tomorrow, the shot they give me before the transfer usually knocks me out for about 2 hours, but once awake I will be bored so please bother me!!
Happy Birthday Puddy!!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Not So Great
Well Dr. Filer just called with some not so great news, only 2 of my eggs made it out fertilized. I can't believe it, out of seven that were retrieved, only four were mature and only 2 fertilized; now we have to wait until Thursday and hope that they make it. I did speak to him about the possibility of thawing the some of the four embryos that we have still frozen, and he said that we could do that if needed and would discuss that tomorrow when he gives me my next update. (they weren't the best quality embryos, that's why we decided to try again)
Another wrench in the system that I wasn't expecting, but it seems as though that is the norm now. Nat seemed pretty upset, as did my doctor, I guess after having a successful first try with 10 fertilizing, 2 seems like failure. I'm going to stay hopeful though, two is better than none and we only need one for a baby so I'm still thinking happy thoughts. I will update more tomorrow when I hear from the doctor again and let you know what we have decided. Keep praying for Nat and I please!!!!
Another wrench in the system that I wasn't expecting, but it seems as though that is the norm now. Nat seemed pretty upset, as did my doctor, I guess after having a successful first try with 10 fertilizing, 2 seems like failure. I'm going to stay hopeful though, two is better than none and we only need one for a baby so I'm still thinking happy thoughts. I will update more tomorrow when I hear from the doctor again and let you know what we have decided. Keep praying for Nat and I please!!!!
Monday, April 03, 2006
New Pup
This is Maddie, a 10-week-old Golden Retreiver that my sister Sarah and her husband Tim adopted yesterday. They came to visit me today when I needed some cheering up, and by looking at her cute puppy face you can tell it worked! The fun part of the visit was the Mexican stand-off between my cat and the dog, it was so cute, they were both intrigued and scared of each other!More Below........
My Day
I'm home, in recovery mode, feeling not so great. I am more cramped up than I remember last time, and I'm having issues sitting up straight, makes the cramps worse? I have already taken some Tylenol extra strength about 4 hours ago, but I don't think that made too much of a difference so I'm going back to the bottle and hopefully find some relief. (like they promise)
Other than my current state of affairs, the day went along pretty well. I was supposed to be there at 9:30am and we got there a bit early and they took us in right away. I was nauseated all morning, nerves and lack of breakfast, so I'm glad that they whisked me right away rather than leave me festering in the waiting room. Once again they went over the procedure and had me put on that stupid hospital gown that never covers your butt and then weighed me for the anesthetist.
After about 15 minutes of signing my life away, literally, they took me in to the too cold transfer room and then the real fun began. I guess that was the point in the day when I should have been most anxious and nervous, but for some reason I was calm and I didn't even flinch too much when they started the IV line in my hand. Of course the anesthetist had a sense of humor, right before he jammed that needle in my hand he looked and me and said, "this won't hurt me a bit". It didn't hurt him at all, and only slightly bruised me. After the IV goes in they put the oxygen nose tube thing on and a finger pulse monitor and then the part where they say, "now you are going to feel a little sle......". I'm assuming they say sleepy, although I have never made it that far.
The next thing I remember is my doctor telling me how great I did, I was unconscious, what did I do break into a comic routine? I guess not going in to cardiac arrest or convulsions is doing well, so maybe I should pat myself on the back. After trying to keep my eyes open and listen to the doctor for what felt like ages, but was probably 1 minute, Nat was ushered back in to see me. The doctor informed us that he was able to extract 7 mature eggs from me, which was the same number they said I had on Friday. I don't remember what we talked about next but I do remember getting some peanut butter crackers and grape juice, you never forget the food!
After the doctor left and I finished my snack I was allowed to get dressed come home. I almost tipped over a few times while trying to redress, stupid anesthesia, but I did manage to clothe myself and we came home with no broken bones. As soon as I walked in the door I went straight to my room, took some Tylenol and fell asleep until 2pm. (We left the doctors office around 11am.)
When I woke up Sarah and new puppy Maddie came over to play. They stayed for about 30 minutes of fun, until I felt like crud again and had to lay down. I hope to be feeling better by tomorrow but right now I'm sore and tired. So back to bed with me, Nat is asleep right now, apparently taking care of me is exhausting, tomorrow I find out how many of the seven eggs fertilized and their quality. More tomorrow.....
Other than my current state of affairs, the day went along pretty well. I was supposed to be there at 9:30am and we got there a bit early and they took us in right away. I was nauseated all morning, nerves and lack of breakfast, so I'm glad that they whisked me right away rather than leave me festering in the waiting room. Once again they went over the procedure and had me put on that stupid hospital gown that never covers your butt and then weighed me for the anesthetist.
After about 15 minutes of signing my life away, literally, they took me in to the too cold transfer room and then the real fun began. I guess that was the point in the day when I should have been most anxious and nervous, but for some reason I was calm and I didn't even flinch too much when they started the IV line in my hand. Of course the anesthetist had a sense of humor, right before he jammed that needle in my hand he looked and me and said, "this won't hurt me a bit". It didn't hurt him at all, and only slightly bruised me. After the IV goes in they put the oxygen nose tube thing on and a finger pulse monitor and then the part where they say, "now you are going to feel a little sle......". I'm assuming they say sleepy, although I have never made it that far.
The next thing I remember is my doctor telling me how great I did, I was unconscious, what did I do break into a comic routine? I guess not going in to cardiac arrest or convulsions is doing well, so maybe I should pat myself on the back. After trying to keep my eyes open and listen to the doctor for what felt like ages, but was probably 1 minute, Nat was ushered back in to see me. The doctor informed us that he was able to extract 7 mature eggs from me, which was the same number they said I had on Friday. I don't remember what we talked about next but I do remember getting some peanut butter crackers and grape juice, you never forget the food!
After the doctor left and I finished my snack I was allowed to get dressed come home. I almost tipped over a few times while trying to redress, stupid anesthesia, but I did manage to clothe myself and we came home with no broken bones. As soon as I walked in the door I went straight to my room, took some Tylenol and fell asleep until 2pm. (We left the doctors office around 11am.)
When I woke up Sarah and new puppy Maddie came over to play. They stayed for about 30 minutes of fun, until I felt like crud again and had to lay down. I hope to be feeling better by tomorrow but right now I'm sore and tired. So back to bed with me, Nat is asleep right now, apparently taking care of me is exhausting, tomorrow I find out how many of the seven eggs fertilized and their quality. More tomorrow.....
Sunday, April 02, 2006
More Birthday Fun!
