This morning I had my first monitoring appointment. It's Sunday, and so I had to wake up really early (for a Sunday) and hoof it down to Rockville. The morning came sooner than I would have liked, because I tossed and turned all night from vivid crazy dreams. I'm sure it's the hormones. Vivid dreams would be great if they were about babies and happiness.... instead I dreamt that I was being tracked by vampires who wanted to turn me into one. When I woke up, I asked Lovey if he set the alarm so no one could sneak in the house. So dreams, and really bad headaches are pretty much all the side effects so far. Although, just today, I finally feel like something is happening in my ovaries. Yay!
In the ultrasound this morning, the tech said she could see 10, yes TEN, follicles on my right ovary and 6 follicles on my left ovary. I tell you, this is waay better than expected!! During our work up tests, the ultrasound showed only 4 follicles on each ovary. You know what more follicles mean? More eggs,... which can lead to more embryos, which can lead to more babies!!
I know, this is such a bizarre way to look at procreation.... like a science experiment really. (well... except I hope it's less of an experiment and that they know what they're doing!) But this is the hand we've been dealt. I talked to Mom (John's mom) the other night... and we agreed, if I was sick with cancer (god forbid) I would use medicine to fight it with all I have. In this case, we're fighting for our future baby's life. And, it's not playing God. God gave mankind the knowledge and the ability to develop science and medical technology. Right...?
Thoughts that tumble into and out of my red head - from our infertility journey to adoption to negotiating a corporate desk job, running our own business, and mommy-hood.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
"I'm a doctor, why am I here?"
Yesterday we had our Injection Class. Lovey, true to form, says to the nurse during introductions, "Well, I'm a doctor so I wasn't sure I had to come to this class." I couldn't contain the laughter to let him keep the charade going.
The class started about 30 minutes late. We hung out in the waiting room, wondering what the delay was and if we should be talking to someone or what. I seem to always feel that way in the doctors office. While they're all very nice, I think they do this sooo much they assume that I know which room to sit in and who I'm meeting with. (Like Monday, after the ultrasound, I marched myself right into Dr. Khan's office and sat down. I didn't realized he looked surprised until he said, 'No you need to go next door and Tracey will go over your protocol" Ooops!)
So... we stuck needles into these flesh colored flat fake boobie things. Lovey demonstrated with gusto just how he will give me the trigger shot in my bum. OMG - I was even scared as he jabbed the needle down on the table. But the nurse seemed to get a kick out of us. She explained a little more about, ahem, "the birds and the bees". Because really, this is how we're making a baby.
Tomorrow, I will start sticking my tummy with needles. I can't believe it's finally time to really get started.
Last week, my meds were delivered to work. I knew some had to be refrigerated and I thought I would be slick and put them in a lunch bag in the office fridge. Not so much, it was a huge silver bag that needed to be refrigerated, so I shoved it into the back - on top of an old pizza - and hoped for the best. Then on my way home, I stopped at the craft store. If we need to store these meds handily on the counter, I want to make it fun. So I picked up a few photo boxes and some scrapbooking stickers. I adorned the boxes with the stickers and stashed the meds inside. Two on the counter and one in the fridge. That's a lot of drugs!
The class started about 30 minutes late. We hung out in the waiting room, wondering what the delay was and if we should be talking to someone or what. I seem to always feel that way in the doctors office. While they're all very nice, I think they do this sooo much they assume that I know which room to sit in and who I'm meeting with. (Like Monday, after the ultrasound, I marched myself right into Dr. Khan's office and sat down. I didn't realized he looked surprised until he said, 'No you need to go next door and Tracey will go over your protocol" Ooops!)
So... we stuck needles into these flesh colored flat fake boobie things. Lovey demonstrated with gusto just how he will give me the trigger shot in my bum. OMG - I was even scared as he jabbed the needle down on the table. But the nurse seemed to get a kick out of us. She explained a little more about, ahem, "the birds and the bees". Because really, this is how we're making a baby.
Tomorrow, I will start sticking my tummy with needles. I can't believe it's finally time to really get started.
Last week, my meds were delivered to work. I knew some had to be refrigerated and I thought I would be slick and put them in a lunch bag in the office fridge. Not so much, it was a huge silver bag that needed to be refrigerated, so I shoved it into the back - on top of an old pizza - and hoped for the best. Then on my way home, I stopped at the craft store. If we need to store these meds handily on the counter, I want to make it fun. So I picked up a few photo boxes and some scrapbooking stickers. I adorned the boxes with the stickers and stashed the meds inside. Two on the counter and one in the fridge. That's a lot of drugs!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Dear Trip....
I've decided to dedicate this blog to our future child. Of course, right now, "its" name is Trip. That's for John Joseph Jr... Triple J...Trip. However, I assure you no matter boy or girl we will love and cherish Trip just the same! (Of course... I seriously doubt a girl would wind up with the name Trip in this case!)
I have three things I want to put out there in this blog....
1. A little essay I found entitled "Meaning of Life." It's a sweet couple of paragraphs that speak about the desire to become a Mommy and the intention to never take a moment of it for granted. Of course I could simply copy and paste it here... but I have better plans for it.
2. "Dear Trip..." I want to put together what Lovey and I are going through to get to our child. Someday they'll be able to read it know just how badly they were wanted and just how much they were loved even before they were in Mommy's tummy.
3. I've got plans and goals and ideas... and a running list of rainy day treats in my head for when our child is here. I'm so excited for the magic of childhood. Okay... really - I'm ready for a good excuse for Lovey and I to play and have fun and not get all the sideways glances. (You know... like wearing a chicken costume in Target) Oh the fun we will have and all the adventures we will take!!
I have three things I want to put out there in this blog....
1. A little essay I found entitled "Meaning of Life." It's a sweet couple of paragraphs that speak about the desire to become a Mommy and the intention to never take a moment of it for granted. Of course I could simply copy and paste it here... but I have better plans for it.
2. "Dear Trip..." I want to put together what Lovey and I are going through to get to our child. Someday they'll be able to read it know just how badly they were wanted and just how much they were loved even before they were in Mommy's tummy.
3. I've got plans and goals and ideas... and a running list of rainy day treats in my head for when our child is here. I'm so excited for the magic of childhood. Okay... really - I'm ready for a good excuse for Lovey and I to play and have fun and not get all the sideways glances. (You know... like wearing a chicken costume in Target) Oh the fun we will have and all the adventures we will take!!
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