Monday, December 29, 2008

Russian spies

We just got back yesterday from our Christmas vacation. After indulging a bit, I am now back on will not be my enemy.  While on vacation, I had a dream that I gave birth to a baby girl and named her Elsa. (I don't think that name is even on my list. It's a long list.) Then I found myself walking out of the hospital to send my family an email with the good news, but I also had to get my daughter from where she was being taken care of.  As I was walking, I noticed a Russian spy stealthily tracking me. I didn't feel all that threatened, but she was an odd presence. I laughed when I realized she is probably a dream manifestation of  my RE!  Let's just say she doesn't give off any warm fuzzies freely. 

Actually, speaking of her, there's something I'd like to get off my chest. After the first unsuccessful IVF cycle, I went in for an office chat and while she did have lots of positive comments, of course I glued myself to the negative one. She mentioned that several of my eggs were fertilized by more than one sperm (these were not counted in the 7 overall fertilized number). When I mentioned this to my dear sperm provider, he made some jokes about my easy (read "come on in, boys") eggs and then reminded me that we had assisted hatching, so wouldn't it make sense to have an increased chance of a third wheel? Yah-take that, I thought. Too bad I didn't think of that in her office, but c'est la vie. I think I have finally loosened my unhealthy grip on her negative egg comment, but a little sensitivity from some doctors wouldn't hurt. 

I go in for my pre-lupron test on Friday.  A little scared about it, since I didn't take it last cycle...I haven't allowed myself to google its side effects since the time it resulted in "menopause-like symptoms." Maybe it's not that bad??

Saturday, December 13, 2008

The best 2WW ever

No joke. I drank, I didn't stress, I shed no tears, I ate junk was actually kind of a relief to go through an entire luteal phase knowing that (ruling out immaculate conception), there was no way I could be pregnant. You see, you know those magic few hours of OMG! my OPK is speaking to me, the stars are aligned, the line is dark and...yah, well...that was the time that my DH and I were 7 hours apart for Thanksgiving. For four days. Not that a pregnancy was likely, seeing that we are now on the exclusively IVF  track. We started with an IUI cycle that never happened b/c of what they called an "exuberant" egg production. I was transferred to IVF. I will probably talk about that experience in another entry. 

For now, suffice it to say, I got my period today and it was the most anti-climatic one I've ever had. The funniest part has been seeing "symptoms" that I normally freak about. For example, there was the day I was sooo hungry all day. Not b/c I was pregnant. Or the day I had those funny stabbing cramps. Not b/c I was pregnant. There was also the day I had a horrible headache, or the day I came home exhausted. Guess what? Not b/c I was pregnant. Cheers to day one. Looks like the party will really get going at the end of January. 
p.s.-It feels good to be blogging! I'm no longer a lurker.