Today was a fun day spent in Lancaster County celebrating Nat's uncle Arthur's (Pud) 60th birthday. I was feeling pretty good today, nice weather and good food, not so bad. As the day has progressed I have gotten increasingly nervous and now at 8pm I'm wondering if I will be able to sleep! I just wanted to pass on a few pictures and distract myself in the process; cute babies and puppies are an easy target for that!!
This little cute thing is Maya; she is Nat's step-cousin, or something like that. She will be turning 1 in about 2 weeks and is she ever adorable, look at those big blue eyes! Even though she was fighting off a cold she had a blast watching the puppy run back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth. She would laugh every time "Skipper" would come anywhere near her, I'm telling you babies and puppies, great combo!
This is Skipper, Pud's birthday gift. He's a Sheltie, and oh my gosh is he furry! We had a lot of fun chasing him around the yard and when I picked him up he just snuggled with me for about 10 minutes; it was like holding a giant teddy bear. Hopefully tomorrow I will have another puppy picture up here; my sister Sarah and her husband Tim were bringing home a 10-week-old golden retriever today. (I'm hoping for a special guest appearance tomorrow after my retrieval!)Ok well I guess it's time for me to attempt to relax and sleep, big day tomorrow. I'll try and let you all know how things went when I am awake and alert, no druggie blogging for me! Thanks again for all of your thoughts, prayers and support, it has helped me in ways you will never know.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Monday
I was right, Monday morning it is. My retrevial is set for 10am and although I am under anesthetic, twilight, I should be home by noon. Woo-hoo!!! The transfer is most likely going to be wednesday, which just happens to be Nat's uncles 60th birthday, so hopefully that will be some good luck?! I have a long weekend of shots and drugs ahead of me so if you need me you know where to find me! :)
It's the final countdown.....
The countdown is on.......
I just returned from the doctors office and my first ultrasound for this cycle, finally. As I said in my last post they were concerned by my Estradiol numbers, a little low, so the pumped up my Follistim intake and as of today their trick worked! I haven't gotten my blood work results back yet but from the ultrasound I can safely say that my retrieval will most likely be Monday, if not Sunday.
I went in today expecting that I would have a few small follicles, still developing, and that I would be back in two days for a follow-up check and then we would see some maturing. Nope! I have twelve measurable follicles, larger than 12mm, seven on my right and five on my left. I'm an egg making machine! Out of those twelve, seven are mature, meaning larger than 18mm so if we had the retrieval tomorrow I would most likely have seven eggs. I couldn't believe it, I feel like I was in much more pain the last time I did this, maybe I'm just handling it better? Who knows. All I know is that I respond to medication really, really well!!
The next step is taking what they call a "trigger shot". At some point, either tonight or tomorrow night, I will give myself yet another injection of a drug called Ovidrel. Ovidrel is given about 36 hours before the retreival as a final push for the maturation of the eggs and to loosen them up for the retrieval. Lisa, the ultrasound lady, figures with the Ovidrel I might be able to pick-up a lagging follicle or two and maybe get 8-10 mature eggs. (fingers crossed) I had 10 mature eggs last time so anything in that range would be fantastic!
So now I just sit and wait for instructions from Sue, the drug lady at the Fertility Center. She normally calls around 1pm, so I have an hour to wait patiently, yeah right, for my final instructions.
I can't believe this is it!!!!!
I just returned from the doctors office and my first ultrasound for this cycle, finally. As I said in my last post they were concerned by my Estradiol numbers, a little low, so the pumped up my Follistim intake and as of today their trick worked! I haven't gotten my blood work results back yet but from the ultrasound I can safely say that my retrieval will most likely be Monday, if not Sunday.
I went in today expecting that I would have a few small follicles, still developing, and that I would be back in two days for a follow-up check and then we would see some maturing. Nope! I have twelve measurable follicles, larger than 12mm, seven on my right and five on my left. I'm an egg making machine! Out of those twelve, seven are mature, meaning larger than 18mm so if we had the retrieval tomorrow I would most likely have seven eggs. I couldn't believe it, I feel like I was in much more pain the last time I did this, maybe I'm just handling it better? Who knows. All I know is that I respond to medication really, really well!!
The next step is taking what they call a "trigger shot". At some point, either tonight or tomorrow night, I will give myself yet another injection of a drug called Ovidrel. Ovidrel is given about 36 hours before the retreival as a final push for the maturation of the eggs and to loosen them up for the retrieval. Lisa, the ultrasound lady, figures with the Ovidrel I might be able to pick-up a lagging follicle or two and maybe get 8-10 mature eggs. (fingers crossed) I had 10 mature eggs last time so anything in that range would be fantastic!
So now I just sit and wait for instructions from Sue, the drug lady at the Fertility Center. She normally calls around 1pm, so I have an hour to wait patiently, yeah right, for my final instructions.
I can't believe this is it!!!!!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Not too bad.
Other than the fact that I am horrible at giving myself shots, this round of treatments is going pretty well. As you can see the bruises are even smaller than previous goose eggs, so I'm improving in my bad qualities as well!! Yesterday was my first round of bloodwork; my Estradiol levels were lower than they should have been so they boosted the level of Follistim that I'm getting every night. It's not that big of a deal except for the fact that there is now so much medicine in the syringe that I have to depress the plunger with the other hand, my finger spread isn't long enough! I am just beginning to feel the side effects of the Follistim, mainly bloating, which isn't that bad. I'm sporting sweatpants full time now and will be until the middle of next week, another thing I can easily live with. I am beginning to worry about over hyperstimulation of my ovaries again, last time we did this they ended up being 4 times their normal size for about a week and let me tell you it is noticeable and not fun! This time since they are upping my medication mid-cycle I'm feeling a bit more vulnerable, like it could get hairy again. I guess it's better if I not speculate on the pain, although I can't stop thinking about it.
Well I am going back to bed; did I mention that I am constantly tired? I have actually been sleeping pretty well, no need or even want for afternoon naps, but I still feel like I'm dragging myself around everywhere, I blame it on the hormones!! So I am going to lie in bed, watch some cartoons, get a little reading in and then at some point get up and accomplish something. Hopefully?!
I hope you are all having a great week, enjoy the weather for me! I'll update tomorrow after more blood work results are back.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
New House Picture
Sorry I wanted to add this the the following blog, but of course forgot. Please continue to the blog...
Too Much To Do
We have been extremely busy here, so once again I have to go on the defense and apologize for the length between writings. I am going to try to explain everything that is going on here but in a nutshell, how did I get in such a nut? (bonus points if you can name that movie), we are most likely moving again! I know what you are thinking, "didn't those weirdos just move two years ago?". Yes, yes, us weirdos did just move here, two years ago in May, but as fate would have it we fell for a house right down the street!
