I had my 3rd ultrasound appointment yesterday morning. I had about 10 measurable follicles (better than 7!). I didn't even take the time to try to figure out the actual sizes of each of them, but I know that they weren't huge (with the exception of one monster 23x18).
I left the clinic thinking that I would likely take another night of Follistim and possibly trigger tonight or tomorrow night, so we went on our merry way to our friends house in the afternoon, knowing that we would need to be home by 9:00 in order to take the follistim. I got the call around 4:30 that I would need to take the trigger at 7:30 last night and my retrieval will be Monday morning at 7am. Now, the shot is at home and we are at our friends house 30 minutes away. Another set of friends is there that traveled from CT to make everyone dinner. By the time dinner was ready, we literally had to eat in about 5 minutes, smuggle the yummy deserts in some tupperware and head home while everyone still sat at the table. They all understood, but I felt bad.
We didn't make it home until 7:45. Shot had to warm up to room temp, so it couldn't administer till 8:00.
Me and my worried self is freaking that the 1/2 hour is going to make all the difference to these eggs. I absolutely will make it a point to tell them tomorrow morning. I will likely blurt it out the second we see someone resembling a nurse. The most important injection of the entire cycle and it was late. By a whole 1/2 hour.
Let the crazy, irrational, overly-emotional thinking commence. Poor J. It isn't even the 2ww yet and I am already well on my way to becoming only slightly more rational than someone needing to be committed.
Hopefully I will tear myself away from the computer today. Lord knows that I have clicked on every single search result for 3 day vs. 5 day transfer, egg retrieval preparation, blastocyst vs. oocyte, etc., etc., etc. J wants to go for a drive. I mentioned IHOP. Hopefully we can make a compromise and visit the location by the ocean about 40 minutes away so that he can get in his drive and I can get my all you can eat pancakes. Lord also knows that my thighs really need those.
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Retrieval! Tomorrow! 10 follies!
ReplyDeleteYou're going to tell them about the shot tomorrow, and they will deal with it then. Until then, let it go. There's nothing you can do to change how it went, and you'll do everything you can to make it right tomorrow.
In a few short days, you're going to be PUPO!!!
Woo hooo. You are at your retrieval right now! Hope they get plenty of eggs!!!! Crossing my fingers for you.
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