Aug 26, 2016
I had my first monitoring appointment today for my FET (frozen embryo transfer).
I will be going in every Friday until transfer.
Assuming my body behaves itself and my lining grows accordingly, along with my hormone levels, we are THREE WEEKS out from my anticipated transfer date.
21 days, folks!
I can't believe, after all of this time, we are less than a month away from what the TTC (trying to conceive) community calls being PUPO, or Pregnant Until Proven Otherwise!
So, a little clarification for any verbiage up above, that you may be shaking your head at in confusion.
Transfer is the scheduled day that we thaw our embryo and transfer it back into my body via a thin catheter. I will have everything scheduled with a nurse at the Highland Park facility.
Dr. Jacobs performs the procedure, which takes less than 10 minutes.
I already did my trial transfer and everything went swimmingly.
No bumps or polyps or weird curves in my uterus to be concerned about.
I will be doped up on Valium for the big event.
I was on the same meds for my trial transfer and it is the BEST because it literally washes all your worries away.
I clearly remember the morning of my trial transfer, we were late, as always, to make my appointment, and I didn't even care.
Normally I would be a ball of nerves but I just smiled and kept saying how pretty all the greenery was. #hippy
A not-so-fun part about all of this is, since August 15, I have been completing nightly Lupron injections.
These continue up until a week before transfer.
And I'll be honest, I totally thought they would be a cake walk.
The shot itself, actually is.
It's a tiny little insulin needle and I'm only drawing up 10 units of liquid, about the length of your pinky nail.
But the side effects.....look out.
As I mentioned in my last post, I have felt off recently.
I really had no reason to be, I just felt really anxious and sad and well.....hopeless.
And I started getting worried because anxiety and depression runs in my family and I don't want to compound everything I'm going through with actual depression.
I recognized I had an issue, but then thought....what if it's the Lupron?
Everyone always complains about these crazy headaches they get while on the medication, but I thought I dodged the side effects bullet because that never happened.
To Google I went....and sure as shit, the rare side effects include:
These fucking meds are literally making me loopy.
Although it hasn't really subsided much, at least I have a diagnosis, so when I'm feeling on the verge of a meltdown (which is like every 30 minutes) I just tell myself it's not me, it's the meds, and it sort of helps......kind of.
Starting tomorrow my dosage gets bumped down to 5 units so I'm hoping for some relief in the coming weeks.
My lining also needs to cooperate.
Starting tomorrow I add in estrogen patches, called Minivelle, to the mix.
So right now I'm only doing (1) nightly injection.
Tomorrow begins (1) injection and (2) Minivelle patches, to be switched out for new patches every two days.
These patches look like those Nicorette patches, only they are worn on my abdomen, around my bikini line.
The Lupron wards off ovulation so I don't produce and release any more eggs, and the estrogen helps to thicken my uterine lining.
This normally happens when you ovulate, by the way, but since I'm taking injections to make sure that doesn't happen.....you get it.
I think they are looking for something around 10mm in thickness when we finally get to transfer week.The embryo needs something plump and cushy to settle into!
Chugging right along!
So that's my update for the week! Thanks for reading along! XO
⋅ Labels: IVF
Aug 22, 2016
Sunday I turned 33.
Happy Birthday to me!
I have high hopes for this year, but today.....today is different.
It's real talk time. (yes, there is bitching in this post but it's my birthday and I do what I want)
I'll be honest, I'm not in a celebration kind of mood.
I didn't want a party or cake or presents or anything.
I already got my awesome genetic results and couldn't be more grateful.
THAT is the gift that will hopefully keep giving for the rest of my life.
We are at a weird point in our lives right now.
There is just a lot of stuff going on at the moment, and I'll feel better once we move past it.
You know when you are in the middle of some serious shit, like something bad happened to a family member, or you got hurt, or you are worried so much about something, and while you are going through it, you have this insane adrenaline rush and can't believe you are keeping up with it all and still putting a smile on your face...but then you finally turn a corner, and the pain and suffering and chaos washes away, and you are sitting there.....exhausted?
Anyone? Just me?
Well, that's what is happening right now.
I am mentally drained.
The ups and downs of IVF this year seemed like a roller-coaster I was never allowed to hop off of.
With the results of our PGD testing, I feel like we finally rounded that corner and can move at a more relaxed pace through to the finish line.
Between the nightly Lupron injections, an earlier alarm clock to get back at the gym, and the never-ending background noise that is family drama, I feel like I could fall asleep for the next year and still not feel rested.
One big ticket item: our finances are crazy right now.
I mentioned in the past that our out-of-pocket expenses were through the roof this year, and it kind of all came to a head early-August.
Nothing I wasn't anticipating, but it gets overwhelming seeing a pile of debt when you didn't go on a lavish vacation or really do anything "fun" to accumulate said debt.
IVF will do that to you.
And yes, I know it'll all be worth it, once getting pregnant works, but right now, in this moment, we seem to just be going in circles, with no end in sight.
Anyways, always wearing the Mrs. Budget hat, I laid out a plan that would clear our debt by the end of the year, although it would mean the continuation of completely eliminating frivolous purchases.
We would also have no wiggle room should anything else go south.
(I think my plan would actually make us kill each other, to be honest. I mean...exactly HOW LONG can a married couple go without a bit of frivolous spending? We are currently at the 9 month mark....
And let's not EVEN get into my sad, neglected wardrobe. HOW MUCH LONGER can I wear a bra with the wire stabbing me in the boob before I throat punch someone for looking at me weird?
But I digress.....)
I told Mark about everything.
He's not really one to understand finances and find a solution without stressing out.
I usually just handle everything and it always works out.
But at that point I was feeling overwhelmed.
Like.....rush home and nearly hit three people trying to get there only to arrive and kind of hyper-ventilate cry and make my husband scared for my sanity overwhelmed.
Because my rational thoughts at the time included, but weren't limited to:
What if the insurance company denies our (huge) claim?
How am I going to save up for maternity leave?
I don't know how to make extra money!
What about my BRA?!
We talked about our options.
Mark thought for a moment, then said he will fix up the four-wheelers so we can sell them.
I immediately agreed.
We had talked about this option in case times got tough, and I think now is that time.
So that's what he did this weekend.
I photographed them and we'll put them on Craigslist.
The price for the two of them should knock out a good chunk of our debt, and then we just have to pray the insurance comes through with our reimbursement.
I will breathe a sigh of relief at that point!!
Looking back on my 32nd birthday, I realized just how far we'd come in one year.
Granted, I still don't have a baby, but we made some MAJOR head way this year, and I am so thankful after all the set-backs, we are in a good place with a good chance.
I think that is another major reason why I'm not super celebrate-y right now.
I am waiting for THAT main event as well.
We are in the final countdown to see if everything we have worked for...is actually going to work.
And I am waiting with baited breathe until it does.
However, I should really toot my own horn a bit, because I FUCKING HANDLED THIS YEAR LIKE A BOSS. All the shots, all the appointments, all the monitoring, all the nerve-wracking results.
We got through them, so far, and I didn't end up in a mental institution!
If anything, THAT ALONE is a huge reason to celebrate!
We'll get through this. All of it. All the nerves, all the debt, all the everything.
It's just a season of life. The good and the bad.
Cheers to 33!
It's going to be the best one yet!!
Now I'm off to bed....again. :) XO
⋅ Labels: Seasons of Life