I have spent the past 30 minutes writing a long, drawn out post about not wanting to wait several months for an FET. Blah Blah Blah, poor me.
And then I decided to take a quick break and check up on my blog reader and I see a post about a former colleague and friend’s father, who is in the final stages of cancer and is not expected to make it till Christmas. Stuff like this really slams me back into reality. Things may be gloomy in Belle Land from time to time, but there is always an outright shit storm in somewhere else. Keeping this in mind can be hard when you are up to your ears in infertility, but is so important.
We are healthy, beautiful women with a long road ahead of us. While infertility is a terrible, horrible disease that can rob us of such simple pleasures, it is not the end. While we may feel so bleak and worthless at times, I think it is important to keep perspective. Today’s perspective is my friend’s father. If you have a bit of time today, please send some love and good thoughts to Alabama. I know she and her family need it way more than my silly little ute and messy ovaries.
With that in mind, let me re-write my post on today’s SHG:
Lord have mercy this is an uncomfortable procedure! My IUI’s were a piece of cake so I assumed this would be the same. I nearly jumped off the table when he put that catheter in and injected the saline. For those awaiting their SHG, it is super crampy and uncomfortable, but it is over REALLY quickly. On a pain scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the most unimaginable pain ever and 1 being a toe stub I would put my SHG at a good 4. Pretty crappy, would rather have stubbed my toe, but all-in-all totally do-able.
Dr. A was super pleased with the look of my ute. “Perfect” is how he described it. This is the first time a doctor has EVER described me as perfect. I should have asked for this in writing. I would have put it on my fridge. “Belle’s Ute is PERFECT!” It sounds so nice.
Then we got down to the business of discussing the IVF plan which, assuming my gigantically cysty ovaries don’t throw us a curve ball, is as follows:
Birth control from now till Jan. 24
Baseline ultrasound on CD1. If all is clear we will start stimulating with Gonal-F and use a Lupron trigger to prevent OHSS.
Tentative egg retrieval set for Feb. 10.
Embryos will be frozen until my next spontaneous period. This is where I get a little freaked out since I don’t have periods on my own but they assured me things will be fine.
Hopefully we can do the first FET in March or April.
Dr. A is really positive about all this. He feels that only doing FETs is the wave of the future and that they are just as, if not more, successful. It makes me feel better to know that he is so confident with this, but gosh I really just want to get this show on the road. Waiting till March or April to for my first transfer seems like an eternity. Mr. Husband assures me that the next few months will pass by quickly, though. We have some travels planned for the holidays and then house guests in January and February.
So now I’ll spend the next month or so enjoying NOT being on stims. I will continue the Couch 25K program and yoga, I’ll continue to enjoy Pinot Noir and I’ll enjoy having non-baby making sex (yes, I went there) with my husband. Hopefully with a little work and a lot of perspective I can keep myself relaxed and in a good mindset for when stims do begin.
How do you all handle the down time between cycles? What do you do to keep from obsessing?