Saturday, March 5, 2011

Day 6 - BAH!!

Yesterday we went in for an update scan and blood draw. It's pretty routine and I'll have at least one or 2 more of those before we go to 'harvest'.

**Side Note** I don't think I've ever said anything about Reproductive Resource Center and Dr. Brabec. RRC is a bunch of idiot robot monkeys. I hate everything about going in there and the more I have to go the angrier I get that they're still in business. Now, I know I don't pay these people to have personalities, or even care about me as a person. However, I do pay them to know what we're going through, figure out the best plan of attack, and not lie to us. The sad thing is that if you complain about the service at a place like this everyone immediately thinks it's because you're bitter because you don't have a baby. If you do have a baby, then you probably forgot how stupid Dr. Brabec is....it's a viscous cycle....oh well.  If we do a round 3 we're not doing in at RRC, that's for sure!

Anyway, back to my story (I feel better now). The scan didn't give us the results we wanted or were hoping for. Last time, at this stage in the process, the technician counted 17 follicles. This time only 14 - even though I'm on  a crap-ton (yes, that is a scientific measurement) more meds. They did say my estrogen levels were about 1/3 higher than last time, so I think that's positive...I don't really know because no one will take the time to tell me what anything means and I'm always talking to someone different.

That's our news for the week and we go back in for another blood draw and scan on Monday morning to determine when we go in for the spring harvest.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Day 3 - Sharin' the Love

I feel pretty good today. I'm exhausted, but I think that's a pretty standard thing these days. My body's doing lots of thinking about baby makin'. My body is also doing all kinds of things that I didn't know it could do at one time, but I'm down to being able to count all of my drugs on two hands (before I had to take off my socks too).

I was looking through my (huge) box of mail order injectable drugs today and realized they keep sending me crap! Every time I call them they send me more than enough of everything. I think I have enough 'sharps' to last a lifetime and a half.

That got me to thinking, maybe I should donate all of my unused needles and alcohol wipes to those less fortunate heroine addicts. I mean, come on, I'm not going to be able to single handedly stop them from shooting up - I might as well do the next best thing and make sure they're using clean needles. The problem is, I don't know how to get my items to them. Do I just leave them in a box on a seedy street corner? "Please Take if Needed" Do I take them to a homeless shelter? Do I get in good with the local meth lab? I mean, and really, I don't just want my sharps to go to just anyone - I want to make sure they're going to a good home, where the family will take care and love them.

...I guess I'll just keep them safe with me for a while until I figure out what to do with them...

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Let's Start Over

So it's been a long time since I updated this. But, seeing as I haven't told anyone about this then it doesn't really matter, does it?

Today is Day One of the 'real' drugs for round two of IVF. (Steroid pills, birth control and baby aspirin don't count) The doctor has upped the dosages in hopes that we'll get more eggs, which means more embryos, which means more testing, which means the higher possibility for babies. We don't really talk about round one of IVF because we didn't have the outcome that we were hoping for - and of course we were devastated.

I have a good feeling about this time around. Like I tell Kyle on an almost daily basis, I'm hopeful but I'm not getting my hopes up. Yesterday we went out to breakfast for my dad's birthday. Being the odd family that we are we went to the Miami County municipal airport (don't ask) and I had this terribly odd feeling that I would be taking my kiddos there soon to watch the airplanes take off and land.

Going through this process also reminds me, about 6 years ago, when I cursed Kyle with triplet girls. Little did I know that I was actually cursing myself - or that it could be so close to a reality. One afternoon while we were talking to our social worker (Kate is awesome! She helped us through everything with Madelyn) we said that we would implant every normal embryo we have - if we have any - this time around.

So, here we go for another roller coaster ride! Stay tuned.