And I’m not talking about the meatloaf I made for dinner. That was actually pretty good.
The needles, that is, were not so bad.
I got “the call” yesterday from my nurse, telling me that my numbers and ultrasound looked good and I’m ready to move forward with IVF. What a relief – could you imagine getting this far in the process and then being told it is canceled? I actually should not speak (or write), so soon though, as there is a chance that could happen to anyone. The clinic has warned me they could cancel at any time, for many reasons: cysts, over-stimulation, under-stimulation or even turning into a crazy husband-murdering woman (ok, so I made that one up, but I could TOTALLY see how that could happen on these meds…it could be an IVF first)!!!
Either way, I am moving forward – 1 injection in the morning, 2 at night – until Monday, when I go for more blood work and an ultrasound. At that point, they’ll probably change my regimen.
Last night, about an hour before the most painful 5 seconds of my life (complete over-exaggeration), I started preparing for the shots. I re-watched the online “how-to”, washed the counter and my hands about 20 times and paced the kitchen waiting for the clock to hit 8:00.
Sub-concious conversation with myself:
7:29PM – “I’ve been waiting for 1/5/12 for so long…I am so excited it is here”
7:42PM – “Yahoo – this is so great – I can’t wait to start!”
7:48PM – (after looking at the needles) “Oh shit, those look scary”
7:51PM – “Ok, never mind, screw this pregnancy shit. I think we can just get one of those pretend babies, like the ones they give out in high school, the dolls that cry, you have to change their diaper, but at the end of the day, you can just remove the battery and call it quits”
<savior friend arrives>
7:55PM – “Just shoot me and put me out of my misery…that would probably hurt less”
7:59PM – “AHHHH”
8:01PM – “It’s all over?? That didn’t hurt at all”
Luckily, my friend Kristen was there to give me the first shot and make me give myself the second one. I gotta tell you…there is nothing that brings two good friends together more than one pinching the other’s belly fat! The worst part was really just the process and then sitting there, fat pinched, with the needle in your hand…but once it was in, I could barely feel it.
So, as I said, these were not bad at all. Seriously though, the needles for next week look AWFUL. I am going to have to take a picture of the needle because I don’t think you’d believe me any other way – this needle is HUGE! It’s like a damn pencil being inserted into your ass fat – imagine that!!!
Now, it’s 8:06AM the following morning – just finished my morning shot. It was a piece of cake!! – I could do this all day. Oh what a difference 12 hours makes 🙂
Off to enjoy my day, despite:
1. Not being able to get my heart rate above 140 bpm (definition = no running, skiing, hard hiking, snow shoeing…pretty much everything I would want to be doing this morning) so instead I’ll be going for a long walk….wah wah!
2. Not being allowed to take baths (although, did you know sitting on the bench in the shower with the heat cranked up for about 30 minutes is very relaxing as well?)
3. Not being allowed to drink more than 1 alcoholic beverage (trick = drink from a VERY large wine glass – it’s still only one drink, right??)
4. No smoking crack cocaine (no explanation needed here)….
….man – life is just so unfair 🙂