The house we have put under contract, yes we have moved that fast, is a 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath ranch style home with an unfinished walk-out basement. From our current bedroom you can see the back of the house, it's about 2 blocks down the road. It was built about the same time as our town home, 2004, and at 2100 sq. Feet it is actually a little smaller than our current house. Ok so now you are thinking we have lost it, and I would for the most part agree, but this house is designed with no wasted space so 2100 sq. Ft. feels larger. The house consists of the rooms mentioned above, a large dining room, a great room, and eat-in kitchen. Oh did I mention, we would finally have a garage, hallelujah!! Both Nat and I agree that the house is small, but efficient and with 2000 sq. Feet of unfinished basement the room to expand is there in spades.
Finding a new house was easy and fun, now comes the hard part, selling our house. Ugh. Surely there must be no greater evil than putting your house on the market, keeping it spotless, and then waiting for someone to buy it. Everything the cat has is now relegated to the basement, I refuse to cook anything with more than five ingredients (too messy), and keeping the bathroom hairless (my fault, I married an Italian!!) has become my obsession. So I have all of this and, oh yeah, I'm going through my last IVF cycle. Hehe!
Yep, started my shots 12 days ago and so far I think I have been doing pretty well. I have been off a little on my sleep and I am tired a lot, but compared to the first two trips down this path, Im doing A-Ok. (No hot flashes!!) Tomorrow night I begin my Follistim, which is the medication that stimulates my ovaries to produce numerous follicles. Once the Follistim begins to work I will become increasingly uncomfortable, which is also about the time they decide I should have bloodwork and ultrasounds every two days. Weird huh? As of right now I am scheduled for my retrieval between April 2nd-4th and the transfer the 5th-7th, so we are coming up on this last try rather quickly.
Yes, I am excited about this try, 3rd times a charm! Unfortunately I am also being realistic, so I am still looking into adopting. Nat and I have both come to accept our situation and not look at it as a burden, or cross to bear, rather a path to parenthood that most don't have the opportunity to appreciate. We know that eventuality of parenthood is right around the corner, which makes this final attempt so exciting and nervewracking. I am trying to stay calm and this moving thing is actually helping take my mind off of the shots and tiredness. I still can't believe that this is it though, two years of infertility treatment boil down to this one last attempt. In most ways I am ready for it to end, I just won't know to what degree until it is truly final. I guess we will just have to wait and see.
Well that's it from me, I have to get moving on my day. I just wanted to give you all a quick, but lenghty, update on the situation here. Now that I am grounded for the next two weeks I should be updating a little more frequently, suggestion not promising. Enjoy the rest of the week and if you are in the area and looking for a great town house, we will be open Saturday and Sunday 1-4pm.!!
Final Note:
Happy Birthday's (belated to some)
Emma Marie Becker turned 1 whole year old on March 9th!!!
My father-in law Brooke had a birthday on March 21st!!
Last but not least my mother Connie Sylvanus has a birthday tomorrow, March 24th!!
The house we have put under contract, yes we have moved that fast, is a 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath ranch style home with an unfinished walk-out basement. From our current bedroom you can see the back of the house, it's about 2 blocks down the road. It was built about the same time as our town home, 2004, and at 2100 sq. Feet it is actually a little smaller than our current house. Ok so now you are thinking we have lost it, and I would for the most part agree, but this house is designed with no wasted space so 2100 sq. Ft. feels larger. The house consists of the rooms mentioned above, a large dining room, a great room, and eat-in kitchen. Oh did I mention, we would finally have a garage, hallelujah!! Both Nat and I agree that the house is small, but efficient and with 2000 sq. Feet of unfinished basement the room to expand is there in spades.
Finding a new house was easy and fun, now comes the hard part, selling our house. Ugh. Surely there must be no greater evil than putting your house on the market, keeping it spotless, and then waiting for someone to buy it. Everything the cat has is now relegated to the basement, I refuse to cook anything with more than five ingredients (too messy), and keeping the bathroom hairless (my fault, I married an Italian!!) has become my obsession. So I have all of this and, oh yeah, I'm going through my last IVF cycle. Hehe!
Yep, started my shots 12 days ago and so far I think I have been doing pretty well. I have been off a little on my sleep and I am tired a lot, but compared to the first two trips down this path, Im doing A-Ok. (No hot flashes!!) Tomorrow night I begin my Follistim, which is the medication that stimulates my ovaries to produce numerous follicles. Once the Follistim begins to work I will become increasingly uncomfortable, which is also about the time they decide I should have bloodwork and ultrasounds every two days. Weird huh? As of right now I am scheduled for my retrieval between April 2nd-4th and the transfer the 5th-7th, so we are coming up on this last try rather quickly.
Yes, I am excited about this try, 3rd times a charm! Unfortunately I am also being realistic, so I am still looking into adopting. Nat and I have both come to accept our situation and not look at it as a burden, or cross to bear, rather a path to parenthood that most don't have the opportunity to appreciate. We know that eventuality of parenthood is right around the corner, which makes this final attempt so exciting and nervewracking. I am trying to stay calm and this moving thing is actually helping take my mind off of the shots and tiredness. I still can't believe that this is it though, two years of infertility treatment boil down to this one last attempt. In most ways I am ready for it to end, I just won't know to what degree until it is truly final. I guess we will just have to wait and see.
Well that's it from me, I have to get moving on my day. I just wanted to give you all a quick, but lenghty, update on the situation here. Now that I am grounded for the next two weeks I should be updating a little more frequently, suggestion not promising. Enjoy the rest of the week and if you are in the area and looking for a great town house, we will be open Saturday and Sunday 1-4pm.!!
Final Note:
Happy Birthday's (belated to some)
Emma Marie Becker turned 1 whole year old on March 9th!!!
My father-in law Brooke had a birthday on March 21st!!
Last but not least my mother Connie Sylvanus has a birthday tomorrow, March 24th!!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Goodbye 20's!!
BYE-BYE 20's!!! Today is the last day I will spend as a freewheelin twenty-something and tomorrow I begin anew in my 30's, as a bonafied adult. I know half of you reading this are thinking ugh 30 and the other half are think aahh 30, either way tomorrow it's happening to yours truly and to be honest, I'm excited!!!
No, really.
Sure I’m a little sad to say farewell to my 20’s, they were pretty awesome as far as decades go. (They sure beat being in my teens!!) But would I want to relive them or repeat them, no freakin’ way! I guess if history has anything to say about my aging thus far it is that my life is only getting better; I mean let’s face it I am way ahead of where I was 5, 10, 15 years ago, would I switch places with 25 year old me, no way Jose!
