So the beta HCG rose to 78. More than doubled by 8 points. I’m happy. Sure a lot could go wrong but we are off to a decent start. I bought about 100 dollars worth of pregnancy tests – much to my husband’s chagrin. They weren’t a total waste of money, though – I was able to see the progression and the darkening of the second line which told me that the HCG was indeed increasing – and that saved a lot of tears and agony (I’ll post a photo of them soon for all those who search for such things).
I’m still exhausted and hungry all the time but I can manage that – the idea that IVF and all its trapping might be a thing of the past just seems too good to be true!
I had a wonderful conversation with Dr. Schoolcraft yesterday. I’ll post more about that later – for now, I’m going to try to take a nap.
Thanks for checking in – still kinda shocked that some 50 – 100 of you actually read a blog that deals with news about my boobs and ovaries.
I just had my trigger shot. 8 follicles have grown – which is just amazing on such low dosages of medicine. I’m not comfortable at all – I feel like my ovaries are huge bags of rocks. My doctor gave me an extra night of stimulation drugs to get a few more to grow and it worked. Tomorow afternoon we will have our first insemination and then on election day morning we will have the second. I should ovulate at approximately 9:45am on Tuesday – 36 hours after the trigger shot. Again, I don’t have a great deal of hope – the odds are something like 8% to 17% that this will work- this was more an exercise in medication experimentation and I’m happy with the results.
I do have to pinch myself when I start daydreaming that maybe, just maybe we’ll get boy/girl twins out of this but that would be like the Mets winning the world series.
My ovaries are absolutely killing me.
Tomorrow more blood work, ultrasound and then trigger tomorrow evening.
I’m completely fed up with needles, drugs, headaches, mood swings, swollen ovaries, being poked and prodded with the dildocam and seemingly flushing money down the toilet – right now I am just a damn medical experiment and the worst thing – I am my own creation!!
I guess it is either this or settle for one child because getting C to adopt or donor egg is going to be a battle that I don’t think I want to wage.
But I do try to finish my day by hoping for something – today I will hope that nobody eggs my house and that I don’t stuff my face with reeces peanut butter cups. There.