Egg Retrieval is slated for Wednesday.
As of today:
Right:
19 mm
18 mm
16 mm - 3
14 mm
Left:
19 mm
15 mm - 2
So it looks like we will get 6 to 9 if all goes well.
Waiting for exact time and everything in this afternoon's call.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Daylight Saving Time sucks....
when you have an 8:45 appointment 1.5 hours away in the City the day after it kicks in.
It was a weekend of doctor visits and a little concern.
We went in Saturday morning and saw that 9 follicles had kept growing and were more or less together, while three decided they'd done enough work and stayed behind. This is okay.
So they said that they didn't want to see me till Monday and we went on our merry way.
Then the phone rang mid afternoon.
My estrogen level had almost quadrupled between Wednesday (679) and Saturday (2179). That could mean one of two things:
1. OHSS - Hyperstimulation of the ovaries which sucks rocks and can require hospitalization.
2. One follicle decided to treat the meds like steroids and ramp up way past the rest of them.
Either way it meant I was going back on Sunday. Really freaking early.
More bloodwork (ask me how sick of needles I am, go ahead, I dare you). (Estrogen today was 2279 so all is well)
Another ultrasound (really sick of those too).
Left side decided to kick start one of the follicles up to 18 mm, but the rest aren't too far behind at 16 and 15mm. So we are still on track and I am still taking shots.
Looks like we will trigger tomorrow night for retrieval on Wednesday. Which means we are looking at a transfer on Saturday or next Monday.
We are so close my friends. I hope to have more good news for you regarding embryo quality by the end of this week.
To those that work with me that read this. I will be late tomorrow (Monday) as I have to be in Marin at 8 am. Meh. I'll be in around 9:30 or so.
It was a weekend of doctor visits and a little concern.
We went in Saturday morning and saw that 9 follicles had kept growing and were more or less together, while three decided they'd done enough work and stayed behind. This is okay.
So they said that they didn't want to see me till Monday and we went on our merry way.
Then the phone rang mid afternoon.
My estrogen level had almost quadrupled between Wednesday (679) and Saturday (2179). That could mean one of two things:
1. OHSS - Hyperstimulation of the ovaries which sucks rocks and can require hospitalization.
2. One follicle decided to treat the meds like steroids and ramp up way past the rest of them.
Either way it meant I was going back on Sunday. Really freaking early.
More bloodwork (ask me how sick of needles I am, go ahead, I dare you). (Estrogen today was 2279 so all is well)
Another ultrasound (really sick of those too).
Left side decided to kick start one of the follicles up to 18 mm, but the rest aren't too far behind at 16 and 15mm. So we are still on track and I am still taking shots.
Looks like we will trigger tomorrow night for retrieval on Wednesday. Which means we are looking at a transfer on Saturday or next Monday.
We are so close my friends. I hope to have more good news for you regarding embryo quality by the end of this week.
To those that work with me that read this. I will be late tomorrow (Monday) as I have to be in Marin at 8 am. Meh. I'll be in around 9:30 or so.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
This could Work
There is more hope in my household today.
We had the ultrasound this morning.
Right Ovary:
Definitely better results than the last time around. I'd be hopping up and down right now but the ovaries REALLY don't like that right now and for GOOD REASON! YAH!
We had the ultrasound this morning.
Right Ovary:
- 5 follicles at 10mm
- 2 follicles at 9mm
- 1 follicle at 8 or so mm
- 2 follicles at 10mm
- 1 follicle at 9mm
- 1 follicle at 8 or so mm
Definitely better results than the last time around. I'd be hopping up and down right now but the ovaries REALLY don't like that right now and for GOOD REASON! YAH!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Where We are...
Thought I'd offer up a quick IVF update post.
1. Microdose Flare Lupron Protocol
2. Double dose of Follistim from last time, no Menopur (good that stuff sucked rocks)
3. Means three shots a day
4. The Follistim hurts more after the fact this time around
5. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, no matter how good the cause.
6. I'm feeling hammered emotionally and physically
7. This cycle started out the same as last. 10 follicle at best first guess.
8. Next ultrasound is Wednesday
9. I'm scared that the results will be the same as last time. But at the same time refusing to worry about it. I cannot change it.
10. This is our last shot
11. Man I wished I'd finished Tuscany so I had something to wrap up in.
12. I really really wish hubby were home right now.
1. Microdose Flare Lupron Protocol
2. Double dose of Follistim from last time, no Menopur (good that stuff sucked rocks)
3. Means three shots a day
4. The Follistim hurts more after the fact this time around
5. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, no matter how good the cause.