I’m excited for what my 30’s will hold, children, nieces and nephews, new friends and exciting adventures. I welcome this new chapter of life. Sure I’m going to start finding wrinkles and gray hairs, who cares, I can sit down with friends I have had and kept for over half of my life and laugh about it. Now that’s something worth celebrating!
So as I turn 30 I thought it would be appropriate to leave myself some good memories about the past 10 years, so please indulge me in remembering:
The Best Things That Happened To Me In My 20's: My TOP 10!!!
No, really.
Sure I’m a little sad to say farewell to my 20’s, they were pretty awesome as far as decades go. (They sure beat being in my teens!!) But would I want to relive them or repeat them, no freakin’ way! I guess if history has anything to say about my aging thus far it is that my life is only getting better; I mean let’s face it I am way ahead of where I was 5, 10, 15 years ago, would I switch places with 25 year old me, no way Jose!
I’m excited for what my 30’s will hold, children, nieces and nephews, new friends and exciting adventures. I welcome this new chapter of life. Sure I’m going to start finding wrinkles and gray hairs, who cares, I can sit down with friends I have had and kept for over half of my life and laugh about it. Now that’s something worth celebrating!
So as I turn 30 I thought it would be appropriate to leave myself some good memories about the past 10 years, so please indulge me in remembering:
The Best Things That Happened To Me In My 20's: My TOP 10!!!
10. Retaining friends from high school, I don’t think many people can say that their best friends when they turn 30 are the exact same as they were when they were 18.
9. Becoming a Burt, from Grandma Lucia down to cousin Natalie. Those Italians love their family and love to eat, ain’t nothin’ wrong with living that way!
8. Becoming friends, not enemies, with my parents. (Wouldn’t have said that 15 years ago!!)
7. Buying my first and second homes, mostly my second because I love it so much.
6. Living in Texas, it was fun while it lasted and made me fall in love with my favorite American city, thus far, Austin!
5. Getting to see many of my best friends get married and being in two of the weddings (Amy and Karen)
4. Ben, Emma, and Makenzie, they didn’t happen to me, but my friends really have some good lookin’ kids!
(Tie). Adopted my fat cat Scout!!
(Tie). I saw both of my sister’s, Liz and Sarah, marry.
(Bonus on this one was I got to be the Matron of Honor in both weddings!!)
1. I married my favorite person in the world!
Well that's it from here!! I have to hurry up and do something crazy before I turn 30 and it's already noon. ( 12 hours left!!) Aagh!!!!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
One More Try
I said I wasn't going to go through it again, in fact I think I swore that I wasn't going to do it again. The disappointment, drugs, injections, moodiness, I was quitting and we were moving on to adoption. Nat and I had the talk a half a dozen times; we were both defeated and ready to be happy and excited about something again. Two years was long enough, starting in December we decided to stop talking about babies and just enjoy each other’s company. We had planned on taking 6 months off, time to enjoy turning 30 and celebrate our 5 year Anniversary, then get down to business with adoption paperwork.
It had been a refreshing change in the house, a rebirth of normal conversation. No more talks of strange bruises and hot flashes; instead we talked about investment opportunities and the possibility of me working and going back to school. I began sleeping again, we started eating better and we had planned trips to Texas and to Montana. All this time we were getting back to normal when the conversations slowly turned back to the inevitable, what about that third round of IVF that the insurance would cover?
I guess it started creeping back into conversation when we innocently began looking at new homes. Every comment was about space for kids, their room sizes, family room sizes and if the yard could accommodate an impromptu kickball game. I envisioned my children and their friends coming home after school and playing in the yard, grandparents coming over on Christmas morning, and aunts and uncles teaching them jokes and telling them embarrassing stories about us. It all came back, all of the emotions, the desire and the yearning to have a child.
The conversations may have slowly turned back to this "last chance" but the emotions came flooding back all at once. One night after dinner I looked up at Nat and blurted out that we had to try again, just one more time. I couldn't leave the job 2/3rds done, we had this one other shot just hanging out there and I felt like it was taunting me. Initially Nat was the one that was dead set against doing this again, but he too had cracked, it was time for one last go.
Gone is our trip to Texas, my reaquaintence with sleep, and meaningful discussions. We have traded it all in for one last shot to try and have a baby. One last attempt and then we can truly be at peace with the decision to move forward with adoption.
(More on the upcoming IVF soon, we are looking at the beginning of April)
Thursday, January 19, 2006
I'm so dizzy, my head is spinning.....
In my ever growing quest for normalcy, in life and health, I have come up short, again. It is times like these when I wonder what I must have done as a child to deserve this constant barrage of weird ailments, I'm sure if you ask my parents they could render a lengthy list within a nano-second, but it digress. What, you ask is plaguing me this time??
The dizzies.
Not strong enough to mean anything to a medical professional and not weak enough to ignore; as Goldy Locks herself realized, they are just right. By just right I mean I have lost a little bit of my balance and I have motion sickness without the sickness, meaning I move my head to quickly and my stomach moves from my throat to my knees instantly, but I don't get any nausea. What I do get is pharmaceutical grade Dramamine which renders me worthless in 20 minutes.
Example:
This morning I woke up around 8:30am ate some breakfast, read the paper and popped a little pill. By 9am I was laying in back in my bed, still in my robe, with the sheets covering only my lower right leg. I was aware that I needed more sheets but I was literally useless, my arms and mind were shutting down and were apparently fine with the current situation.The next time I was conscious it was 11:30am, and I awoke to cat hair tickling my nose seeing as my cat decided to nest on my face while I was passed out. She normally does like to sleep close to me but I can only assume that most times I am with it enough to change positions and maneuver around her. Not on this stuff!! Once you are out, you are out. This brings us to yet another challenge, driving.
I am not allowed to drive while taking this stuff. For the first time I think I am going to heed my doctors warning about drugging and driving. Just typing this blog is making me realize that I am wacked out, it has taken me about 25 minutes to get this far and I have used the spell checker three times because I couldn't remember how to spell some not to tough words. I would give examples but I have already forgotten which words they were, hehe, I'm senile too!
Back to the point; I am stuck at home with my cat who has apparently been trying to smother me for quite a while, a pile of dirty laundry, which in sickness or in health I would ignore, and a blockbuster online movie that has been here since September that is dying to be watched. I have stuff to do and a cat to make amends with and yet I still can't cure the wanderlust within, I already want to break out. I know I can't drive, I mean I really understand this time, mailboxes would be just obliterated all around town if I were driving, but I'm bored and it hasn't even been 24 hours since I have been under house arrest.
