After 6 nights of stims (1,650iu Follistim, 90iu Low Dose HCG, 150iu Lupron), here's where we're at:
Lining: 7.0, type 1
Right: 11 follies (five 14-15, two 11-13, four 10)
Left: 8 follies (one 16-17, two 14-15, two 11-13, three 10)
E2: 2,277
Prog: 1.5
Instructions: same dose tonight (250iu Follistim, 15iu Low Dose HCG, 5iu Lupron), return tomorrow for monitoring.
I saw my doctor for monitoring this morning. He is soooooooo cute. I mean, completely adorable. Just the way he talks you through everything, "Ok, so let's take a look at the uterine lining now. We're just going to measure it here." So cute. I want to fold him up and put him in my pocket. LOL
Doc told me that there are eight follies in range right now, and possibly four more that could catch up. He said I'll either trigger tomorrow or Thursday, and my ER will be either Friday or Saturday.
I asked him what would happen if our embryos arrested... would we get a call before Day 5? Or would we have to wait for the final report? He told me that we'd actually have to wait for Day 6 for the report, but, "don't think so negatively. Think positive!" I replied, "I was just thinking history." He told me that he was happy with the way things were going now. He's so cute, so fine, I'll listen to him ;)
But seriously, it's getting harder and harder to shut down the post-ER fear. I was chatting with some Dreamers on FB chat, and I about had a panic attack. They're so excited that ER is getting so close... the thought makes me want to vomit. I mean, I know. There's no way to stop the clock, and I wouldn't want to do that even if we could. We have to march on, and the results will be what they will be. I have just been doing so well shutting down all of the post-ER thoughts. I truly haven't let myself go there. But soon... really soon... I'm gonna be right in the middle of it. Just the thought makes me sick.
::deep breath:: The one thought that is getting me through is that in a week plus, we will know. Either we will have blastocysts or we won't. And whichever it is, I know eventually we will find peace and happiness. I guess it's the process of working through it all that turns my stomach.
Yay for a cute doctor! That makes appointments easier for sure! I am glad that he is thinking positive about your ER. I can only imagine how incredibly nerve racking this part of the process must be. I, unfortunately, have no words that can comfort you. But, I am thinking of you always, and sending all of the positive vibes, juju, and anything else that I can.
ReplyDeleteI am doing a small good luck dance at my desk for you right now hoping that you have at least one beautiful blastocyst that ends up being your take home baby. Seriously, dancing right now. ::wiggle wiggle dance dance::
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Haha! I love the dancing! Thank you, dear! There really isn't much that anyone can say right now... it's just a waiting game. But the dancing makes me smile, so thanks!! Haha!
DeleteAwesome report. Sounds like the stimming is going great!
ReplyDeleteI laughed at the folding him up and putting him in your pocket. I say that all the time. I'm glad this doc is cute as can be.
I can't provide any magical words but just know that you are in my thoughts. I hope a calming peace can come over you for the next week and that everything works out with all of your dreams coming true. Big hugs! Love ya!
I seriously wanted to pinch his cheeks like he was a little kid! Absolutely adorable! Haha!
DeleteThank you so much for your support! I hope our dream comes true... but even if it doesn't, I suspect things are going to be alright eventually. It's just that turbulent time while dealing with the news... that is what fills me with fear. But we'll manage! And hopefully we won't have to figure that part out :)
I'm so glad to hear that your doctor thinks that everything is going well. I really, really hope that this is it for you. I have everything crossed and I will be thinking the best thoughts for you over the next few weeks. Hugs and good luck <3
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear, I've been thinking of you too! This is *tough* but somehow we'll get through it!
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