Let’s see…where did we leave off?
Right, next step, stimulation! But what does that mean? Turns out, it’s daily shots (2) that will basically shove my body into hyper-ovulation and grow me some follicles (eggs). I ordered all of the medication from a mail order pharmacy. They arrived a few days later in boxes and coolers and I promptly freaked the F out. I made many a Facetime call (thank you Christine, Paige, and Katherine) and said “WTF. I can’t do this. Help.” Christine told me to have a drink and buy myself an organizer. And okay, she’s really smart, so that helped. Paige and Katherine told me everything will be okay and then made me laugh.
This was what I was dealing with once I received the delivery from Fedex.
And this is what my organizational mind accomplished a short time later.
Phew, much better. But still, overwhelming AF. I had everything set up and ready to go, I just needed the green light. The day of my delightful saline sonogram, I received a call from my IVF nurse telling me I was good to start my follicle stimulation medications in a few days. I was given a calendar (thank God because your brain basically shuts down during this process), and Saturday the 23rdwas Day 1.
I had to go down to Houston for a few days because I am starting to work for my dad part time (yay!) and needed some training. It’s a good gig because I can mouth off to my boss (ha!) and he still loves me, and it gives me the flexibility to keep writing. Plus, I’m making some money so Jimmy won’t kick me out of the house just yet. I knew I’d probably stay through the weekend, so I packed my meds up and headed down. It’s been almost a week I’ve been on the shots, and things are going okay…
Day 1: I chose the evening hours to give my meds, and my sister Kasey wanted to do the honors. She’s a nurse so I was happy to pass the reigns. She cleaned my belly with an alcohol swab and right as she was coming at me with the first needle, I felt an overwhelming need to cry. I wasn’t scared (I mean I don’t love needles, but who does?), but I kept thinking “I don’t want to do this! I hate this!” Kasey looked at me, said “Should we have a cry?” Which made me laugh and allowed me to move forward. She then basically used me as a dart board, and day 1 was quickly over. We spent the rest of the night watchingBohemian Rhapsody, and despite the controversy, I loved it for the entertainment it was. But it doesn’t hurt that I find Rami Malek adorably attractive.
Day 2: Oscar night! I’m a sucker for award shows. I have no idea why. 60% of the show is boring as hell, but I love looking at what everyone is wearing, who they brought as a date, are Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga in love? OOH Rami won!!
Kasey gave my shots once more. Still apprehensive, but better. One of the meds burns when it’s going in, so that’s not fun, but this is IVF, I guess. A bitch of a time!
Day 3: Starting to feel some twinges here and there. Like my ovaries are flopping around inside saying, “What the hell is she doing to us?” At this time, I began to worry what the long-term effects of all these meds are, but then quickly squashed that thought. It’s hard not to worry throughout this entire process.
Day 4: Went to the doctor for lab work to check my levels. Everything looks good, and I am told to continue on with the current dosing. Today was probably the first day I started feeling really full or bloated. I’ve also been tired AF, but puppy baby Arthur wakes up at the C of D so that might have something to do with it.
Day 5: I worked on my next book which was a big accomplishment for me this week. Did some work for my dad and then had a little nap with Arthur. Tired, bloated, twingey—which I know is not a word, but I am adopting it.
Day 6: Back to the doctor for lab work and an ultrasound. I was told things look “beautiful,” and I’m right on track. I’ll be adding a third shot this evening that stops my body from ovulating on its own and releasing some of these eggs. I walked the dog after the appointment and felt my ovaries every step. It’s such a strange sensation. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it doesn’t exactly not. I also feel like I am no longer human but part air mattress. From my neck to my vagina, just straight air mattress.
Day 7: That brings us to today! I’m chugging along. After getting back from Houston, Jimmy started giving my shots. I can do the belly ones myself, but I think it’s been good for us to do it together. Jimmy hates it. He doesn’t like causing me any discomfort. I can’t say I love it either, and I believe last night we both said, “I’m over this.” But after a couple episodes of Veep, my humor returned, and I fell asleep pretty easily.
This week has been emotionally and physically tiring, but it’s short term. That’s what I keep telling myself. I’ll have a few more ultrasounds and sometime next week I’ll have my egg retrieval. I’m just hoping they get a lot. Or the ones they do get are good eggos. Every step of this process stays with you. And there are things I could worry about each day. But I’m trying to stay busy and keep my mind away from scary information (the internet can be a deep, dark place, friends).
What do you do to keep your mind busy? What tips do you have for me?
Next time on the blog… egg retrieval! How exciting, haha.
That’s all for now. Thanks for coming along on this journey with me!
Until next time,