On the flip side I always know if I get too bored I can pop a pill and lose a few hours, it might not be the best solution for killing time, but it's handy. Just kidding people, I have better things in mind to kill time; my stories, as Grandma Lucia calls them, tend to keep me entertained. "Days of Our Lives" may be tacky but damn if it doesn't take an hour from you without you realizing. Plus Amy Mishler's mom, Mrs. Lauer, sent me some salad recipe's so maybe I can hone my inner chef, starting with salads seems the least deadly cooking I can do with narcolepsy. (spell checked that one and I actually got it right!!!)
Well it's time for some lunch and another pill, another nap, and another chance for Scout to give me some "death snuggling". My doctor told me that this should all go away within a week or two so I am homebound for at least a little while longer. If you want to keep me company feel free to stop over or call between the hours or 8-9am, 12-2pm, and 5-8pm, I should be up then!!
The dizzies.
Not strong enough to mean anything to a medical professional and not weak enough to ignore; as Goldy Locks herself realized, they are just right. By just right I mean I have lost a little bit of my balance and I have motion sickness without the sickness, meaning I move my head to quickly and my stomach moves from my throat to my knees instantly, but I don't get any nausea. What I do get is pharmaceutical grade Dramamine which renders me worthless in 20 minutes.
Example:
This morning I woke up around 8:30am ate some breakfast, read the paper and popped a little pill. By 9am I was laying in back in my bed, still in my robe, with the sheets covering only my lower right leg. I was aware that I needed more sheets but I was literally useless, my arms and mind were shutting down and were apparently fine with the current situation.The next time I was conscious it was 11:30am, and I awoke to cat hair tickling my nose seeing as my cat decided to nest on my face while I was passed out. She normally does like to sleep close to me but I can only assume that most times I am with it enough to change positions and maneuver around her. Not on this stuff!! Once you are out, you are out. This brings us to yet another challenge, driving.
I am not allowed to drive while taking this stuff. For the first time I think I am going to heed my doctors warning about drugging and driving. Just typing this blog is making me realize that I am wacked out, it has taken me about 25 minutes to get this far and I have used the spell checker three times because I couldn't remember how to spell some not to tough words. I would give examples but I have already forgotten which words they were, hehe, I'm senile too!
Back to the point; I am stuck at home with my cat who has apparently been trying to smother me for quite a while, a pile of dirty laundry, which in sickness or in health I would ignore, and a blockbuster online movie that has been here since September that is dying to be watched. I have stuff to do and a cat to make amends with and yet I still can't cure the wanderlust within, I already want to break out. I know I can't drive, I mean I really understand this time, mailboxes would be just obliterated all around town if I were driving, but I'm bored and it hasn't even been 24 hours since I have been under house arrest.
On the flip side I always know if I get too bored I can pop a pill and lose a few hours, it might not be the best solution for killing time, but it's handy. Just kidding people, I have better things in mind to kill time; my stories, as Grandma Lucia calls them, tend to keep me entertained. "Days of Our Lives" may be tacky but damn if it doesn't take an hour from you without you realizing. Plus Amy Mishler's mom, Mrs. Lauer, sent me some salad recipe's so maybe I can hone my inner chef, starting with salads seems the least deadly cooking I can do with narcolepsy. (spell checked that one and I actually got it right!!!)
Well it's time for some lunch and another pill, another nap, and another chance for Scout to give me some "death snuggling". My doctor told me that this should all go away within a week or two so I am homebound for at least a little while longer. If you want to keep me company feel free to stop over or call between the hours or 8-9am, 12-2pm, and 5-8pm, I should be up then!!
Monday, January 09, 2006
Saturday night was the annual holiday office party for Nat's company so we were down in Baltimore at the B&O Railroad Museum. The museum houses old railcars, engines, and even machines used to fix the railways themselves; it was awesome! Nat and I meandered around like the little nerds we are to read all of the information about the museum and the fun stuff inside, Nat even missed a group picture because no one could find him, oops!! I really wanted to get inside one of the engine cars but they actually had things roped off as if we were going to get crazy and wreck the place, hello these are computer people not sailors!! (Andrew)
The setting was really cool, the food was only so-so, but they did redeem themselves by having not one but two fountains of chocolate, one regular and one dark. Luckily we sat at the table nearest to the regular milk chocolate fountain, and by luck I mean we purposely sat there when we saw the caterers putting up the fountain, so we were first in the very long lines to get some chocolate covered bananas, marshmallows and pretzels. I bet you wish you were there now, huh?!
Oh, the picture above is of us with Nat's cousin Steff and her fiance Justin. As nepotism goes, Nat got Justin a job this year with a division of his company so we are starting our own mini-empire in the computer world. If you wouldn't have guessed Steff is on the Italian side of the family, her mother and Nat's mother are sisters. She obviously stole all of the Italian from everybody else!
In other news, Nat and I decided to skip the adoption meeting this past weekend. Well we didn't actually skip it, we postponed it. Nat and I both decided to take a longer break from all of this baby stuff, focus on other things for a while. We have some big events coming up, I turn 30 in March, we have our 5th wedding anniversary in May and he turns 30 in June; we want to enjoy those events, not stress about paper work and meetings. In all reality taking another few months off won't hinder the process by much anyway since China requires us both to be 30 when we submit our dossiers. So a few months off to clear our heads and hopefully squeeze in a trip to Texas and then we will be relaxed and ready for the road ahead.
Okey dokey people, that's all I have for now. I hope the new year is treating you all well so far, so far so good here. I'll be talking to you soon.......
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year!!!
Goodbye 2005, Hello 2006!!!I hope you all had a great Christmas and fun New Year's Eve. Our Christmas season was hectic as usual, but this year we added a twist, a super fun twist.
We had a Christmas party!!
The Friday before Christmas Nat and I had a great shindig for our oldest friends here at our home. It's hard to see everybody these days since most of my friends have spread themselves far and wide so a party at Christmas, when they all come home, was the best time to rope them all together. The morning of the party I had a list of people who were definatly coming, 22 people, and a list of maybe canidates, 4 people. Well I guess word got out that Suzi Sylvanus was having a party, high school flashback, becuase we had 33 people show up. Woo-hoo!!
Still got it!! (or maybe free booze still has it?!)
We had a blast and I think everybody else did too, so as of now the 2nd Annual Christmas party is on for December 22nd, same time, same place. Mark your calendar!
