"Chugging Along"

It was finally time for our 1st ultrasound visit since I begun my injections. We were feeling extremely confident. I've always done well in this department so I was actually just excited to get that lucky number. So my hubby and I roll up to the doctor's office on the positive train and prop myself up in those mighty stirrups. It takes a brief minute for the doc to count...maybe too brief. We hear him out loud saying 1,2,3,4,5 and 6. That's it??? I was sure we would of had it least 10. I tried to remain seated in that positive train but I could feel that all too familiar feeling setting in...disappointment. I could then feel myself getting upset with myself for feeling disappointed. We leave the office and have a lil pep talk huddle with each other, so within moments we were back chugging along on our positive train. I then take the shots for two more days before another untrasound. This time we get the lucky number 7. My husband was feeling very optimistic about this number and I have to say I was too. Maybe I'll have quality over quantity. There was just one concern, they were growing at at a slow pace or we like to think of them as not quite ripe enough. Those lil guys were just taking their sweet lil time. Maybe they just need a little more time to marinate before they became juicy grade A huevos. 

Needless to say my huevos took A LOT of time marinating, which meant more moolah for drugs and my poor body wigging out after an extensive amount of time being on hormones. My cycle actually ran as long as an average cycle can go. I could feel myself beginning to break. The negative and worrisome thoughts began shooting at me from all angles. I could not shake them. My moods were like a roller-coaster, up and down and all around. It was exhausting!!! Our FINAL ultrasound arrives and we receive the final tally....10!!!!!! Woo-hoo!!!!!! We were ecstatic and relieved that everything finally proves to be working out so far. I am officially ready for them to retrieve those eggies and get them cooking! On to the next hurdle...

"Don't Sweat the Small Stuff"

After a few days of morning & evening injections, the fun side effects began to kick in. The first of em-those good ol' night sweats. I got a quick glimpse of what it must be like to be a 55 year old woman in menopause. Talk about good times!!!I would wake up completely soaked. My hair felt as if I had just hit the gym for a couple of hours. Groooooss! Surprisingly very minor cramping and the moodiness was waiting for later on I suppose. My body began to adjust and I could feel the night sweats subsiding. As for my mental psyche, I was feeling cool as a cucumber. It was the strangest thing. Where did that worry wort inside of me go? Maybe it was the hormones that was keeping me calm and collected or perhaps this was the calm before the storm. Only time would tell....

"Rocky Start"

Well it's been about 3 months since I've written on my blog. Unfortunately it has not been due to a whirlwind of excitement and baby bliss. To tell ya the truth, I'm just now feeling up to writing about this insanity of an experience. No one could have prepared me for the emotional impact IVF was going to have on my life. 
Let's see...where should I begin? Day 1 of IVF was not quite what I had anticipated. The hubs and I go in for a routine ultra sound before I can begin taking those fun-filled injections. We look on the ultrasound and what do we see? Something out of a 1950's horror movie. It was the Blob! SCREEEEEAAAAM! In medical terms, a cyst. I couldn't believe it. I was in shock! I've never had anything like this pop up at my countless doctor visits. I could begin to feel the disappointment set in. That feeling I'm well too familiar with. It's so typical for something like this to happen. It's taken so much time and courage to take this leap and here we are, another road block. The doc says two words to us...CYST-ASPIRATION. What the hell is that? That definitely does not sound pleasant. Well I would soon find out the following morning. As we are waiting in the waiting room, the nurse gives me a valium to help with my nerves. We wait 20 min for the magical pill to kick in and nothing. I could still feel my stomach in my throat. My dear hubby asks the nurse if I could have another pill and they so kindly obliged. Another 20 min passes and I could feel my nerves slightly subsiding.  I was finally just ready to do it and get this all behind me. Before I knew it, that gnarley lil cyst was sucked on out. It wasn't exactly a walk in the park but I was proud I endured and conquered. We were also pleased to see the fluid from the cyst was clear & did not look cancerous. The cherry on top, we received the green light to begin those fabulous injections. I never thought I would be so excited to be given shots! Another hurdle jumped and one step closer....let the games begin!!!!