The Next Steps
Aunt Flo has arrived and for the first time in my life, that’s good news. That means that Friday I’ll begin my first (and hopefully last) infertility treatment.
Friday, I’ll go in for a baseline ultrasound and a lesson on how to inject myself. I will also start another round of Clomid.
Sunday I’ll start to inject myself with some stuff, and continue to do that every night until Thursday night. Next Friday morning I’ll go in for another ultrasound to see if my folicle is mature (don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about?) and if it is, then that night I’ll inject myself with some other heavy-duty hormone. Then it’s time for doin’ it - actually within 12 hours or so. If the folicle is not mature, then I get to keep up with the other stuff and go in for more ultrasounds until the time is right. What a hassle. Oh, and did I mention the post-coital test? That’s where we do it and then go in within an hour or two so they can test my cervical mucus to make sure my body isn’t killing Jake’s boys. This is so damn romantic. I know you all wish you were me.
I’ll be glad to get started on this process. I’m not sure if it’s related but I’ve had the weirdest, most fucked up and vivid dreams lately. Last night, I was reading before bed and something in my book made me think of my friend Heather who died in 2000. I thought to myself “I haven’t had a dream about Heather in a long time. I wonder if I’ll dream about her now after reading this.” And sure enough I had a dream about her. I don’t recall ever having been able to choose what I dreamed about before. Most of the dream was very similar to other ones I’ve had about her, that she is alive and sick, but doing ok. This dream she was alive and admitted to faking her death. I was so happy to be able to see her and hug her. But then the dream took a really horrendous turn that I can’t even talk about here. Not only is it upsetting, but it sounds stupid when you think about it with your conscious brain. So there’s no point in sharing it here. But one thing I thought was interesting when I woke up in a cold sweat at 5:45 a.m. from that dream was that it was strange that Heather died from ovarian cancer, and I am currently having issues with my slack-ass ovaries. I’m sure it’s all related in my crazy hormonal, emotional brain. I swear, if Jake weren’t getting home at 11 p.m. tonight, I’d take a Tylenol PM so I could get a break from these dreams.
Send me fertile thoughts, will ya? I could use them!
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Ack… I hate medical procedures. I’m a big baby when it comes to that kind of stuff.Hope all goes well for you! Think happy thoughts!
Best of luck to ya. I went the Clomid route 26 years ago. Back then it was the easiest choice. The other choices were ovvary resection, Clomid, or Pergonal. Didn’t want surgery, Pergonal would have made 4 or more babies. Luckily (?) for me the Clomid worked. I ended up with fraternal twins.
FERTILE thoughts coming your way!!!(when I re-read that, it sounds very odd to me….)Well anyway - try to have fun at least with the doin’ it part!!
I certainly hope your folicle is mature. Otherwise, you can’t predict what embarrassing things it may do at parties. One day, my immature folicle ran around with a lampshade on its head (do they have heads?) while singing “To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before.” I could have died!!!
Oooh, good luck! I’ll send all of my fertile thoughts your way!
Fertility thoughts….sent your way. Also some FUN THOUGHTS..even though you’re getting all technical, don’t forget to at least ‘try’ to have some fun..:*)We’re rootin’ for ya!
How I wish I could have a one on one discussion with God over your troubles and worries.”Oh, God. Please, save your daughter from her fears. And show her how much you love her to be healthy and well enough to be a joyful wife to her husband and joyful mother to their children. Do this to the glory of your Holy Name in Christ Jesus our Saviour and Messiah. Amen.”
Fertile Juju coming your way, unless you want a girl. Can’t get you one of them. :)Just popping in from Blog Explosion to say hi!Have a great day!
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