That's it for now; I'm beat. Karen and Andrew partied us out last night in Annapolis and Nat's parents stuffed us with pork and sauerkraut this afternoon; it's 10pm and Nat and I are both in our jammies and the big guy is already in bed. We are wusses. You will hear from me next weekend, saturday is our first adoption meeting, yay! Until then..............
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Another Adventure
Merry Christmas Everybody!!!
So much has gone on since my last posting I don't know where to begin. I guess I'll start with our follow up appointment with Dr. Filer, that was last Monday. As usual he couldn't tell us that anything went wrong, in fact once again he said that it was a perfect cycle; for some reason my embroys just won't latch on. Nat and I then explained to him that we were going to quit for a while and he said that physically and emotionally that was a good idea. After all nerve damage wasn't what I wanted after this whole process.
I also talked to Dr. Filer about some research I had been doing online about Metabolic Syndrome. I have picked up self diagnosing myself from my mother-in-law and this time, unlike most, I hit the nail right on the head. Basically some women with PCOS develop an insulin resistance that along with lowering your metabolism increases your risk of heart attack, stroke and diabetics. I seemed to fit the symptoms and when my blood work came back with raised insulin levels it was confirmed. I am now on a medicine called Glucophage that should help my body regulate it self.
29 years old and I'm falling apart!
I guess I should say we are falling apart, Nat and I. Soon after the meeting with Dr. Filer Nat started getting sick, or I should say sicker. I won't go in to details but I will say it ended up with Nat being home from work for two days and it was capped of by an "emergency" colonoscopy on Friday. He is mostly well, we are awaiting some test results but the scary things like cancer have been ruled out.
Well that's been the excitement around here; add a little snow and some Christmas decorating you have the rest of our days.
On a brighter note Nat and I have decided that we are going to pursue adoption, specifically from China. We are so excited! There are a ton of agencies that handle adoptions from China so right now we are weeding through all of the brochures to try to find one that best suits our desires. So far there are two standouts, Adoptions From The Heart and Great Wall. There is a ton of information on both of their websites if you want to take a look, I don't want to bore you with all of the stuff I have been learning. The government of China does require that both parents be 30 years old to adopt so Nat and I will have to wait until June to submit any paper work, but in the meantime we have scheduled two meetings to find out how much we can do in the interim.
So it looks like we are undertaking yet another lengthy task, but one that will be completely worthwhile. The two meeting are in January so I might not have anything new until then, but if I do I will keep you all posted.
Again I would like to thank you all for every thought, prayer and email that you have sent me and Nat this year. It has been a rollercoaster ride that I am definitely glad to bring to an end. Keep your fingers and toes crossed that 06' will be our year! (finally!)
I wish you all a very heartfelt Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, especially to our 1st timers Ben, Emma, and Makenzie. Enjoy!!!
So much has gone on since my last posting I don't know where to begin. I guess I'll start with our follow up appointment with Dr. Filer, that was last Monday. As usual he couldn't tell us that anything went wrong, in fact once again he said that it was a perfect cycle; for some reason my embroys just won't latch on. Nat and I then explained to him that we were going to quit for a while and he said that physically and emotionally that was a good idea. After all nerve damage wasn't what I wanted after this whole process.
I also talked to Dr. Filer about some research I had been doing online about Metabolic Syndrome. I have picked up self diagnosing myself from my mother-in-law and this time, unlike most, I hit the nail right on the head. Basically some women with PCOS develop an insulin resistance that along with lowering your metabolism increases your risk of heart attack, stroke and diabetics. I seemed to fit the symptoms and when my blood work came back with raised insulin levels it was confirmed. I am now on a medicine called Glucophage that should help my body regulate it self.
29 years old and I'm falling apart!
I guess I should say we are falling apart, Nat and I. Soon after the meeting with Dr. Filer Nat started getting sick, or I should say sicker. I won't go in to details but I will say it ended up with Nat being home from work for two days and it was capped of by an "emergency" colonoscopy on Friday. He is mostly well, we are awaiting some test results but the scary things like cancer have been ruled out.
Well that's been the excitement around here; add a little snow and some Christmas decorating you have the rest of our days.
On a brighter note Nat and I have decided that we are going to pursue adoption, specifically from China. We are so excited! There are a ton of agencies that handle adoptions from China so right now we are weeding through all of the brochures to try to find one that best suits our desires. So far there are two standouts, Adoptions From The Heart and Great Wall. There is a ton of information on both of their websites if you want to take a look, I don't want to bore you with all of the stuff I have been learning. The government of China does require that both parents be 30 years old to adopt so Nat and I will have to wait until June to submit any paper work, but in the meantime we have scheduled two meetings to find out how much we can do in the interim.
So it looks like we are undertaking yet another lengthy task, but one that will be completely worthwhile. The two meeting are in January so I might not have anything new until then, but if I do I will keep you all posted.
Again I would like to thank you all for every thought, prayer and email that you have sent me and Nat this year. It has been a rollercoaster ride that I am definitely glad to bring to an end. Keep your fingers and toes crossed that 06' will be our year! (finally!)
I wish you all a very heartfelt Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, especially to our 1st timers Ben, Emma, and Makenzie. Enjoy!!!
Monday, November 28, 2005
Boo Part Two
Well here we are once again; another failed attempt at this IVF/FET thing. I had the blood test done this morning and this time I was feeling pretty good about the outcome. I don't know what in particular made me feel so positive but I really thought this was the month, Nat and I both did. The negative result threw us both for a loop.
We are doing well now; Mexican food and beer helps. Over chips, salsa and some Dos Equis we decided that we are going to take a little break from all of the drugs and heartache. To us it seems as though our past year has been all about having a baby and since we have had to deal with a bunch of negative results we are at a bit of a breaking point. We aren't giving up forever, just taking a much needed break. Part of our break will be looking in to international adoption, China in particular. We are both looking forward to learning about the program and about the possiblity of bringing home a little girl of our own.
We are bummed about todays results, don't get me wrong, but we aren't giving up just yet. I know no matter what happens my friends and family will be there to support us in our decisions and that keeps me staying positive.
I'll continue to update my blog, but it might be a bit more random as events unfold. Thanks again for all of your thoughts, prayers and support. I promise you that it has helped more than you could ever know.
We are doing well now; Mexican food and beer helps. Over chips, salsa and some Dos Equis we decided that we are going to take a little break from all of the drugs and heartache. To us it seems as though our past year has been all about having a baby and since we have had to deal with a bunch of negative results we are at a bit of a breaking point. We aren't giving up forever, just taking a much needed break. Part of our break will be looking in to international adoption, China in particular. We are both looking forward to learning about the program and about the possiblity of bringing home a little girl of our own.
