Monthly Archives: October 2012
..that about sums up how I”m feeling on stims.
I’ve done a crappy job updating on this process.
Lets see, last Monday I had blood & ultrasound and my lining was too thick and my progesterone level was too high. So I continued on with morning Lupron. Wednesday I went back for more blood work and another ultrasound and things looked good so I started 225 units of Follistim last Wednesday night. Jon was traveling for work and I was bored so earlier in the day I had invited my mom to my sister’s restaurant to have dinner. I took the shot of Follistim and walked out the door, not really stopping to think that maybe I should see how I feel on this medicine before sitting at a nice restaurant.
I was fine for about an hour of dinner and then I started feeling really nauseous, extremely tired and thirsty. We cut dinner a little short and I went home. Got sick, cuddled with a hot water bottle and went to bed.
Since then, things have been a little better. Each day I’m a little more aware of my ovaries in general and after the shots I still get really sleepy and thirsty but it’s not the worst pain ever. Mostly it’s just a little uncomfortable.
Anyway. So I continued on 225 units of Follistim from Wednesday night on and dropped morning Lupron shots to 5 units.
Monday (yesterday) I went for blood work and my estradiol level was 528 which is apparently higher than they’d like to see it on CD7 so they had me drop last night’s Follistim to 150 units.
Today I went in for blood work and an ultrasound and I’m waiting to hear back on how that went. The ultrasound tech rattled off a bunch of sizes of follicles while she was taking pictures and it sounds like a I have a lot of follicles on each side all between 8-12mm. We’ll see what that translates to in terms of instructions from my RE whenever they call back this afternoon. I also have to figure out approximately when the egg retrieval surgery is going to be so I can figure out when to go pick up 3 vials of sperm (again, a sentence I really never thought I’d be putting together).
I guess to sum it all up, things aren’t bad. I’m not LOVING the process, but the needles aren’t a problem and the follicle growing is slightly uncomfortable but not insurmountable either.
Boring Post Is Boring.
After 12 days of Lupron, I had my baseline ultrasound and blood work this morning.
Because Jon was heading to Poland later in the day he joined me to witness the joy of a transvaginal ultrasound first hand. Good times as a couple I tell you. GOOD. TIMES.
While she was doing the ultrasound she found 8 follicles between 5-10mm and 5 follicles under 5mm on the right hand side and then went to the left which is where things got a little uncomfortable. Finally the tech said that the reason it was so difficult was because my left ovary was behind my uterus.
This whole thing is a learning process, but I had literally no idea that that was possible. Apparently they move around in there. Who knew? (Ok, fine, probably every rational woman on earth besides me knows that. but the tech was nice about it when I concernedly asked “Oh God! Is that normal??”)
Anyway. The results were that I haven’t gotten my period yet, my lining is still thick and my progesterone levels are still elevated so I just stay on the Lupron for a couple more days and go back for another baseline ultrasound & blood work on Wednesday.
No progress, but I learned something today.
Unfortunately not the fun delicious kind.
I am officially 8 days into daily shots. Every day between 5-9am I stab myself in the stomach with a small needle and inject 10 units of Lupron. I’m sure everyone is wondering how it’s going :p
Because I am a little spoiled, every morning Jon wakes up way earlier than I do so he gets the needle all ready and filled and brings it up to bed, I jab myself and then hand him the needle and go back to sleep while he goes off to work.
It has really not been as bad as I expected. SHOCKING, I know. The jabbing itself is not as hard as I anticipated. The first needle took me about 4 minutes to work up to it and then I realized that it really does not take as much pressure as I thought to get the tiny needle in. The next 7 have gone pretty smoothly although for some reason while my left side is totally fine, my right side has 3 small black and blues. I have no idea what I’m doing differently on that side but it looks ridiculous.
As for side effects, I have had a couple of hot flashes and a few REALLY CRANKY moments. Once when I had to schlep 4 peoples worth of shit around in the rain while those 4 people ran a 5k and the others have just been random and probably unnecessary. I get the feeling that Jon thinks my cranky/bratty moments are funny, so apparently the side effects are not really as awful as I imagined they would be. In general, I feel fine. Some pangs in the ovary-area every once in a while but that’s about it.
Next up: I am supposed to have bloodwork/baseline ultrasound on Saturday but my paperwork says that if I don’t have my period by then I’m supposed to call and I assume that it will be pushed back. I do not have my period nor do I feel like I am about to get it so I assume it will be rescheduled. Which sucks a little because I was hoping that it would happen, Jon would be able to come and then we’d happily move on to Lupron shots in the morning and Gonal-F shots at night and move this little train along.
If the baseline ultrasound/bloodwork get moved back then it will probably fall while Jon is in Poland for a week. So I will be both lonely and cranky. Although I might be able to convince my sister to make me homemade mac & cheese to make up for it, so I got that going for me…
Appointment for CD21 blood work is Wednesday and if I’ve ovulated I start morning shots of Lupron, a drug that by all accounts will make me angry and crazy.
I am officially freaking out about everything. In a previous post I said I wasn’t worried about the ER which…seriously? I must have been delusional or under a post-Napa glow when I wrote that. Last night lying in bed, I actually said out loud to Jon that I was freaking out and as he patted my hand and then started gently snoring, I started breaking down in my head all the things I’m freaked out about. I thought that if I attacked them one by one then I would be less freaked out but then I freaked out about the number of things on the list of things I’m freaked out about. So the strategy kind of failed. But hey, lets break out the list here. Seeing it written out should totally help, right?
- Giving myself shots. It’s possible that Jon might have to travel during shot-giving time. I have to not only endure shots every day I’m going to have to suck it up and figure out how to give them to myself. Lest we forget, the shot I had to take during my last IUI ultimately had to be done by my best friend because I had a panic attack.
- Once I give myself those shots, I’m possibly going to be a moody, angry, crazy beast.
- Further on in the cycle I’ll be giving myself two shots a day. And at that point will probably be bloated, uncomfortable and in pain that no one can really describe to me except as uncomfortable and awful. I think this one is the most all-encompassing. I am scared of how bad I might feel. While I understand and do not need it pointed out to me that childbirth will be worse so I may as well suck it up, the fact doesn’t help.
- During the egg retrieval I will be put under anesthesia for the first time. I am scared I will not wake up from said anesthesia. I am also afraid that because I am panicked about going under, my brain will somehow prevent me from going under and I will feel the egg retrieval. Needles into my ovaries. I don’t want to feel that. But I also don’t want to die.
I am still not scared of the egg transfer. I am sure that we will have a bunch of eggs since I seem to be ok at producing them. I am sort of concerned about going through all of this and having the whole thing not work but also a little scared that it will.
Thus, I am not sleeping a whole lot.
ETA: Um, I totally forgot about the intramuscular trigger shot. Which was my first worry before we even started this process. So we can add that to the list. Having to have my husband jab me in the ass with a two inch needle into a muscle. That is certainly on the list.