I tried to stay busy all weekend. It was nerve wracking to think about what had come about in the lab during the weekend. I showed up to my appointment early to beat the traffic. It was crazy how slow the week went by and hard to imagine that I had only had the retrieval Sunday before last.
I saw the doctor in the hallway and he told me we had enough embryos to form a basketball team with rotating players. Eleven little embryos made the cut. Not that I hope to need all 11 but it was nice to know that we have a good amount to use. Mike said we needed to start naming them and Tammy told me she would get started on knitting. Ha! How about we start with two and go from there. The doctor has told us several times that he would only put two in. He explained that three or more would not increase chances of pregnancy, but would only increase chances of multiples. Not only is carrying multiples more risky, but it could take away every ounce of sanity I still have.
Everything looks good on the inside as well. My girlie parts are fresh and ready to prep for carrying a sweet thing. The doctor told me that many women would love to have my ovaries. At 39, I feel that parts of me are already falling apart so him telling me that makes me feel young and energized. Think he did that on purpose?!
I will not be put back on birth control as I initially thought. I started pills last night and applied a patch. Together they will balance my hormones and thicken the lining of my uterus, making a nice comfy spot for a baby. May 4th is our target date for the transfer. This is great news because the 4th falls on a Friday so I can bed rest on the weekend and not have to lose more hours at work. It’s all coming together nicely which means that sometime in the next couple of weeks, something will change.
In the meantime, I can start exercising again. I am going to try super hard to work out this water barrel around my waist and eat a bit more vegetables. Out of all the wonderful developments and great news, I did find one downer. This one must be a doozy because it has consumed my thoughts for the past 2 days. Because of the frozen embryo transfer (FET) versus the fresh, I will need to be on progesterone for who knows how long. IM shots (aka, long needles)!!!! How in the world am I going to do that? The subcutaneous shots (aka, tiny needles) were not too bad but it took self pep talks to inflict this pain several times a day. I don’t know that I will be able to pep talk myself into these. I have a few nurse friends and neighbors that I’m thinking of utilizing, but it’s working out a schedule where we are both available that might be tricky. And who (Mike doesn’t count) wants to look at my butt every day??
Don’t borrow sorrow from tomorrow. I will cross that bridge when I get there in about two weeks or so.
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