Last blog post of the day, I swear.
In an effort to fully document this madness that is our first donor egg IVF cycle, I will be posting daily* with my CD numbers and various and sundry commentary as we get closer to retrieval and transfer, scheduled for mid-September. As in, just a couple of weeks from now.
(*and by write a post daily, I mean every day except Labor Day weekend. I’m off to a wedding in a rural area where cell phones and internet don’t work so well.)
It’s CD 2 all up in my lady bid’ness. After calling in my day 1 Sunday morning and then not getting home until 2AM Monday morning, I was reluctant to get out of bed at 6:30am this morning. Before I left the house, I realized I needed good luck totems and fast! So I grabbed two bracelets: a red beaded bracelet made for me by my friend Natalie (who, I got to see last night since my birthday and I’m so glad I did) and another red beaded bracelet with a tiny “hope” charm, a giveaway I won from Suzy’s blog.
I had my ultrasound and day 2 blood work done. They measured my estrogen, progesterone and FSH levels.
I would like to marry the phlebotomist that did my draw this morning: one and done in less than 30 seconds. Normally, my blood draws are a 20-30 minute affair. I should have asked her name so I can call ahead and see when she’s in, because she my new BDFF (Blood Draw Friend 4Evah).
After my draw, it was time for my date with Wanda.
A funny moment on the ultrasound table; the tech asked me to press down on my left side. After I could feel her digging around (which didn’t feel too great because hello menstrual cramps), I realized she was looking for something that wasn’t there.
“Are you looking for my left ovary?” I offered.
“Yeah,” she said, puzzled.
“Yeah, that’s because it’s not there. I had it removed 12 years ago.”
“Ok good, because I thought I was losing my mind over here.”
(Note to self: remind ultrasound tech before next appointment that I’ve only got Rightie.)
My clinic called me this afternoon with good news: baseline everything looked great and it was time to start poppin’ pills – 1 mg of estradiol, twice daily, in addition to the prentals and baby aspirin I’ve been taking.
Of course, my pills are 2mg each, so I have to use our mini-baker’s knife to cut my pills. There’s something weird about keeping a kitchen utensil in the bathroom. Something that just doesn’t feel right about that.
So at this very early stage of the game, I’m just poppin’ pills. I head back to the clinic Friday morning for more bloodwork and another ultrasound. Here’s hoping I’m done bleeding by then because, ew-transvaginal-ultrasound-while-on-my-period-ew. I know Wanda uses protection but still – it just grosses me out.