This has been a pretty crazy week and it's only Tuesday! Today would have been my original retrieval date had everything gone picture perfect. I'm okay with the fact that it didn't go as planned, it's just hard for me sometimes because I like to be a control freak and plan my life, and IVF is very much out of my control. My ultrasound this morning showed that I still had 23 follicles between 15-19 in size. They want the majority about 18 in size, so I am getting close, but it will most likely be a Friday retrieval, which means telling my boss for a third time that things have changed without explaining what it's for - awkward!
I had run out of Menopur, my morning shot, yesterday. I called to order more and didn't think it would be a big deal because in the past orders have arrived by 10am, so that would just put me taking it a few hours late. Well 1pm today came and went and the shots still hadn't arrived. I called my nurse and she was in the process of hunting some down at a local pharmacy downtown when B called on the other line and said the shots arrived - just in the nick of time!! B ran it over to me at work and I ran down to do the injection in his car. Of course Menopur is a special injection that requires 4 viles, 2 liquid and 2 powder that I had to mix in the front seat of his car - I must have looked like a drug addict to people walking by!
A few hours later, my nurse called back when I was in a meeting about my protocol for tonight and tomorrow. I guess one of my hormone levels is too high and if it doesn't fall below 1, they will have to do a freeze all which will result in a FET (frozen embryo transfer) the following month. I was told not to take any of my stims tonight or tomorrow morning and just to take the Lupron, Lovenox, and Dexamethasone and hope the numbers drop. I am trying so hard to be positive and pray that if I need to wait a month to get a healthy baby out of this, that is what needs to happen, but I often want it all and want it now, and patient I am not (also, per above, not good at things outside of my control). So we'll find out more tomorrow, but asking for prayers for a healthy child (or two) first attempt even if that means waiting a month.
Tonight B is making BBQ chicken pizza and I plan to relax on the couch and try to relax. Note to self - starting a new job week of egg retrieval is probably not the best idea!
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