OK, I totally L-I-E-D about the IUI not working, and I'm incredibly sorry. I hope you can forgive me and understand why I did. Since most of my fair readers are, I think, friends and family we (cough, cough MH) didn't want to come out of the closet. MH is afraid of another miscarriage and having to untell people. Since he is my baby-daddy clearly, I must acquiesce to this, but I'm writing all of these posts in real time.
I began taking Femara, a breast cancer drug that also induces ovulation, in the beginning of January. Then on CD3, I had to go in for an ultrasound to make sure I was cyst-free, and obviously, I was. Then they ordered my drugs from a mail-order pharmacy. I got a trigger shot which is HCG that begins the process of ovualtion and lovely vaginal progesterone suppositories. On CD11, I went in for another ultrasound to check for follicle growth. My RE likes to see follicles that are 19-20mm before you can give yourself the trigger shot. I had a 16 and an 11.5. I was soooo bummed. We were on a very tight timeline before MH's surgery. So the nurse wanted me to use OPKs to detect a surge and then call back to schedule IUI. On CD13, I thought my OPK was positive so I called the office they told me to give the trigger shot and come in the next morning for the IUI. I was terrified of the shot. You have to mix it yourself...scary! I got it mixed and tapped all the air out; I was so paranoid about killing myself with an air bubble. Then I stuck myself in the stomach. It was nothing; I mean I didn't even feel it! Unfortunately, HCG causes a huge burning welt under your skin that feels like thousands of fire ants under you skin stinging you for nearly a week.IUI day was also a breeze. I was so nervous. I had all these fears that somehow MH's count would come back at zero, or that he would get performance anxiety. Of course, none of this happened his count was wonderful. My RE wasn't there since it was Sunday, but the RE on-call was so nice. They insert a catheter into your uterus, and put the washed sperm in then BAM it's over.
The waiting begins. Everything about getting pregnant involves waiting. It's too bad patience isn't one of my virtues. MH's back surgery did serve as a nice distraction. He's fine, and scooting around with his little walker. I think the recovery period is going to be about three months.
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