6. I'm feeling hammered emotionally and physically
7. This cycle started out the same as last. 10 follicle at best first guess.
8. Next ultrasound is Wednesday
9. I'm scared that the results will be the same as last time. But at the same time refusing to worry about it. I cannot change it.
10. This is our last shot
11. Man I wished I'd finished Tuscany so I had something to wrap up in.
12. I really really wish hubby were home right now.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Look... Knitting
I do still knit. I have proof.That is my basic beanie hat in Plymouth Baby Alpaca in Black. Just over one skein.
I knit this up on size 6's because I wanted this to be nice and tight and warm for the recipient.
On that hat are some stitch markers I received in the mail yesterday as a surprise. They are from Kellie a.k.a Lizardtoes on etsy. Someone knows I like pink and purple and orange. I cannot wait to try these.
I finally got pics of the other things I finished and sent out in the past few weeks to assorted co-workers.That is the Yarn Harlot's One Row Handspun pattern in Paton's Scotland Tweed in a brown with orange, yellow and green flecks.
This particular co-worker told me over a year ago that he got a new jacket that had a brown lining and I offered a scarf to go with it. Sight unseen.
Thankfully I know that when a guy says something is brown, he means brown. Not taupe, or coffee, or nutmeg, or chestnut, but brown. Perfect match if I do say so myself.
Off to Stitches West to drool over fiber galore tomorrow. Should be fun.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Find Out Who Your Friends Are...
I admit to reading the Reader's Digest. I even own a subscription. The latest one has a Quotes page and the theme of the month is Friends.
The two that stood out the most are the following:
"You find out who your friends are when you're involved in a scandal"
"Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families"
I've found this out a few times in my life.
There is nothing more scandalous than getting pregnant at 19 (technically 18 - didn't know it till I was 19) in Alabama in the last 80's while single. I was at college. I wasn't allowed home until the 'issue' was taken care of. And it's very hard to go through something like with so little support.
I tried to get a friend to let me stay with her (i was able to pay rent) since she had a house off campus, but her mother said no, because it would look like they were condoning my behavior. Sigh. Granted this friend, while caving on that issue was extremely helpful after the baby was born and I couldn't pack my stuff for when Dad came and brought me home because I'd had a C-Section.
Finding a place to rent off campus was almost impossible once they found out I was pregnant.
Other 'friends' wouldn't even let me in their place because just being around me made them uncomfortable.
It was hard. I won't sugar coat it. It sucked toast hard. But the two friends that were there for me through the whole thing are friends to this day. I'd do anything for them.
But it also makes you wary. You don't trust people. You don't want to risk losing these people when things get tough again. And at some point they always do.
Second scandal was my divorce. Which, while mostly amicable, still meant people took sides. One friend no longer asked me to be the cookie manager for her daughter's Girl Scout troop because her husband worked with my ex. Most of our friends don't know the full story behind the split. Things might have been different. But even some family members on my side were ridiculously gleeful that I had fallen so far as to get myself divorced. Even better for their opinion was that I lost my job shortly after the divorce was filed. Double whammy. Yah! The golden child has fallen so far off that pedestal, she's never getting back up there. Charming, eh?
With family like that who needs enemies?
But stuff like this helps shape the kind of friend you are. I'll go to the mat for my friends. Not necessarily no questions asked, if they are in the wrong I'm going to tell them.
But if they need my help they know they can call me and I'll do whatever I can to be there for them.
I've got their back and I certainly hope they have mine.
What kind of friend are you?
The two that stood out the most are the following:
"You find out who your friends are when you're involved in a scandal"
"Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families"
I've found this out a few times in my life.
There is nothing more scandalous than getting pregnant at 19 (technically 18 - didn't know it till I was 19) in Alabama in the last 80's while single. I was at college. I wasn't allowed home until the 'issue' was taken care of. And it's very hard to go through something like with so little support.
I tried to get a friend to let me stay with her (i was able to pay rent) since she had a house off campus, but her mother said no, because it would look like they were condoning my behavior. Sigh. Granted this friend, while caving on that issue was extremely helpful after the baby was born and I couldn't pack my stuff for when Dad came and brought me home because I'd had a C-Section.
Finding a place to rent off campus was almost impossible once they found out I was pregnant.
Other 'friends' wouldn't even let me in their place because just being around me made them uncomfortable.