We are bummed about todays results, don't get me wrong, but we aren't giving up just yet. I know no matter what happens my friends and family will be there to support us in our decisions and that keeps me staying positive.
I'll continue to update my blog, but it might be a bit more random as events unfold. Thanks again for all of your thoughts, prayers and support. I promise you that it has helped more than you could ever know.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
What I'm Thankful For
This Thanksgiving season I have many things to be thankful for; I have a husband who loves me, a great family, a super awesome fat cat, a nice home and wonderful friends. Yet yesterday my previous reasons to give thanks were all blown away by one simple thing;
NO MORE PROGESTERONE SHOTS!!!!!!! (Woo-hoo, yippie, halleujah!!)
Here is the lead up story to yesterday:
Nat had been giving me the progesterone shots for just over a week, 16 injections to be specific, and all on my left side because my fertility doctor was concerned that I had some residual numbness on my right side from the previous months injections. I had been waiting since injection one to see the neurologist to get cleared for shots to resume on the right, but when I made the appointment Monday the 21st was all they had, I would have to suck it up and wait through 8 days of shots.
After day 3 my sucking up had been sucked out.
When I say that I was in pain from all these shots hitting one muscle, twice daily, I would be underselling it. My flanks were swollen, discolored, and the muscle was in constant flex. I was walking with a limp, waking myself up in the middle of the night from rolling over, and every new injection would almost bring Nat and I to tears. The best analogy I could come up with was that it felt like stitches that kept tearing open, if you have ever had surgery you know that tugging feeling. I was basically in constant pain with only Tylenol, ice packs and a heating pad at my disposal. Ugh.
By yesterday morning I was ready for that neurology appointment. I knew, just knew, that the doctor would check out my thigh, say it was normal and let Nat resume shooting me in righty. I went to my appointment in the pouring rain and waited patiently for the doctor to clear me and send me on my way.
Not to be. (Of course by now you should know that!)
Now you would think that at this stage of the game I would be prepared for anything; I mean this whole infertility thing hasn't exactly gone swimmingly for me. When I met Dr. May, the neurologist, he began asking me what was going on and I filled him in on the thigh numbness and the tenderness that I still had on my right side. He asked if I was having numbness this time on my left side and of course I was, I had it on both sides last time as well. What's the big deal?
I guess the numbness is always a big deal, he said I should have seen him the first time I had any numbness, it's not normal; You know that does make sense. He made me lie down on the doctor table and proceeded to poke me with a toothpick, and put hot and cold items on the affected areas of my thighs.
Couldn't feel a damn thing.
All this led him to the conclusion that I had actually damaged my nerves. He explained that nerves take a long time to recover so we won't know if it's permanent or for at least 6 months. Can you believe this? By now you are all saying, duh, yes Suzi, you are a walking time bomb. He recommended no more injections and with that no more sore butt, no more leaning and hobbling. YAY!! Is it weird to be a little happy you have nerve damage to get out of something? I'm still taking progesterone in another form, think injection without needles, so my body should stay happy.
So yes I have nerve damage, but since it might not be permanent (fingers crossed) I am going to look at this with positivity. Another crisis somewhat avoided.
Well Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! I hope you all spend the day with people you love and give thanks for those who love you. Talk to you soon!!!
NO MORE PROGESTERONE SHOTS!!!!!!! (Woo-hoo, yippie, halleujah!!)
Here is the lead up story to yesterday:
Nat had been giving me the progesterone shots for just over a week, 16 injections to be specific, and all on my left side because my fertility doctor was concerned that I had some residual numbness on my right side from the previous months injections. I had been waiting since injection one to see the neurologist to get cleared for shots to resume on the right, but when I made the appointment Monday the 21st was all they had, I would have to suck it up and wait through 8 days of shots.
After day 3 my sucking up had been sucked out.
When I say that I was in pain from all these shots hitting one muscle, twice daily, I would be underselling it. My flanks were swollen, discolored, and the muscle was in constant flex. I was walking with a limp, waking myself up in the middle of the night from rolling over, and every new injection would almost bring Nat and I to tears. The best analogy I could come up with was that it felt like stitches that kept tearing open, if you have ever had surgery you know that tugging feeling. I was basically in constant pain with only Tylenol, ice packs and a heating pad at my disposal. Ugh.
By yesterday morning I was ready for that neurology appointment. I knew, just knew, that the doctor would check out my thigh, say it was normal and let Nat resume shooting me in righty. I went to my appointment in the pouring rain and waited patiently for the doctor to clear me and send me on my way.
Not to be. (Of course by now you should know that!)
Now you would think that at this stage of the game I would be prepared for anything; I mean this whole infertility thing hasn't exactly gone swimmingly for me. When I met Dr. May, the neurologist, he began asking me what was going on and I filled him in on the thigh numbness and the tenderness that I still had on my right side. He asked if I was having numbness this time on my left side and of course I was, I had it on both sides last time as well. What's the big deal?
I guess the numbness is always a big deal, he said I should have seen him the first time I had any numbness, it's not normal; You know that does make sense. He made me lie down on the doctor table and proceeded to poke me with a toothpick, and put hot and cold items on the affected areas of my thighs.
Couldn't feel a damn thing.
All this led him to the conclusion that I had actually damaged my nerves. He explained that nerves take a long time to recover so we won't know if it's permanent or for at least 6 months. Can you believe this? By now you are all saying, duh, yes Suzi, you are a walking time bomb. He recommended no more injections and with that no more sore butt, no more leaning and hobbling. YAY!! Is it weird to be a little happy you have nerve damage to get out of something? I'm still taking progesterone in another form, think injection without needles, so my body should stay happy.
So yes I have nerve damage, but since it might not be permanent (fingers crossed) I am going to look at this with positivity. Another crisis somewhat avoided.
Well Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! I hope you all spend the day with people you love and give thanks for those who love you. Talk to you soon!!!
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Fingers and Toes Are Crossed!
Good evening all, hummmm I guess it will be morning when you read this, so good morning! It is 11:30pm and I am wide awake, in bed, with nothing but the TV and laptop; I am already sick of the TV so I thought I would let you all know how the day went.
I'll begin by letting you that I thought I wasn't nervous this time around but at 3:30am last night I was wide awake, watching Cops, and trying to lure myself to sleep. I guess on some level it worked because the next time I looked at the clock it was 8am; TRANSFER DAY!!! Yippie!! I started my day with my usual shot of progesterone, a few assorted pills and a hot shower. Nothing out of the ordinary.