It was hard. I won't sugar coat it. It sucked toast hard. But the two friends that were there for me through the whole thing are friends to this day. I'd do anything for them.
But it also makes you wary. You don't trust people. You don't want to risk losing these people when things get tough again. And at some point they always do.
Second scandal was my divorce. Which, while mostly amicable, still meant people took sides. One friend no longer asked me to be the cookie manager for her daughter's Girl Scout troop because her husband worked with my ex. Most of our friends don't know the full story behind the split. Things might have been different. But even some family members on my side were ridiculously gleeful that I had fallen so far as to get myself divorced. Even better for their opinion was that I lost my job shortly after the divorce was filed. Double whammy. Yah! The golden child has fallen so far off that pedestal, she's never getting back up there. Charming, eh?
With family like that who needs enemies?
But stuff like this helps shape the kind of friend you are. I'll go to the mat for my friends. Not necessarily no questions asked, if they are in the wrong I'm going to tell them.
But if they need my help they know they can call me and I'll do whatever I can to be there for them.
I've got their back and I certainly hope they have mine.
What kind of friend are you?
Friday, February 20, 2009
He Needs More Training...
This is how I woke up Saturday morning:
It was 4:20 in the morning. You cannot possibly blame me.
Hubby and I play an online game called Travian. I'd give you the link but I don't think I need to corrupt any other people today. Just know that it is a massive time suck.
The point of the game, besides taking up all of your spare time, is to be part of the alliance at the end of the server that builds the World Wonder.
Well to build the WW you have to take a WW village. Hubby wasn't slated to take a WW village. We were simply providing support. Well one of the WW's our META was supposed to try to grab wasn't grabbed. The bad guys got it. Hubby is this particular set of bad guys Public Enemy #1. He put together a plan Friday and by the time I got home Friday night had all the troops launched and coordinated to attempt to steal it from the bad guys.
Needless to say he got it and came in at 4:20 IN THE MORNING ON VALENTINE'S DAY and woke me up to tell me. I'd been sick. So I was still sleeping in the recliner so I could breathe at night. Then he left the light on. So I had to get up and turn it off, and crawl back under the cats.
Then HE CAME BACK IN and said that I didn't understand, I have to come help. You have GOT to be kidding me. This for a game, for a WW that he did NOT want.
Needless to say I got up. Put out the call for reinforcements. Needless to say the bad guys wanted it back. A week later we still have it, the bad guys are still pissed about it and all of our spare time is going to managing it.
I love my husband dearly and I want him to see 'end game' because he's been playing since APRIL, but if he so much as even thinks about starting this up on another server I'll strangle him and bury him with his computer under the new concrete area we are forming up in the front yard. Trust me, they won't find him.
So for V Day I got a WW village. I'd have settled for a card*.
* he did take me to dinner but still
It was 4:20 in the morning. You cannot possibly blame me.
Hubby and I play an online game called Travian. I'd give you the link but I don't think I need to corrupt any other people today. Just know that it is a massive time suck.
The point of the game, besides taking up all of your spare time, is to be part of the alliance at the end of the server that builds the World Wonder.
Well to build the WW you have to take a WW village. Hubby wasn't slated to take a WW village. We were simply providing support. Well one of the WW's our META was supposed to try to grab wasn't grabbed. The bad guys got it. Hubby is this particular set of bad guys Public Enemy #1. He put together a plan Friday and by the time I got home Friday night had all the troops launched and coordinated to attempt to steal it from the bad guys.
Needless to say he got it and came in at 4:20 IN THE MORNING ON VALENTINE'S DAY and woke me up to tell me. I'd been sick. So I was still sleeping in the recliner so I could breathe at night. Then he left the light on. So I had to get up and turn it off, and crawl back under the cats.
Then HE CAME BACK IN and said that I didn't understand, I have to come help. You have GOT to be kidding me. This for a game, for a WW that he did NOT want.
Needless to say I got up. Put out the call for reinforcements. Needless to say the bad guys wanted it back. A week later we still have it, the bad guys are still pissed about it and all of our spare time is going to managing it.
I love my husband dearly and I want him to see 'end game' because he's been playing since APRIL, but if he so much as even thinks about starting this up on another server I'll strangle him and bury him with his computer under the new concrete area we are forming up in the front yard. Trust me, they won't find him.
So for V Day I got a WW village. I'd have settled for a card*.
* he did take me to dinner but still
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