On advise from Amy Mishler, Nat and I took a different route to the doctors office this morning, maybe a change of perspective will shed new light on the outcome. We arrived early and to be honest I was a little relieved because I hadn't been drinking the amount of water that I should have been, you know trying to cheat the system. I changed in to that horrible hospital gown that never seems big enough to cover your butt and began taking sips of water when none of the nurses were around, I didn't want them to catch me breaking the rules.
They were running a little late this morning and I wasn't taken into the transfer room until about 11:15am. The first thing they do when you get in the room is lay you down on the table and do an ultrasound to check the fullness of your bladder and guess what?? All of my cheating finally caught up to me, boo. The ultrasound lady, Lisa, looked at me and shook her head; I knew that look. My bladder, and to a larger extent I, had failed the test. For the next 45 minutes I was slamming water down my throat in 8oz. portions, stupid small Styrofoam cups, and after no doubt making everyone in there want to kill me for ruining their lunch break, the transfer was back on.
I was given a shot of Versed, a muscle relaxer, and three embryos were transferred in to me with little discomfort. Once again when they had finished the transfer they tilted the table back and hung me upside down, not really but it felt like it, for 30 minutes. Last time we did this Nat and I read the newspaper and chatted, took the 30 minutes to discuss current events and bond a bit. This time, I fell asleep. I didn't just doze off, I was snoring and dreaming and then next thing I remember is Sue the nurse coming up beside the table and saying "Did she fall asleep?". Yes I did. I couldn't believe how out of it I was, the last time I made it through the 30 minute wait, the car ride home and lunch before I crashed. This time I don't think I even spoke on the car ride home, went straight to bed and woke up around 5:15pm. How strange is that?!
Anyhow, my timing was awesome because about 30 minutes after arising from my drug induced coma my dad showed up with some homemade mac and cheese, which was deliciously cheesy! Five minutes after my dad arrived my father-in-law showed up with two subs and some beef stew, courtesy of my mother-in-law and 10 minutes after that my mom showed up to keep me company and chat. I won't have to cook at all this week, yay for me!
So that was my day. Besides getting busted for not drinking enough water and snoring for the lucky staff at the clinic everything went really, really well. Unfortunately the rest of my day, sleeping and eating, don't really fill the pages so I'm going to have to end this entry. Back to watching Court TV and playing Sudoku...........
I'll begin by letting you that I thought I wasn't nervous this time around but at 3:30am last night I was wide awake, watching Cops, and trying to lure myself to sleep. I guess on some level it worked because the next time I looked at the clock it was 8am; TRANSFER DAY!!! Yippie!! I started my day with my usual shot of progesterone, a few assorted pills and a hot shower. Nothing out of the ordinary.
On advise from Amy Mishler, Nat and I took a different route to the doctors office this morning, maybe a change of perspective will shed new light on the outcome. We arrived early and to be honest I was a little relieved because I hadn't been drinking the amount of water that I should have been, you know trying to cheat the system. I changed in to that horrible hospital gown that never seems big enough to cover your butt and began taking sips of water when none of the nurses were around, I didn't want them to catch me breaking the rules.
They were running a little late this morning and I wasn't taken into the transfer room until about 11:15am. The first thing they do when you get in the room is lay you down on the table and do an ultrasound to check the fullness of your bladder and guess what?? All of my cheating finally caught up to me, boo. The ultrasound lady, Lisa, looked at me and shook her head; I knew that look. My bladder, and to a larger extent I, had failed the test. For the next 45 minutes I was slamming water down my throat in 8oz. portions, stupid small Styrofoam cups, and after no doubt making everyone in there want to kill me for ruining their lunch break, the transfer was back on.
I was given a shot of Versed, a muscle relaxer, and three embryos were transferred in to me with little discomfort. Once again when they had finished the transfer they tilted the table back and hung me upside down, not really but it felt like it, for 30 minutes. Last time we did this Nat and I read the newspaper and chatted, took the 30 minutes to discuss current events and bond a bit. This time, I fell asleep. I didn't just doze off, I was snoring and dreaming and then next thing I remember is Sue the nurse coming up beside the table and saying "Did she fall asleep?". Yes I did. I couldn't believe how out of it I was, the last time I made it through the 30 minute wait, the car ride home and lunch before I crashed. This time I don't think I even spoke on the car ride home, went straight to bed and woke up around 5:15pm. How strange is that?!
Anyhow, my timing was awesome because about 30 minutes after arising from my drug induced coma my dad showed up with some homemade mac and cheese, which was deliciously cheesy! Five minutes after my dad arrived my father-in-law showed up with two subs and some beef stew, courtesy of my mother-in-law and 10 minutes after that my mom showed up to keep me company and chat. I won't have to cook at all this week, yay for me!
So that was my day. Besides getting busted for not drinking enough water and snoring for the lucky staff at the clinic everything went really, really well. Unfortunately the rest of my day, sleeping and eating, don't really fill the pages so I'm going to have to end this entry. Back to watching Court TV and playing Sudoku...........
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Finally
Tomorrow is the big day!
Dr. Michelle called a little bit ago to inform me that go time is tomorrow at 11am. I will once again have to go through the water torture ritual to make sure my bladder is nice and full and have to lie on the table thinking only about the sweet, sweet relief of the catheter. Pathetic huh?
For the FET cycle the doctors have to unfreeze some the remaining embroys that were frozen from the last "fresh" cycle. We chose to have three embroys inserted again and luckily all three embryos that were thawed for the procedure made it out A-Ok so we won't have to use any of the remaining 4. This was actually amazing because Nat and I were told about half of the thawed guys don't make it, so once again we are thinking somebody up there might like us!
Well that is all for now. I will send out an update tomorrow after the procedure and the drug induced nap that follows. At 11am, 10am Central, and 9 am Mountain (don't think I have anyone Pacific) please send me some good vibes, I'll need them!
Dr. Michelle called a little bit ago to inform me that go time is tomorrow at 11am. I will once again have to go through the water torture ritual to make sure my bladder is nice and full and have to lie on the table thinking only about the sweet, sweet relief of the catheter. Pathetic huh?
For the FET cycle the doctors have to unfreeze some the remaining embroys that were frozen from the last "fresh" cycle. We chose to have three embroys inserted again and luckily all three embryos that were thawed for the procedure made it out A-Ok so we won't have to use any of the remaining 4. This was actually amazing because Nat and I were told about half of the thawed guys don't make it, so once again we are thinking somebody up there might like us!
Well that is all for now. I will send out an update tomorrow after the procedure and the drug induced nap that follows. At 11am, 10am Central, and 9 am Mountain (don't think I have anyone Pacific) please send me some good vibes, I'll need them!
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