Yesterday we had our cycle review appointment. I don't know if I was expecting to feel better or worse afterwards, but we left feeling very, "well that's that,". Honestly, it was an appointment we could have done without because we didn't really get any ACTUAL information. I think we were both hoping for a, "This is why you guys didn't get pregnant," and that simply never came. But then again, we should have known better with unexplained infertility. We haven't had any answers as to why in the last year and 8 months, why start now!!!
Doc said everything went accordingly and if he had to give an explanation it would be they picked the wrong blastocytes to transfer. We had a Day 3 transfer and on Day 3, the two blastocytes they choose were the best on that day. The other blastocytes that didn't get transfered were allowed to continue the growing process, so all said and done, the 3 frozen blastocytes we have are the most viable out of our last cycle. He says the reason they don't just wait and do a Day 5 transfer for everyone to be able to better tell which blastocytes are best is that, that would be admitting the labs uterus is better than mine and that's just absurd! And although I do understand the reasoning, my uterus, the labs uterus, hell even the chiuaua's uterus next door...at this point, I might not even care!!! Bottom line, everything else looked good and we are hoping that out of the 3 frozen blastocytes we have, one we be our little Acker next time. Which leads us to our next topic, the next cycle.
So the bad news about not getting pregnant on the first IVF is that, we didn't get pregnant on the first IVF. The good news, because there has to be a silver lining in all of this SOMEHOW, is that we took care of the hard part last cycle. This time we can skip at the stimming and after a few weeks of Estrogen and progesterone we will be able to go straight to a transfer. So, that makes like a little easier for everyone. So for now, we wait for my next start date and hopefully will be doing our next transfer towards the end of May!
This timing gives us enough time to mentally prepare ourselves again and to actually ENJOY our vacation next month. I also have to do a little traveling for work next month, so we can get all that behind us and be back and ready to try!!!! We also have decided to limit the number of people we are going to share this cycle with. Getting the negative test result is hard enough, but then having to let EVERYONE else know as well is just heart breaking. And even worse, you have to listen to all of their, "it will happen," "this just wan't the right time," stay positive". I know it all comes from the most sincere place and we appreciate all the prayers, but sometimes, you just can't hear it. It will be easier to keep it between us this time, because there are less appointments involved.
So that is where we stand. I feel like this closing paragraph is on repeat. We wait, we get back to a place where we can be hopeful and positive and have MORE FAITH THAN GOD HAS EVER SEEN! And we just keep at it. :) Thanks for listening!!!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Numbers Game
In more ways than one, the infertility game is also a numbers game. I do my best to stay away from statistics because the ugly truth is the statistics are UGLY! There is no treatment that is 100% guaranteed to get you pregnant. But as hard we we try to avoid the negatives, there is one numbers game we have not been able to avoid, the cost of IVF.
Vance and I are EXTREMELY lucky to have insurance coverage for infertility. (I am covered by a company based out of NJ, in case you were curious) So since we started this journey, all of my ultrasounds, sonograms, triggers, etc have been 100% covered along with my co-pay. All 12 of our IUIs were covered as well. When we started the IVF cycle, I called insurance about 20 times to make sure things were going to be covered and I was assured, 20 times, they were. Fast forward to a week before March 18th. The loop hole we'd been so desperately trying to avoid finally showed its ugly head.
So Dr. Silverberg (We are with Texas Fertility Center, http://www.txfertility.com/) is definitely a in-network Dr. We are totally covered with him and his office. However, the company they use here in Austin for fertility laboratory services (semen analysis, freezing semen and embryos, egg retrieval, ISCI, transfer etc.) is NOT in-network. So what did that mean to us exactly??? That meant that Any service they provided would have to be paid for out of pocket and then we would file for a reimbursement from our insurance company. Doesn't that sound like the most fun EVER!!!
So here's how the cookie crumbled for us. We started shelling out the dough on February 18th for this first cycle of IVF and today, April 19th, I made the final balance payment. All in all this round cost us $7,804.74. And just as a little reminder, that's with nothing to show for it. I know that sounds pretty bitter and it's exactly how I felt a couple days ago seeing where as Sunday I found out the test was negative and Monday I found out I owed an additional $2,785.00 before they could submit our reimbursement paperwork. Talk about adding insult to injury.
Sunday was rough, but my Monday I was starting to feel normal again...until that call! I immediately lost it again. I started thinking HOW IN THE WORLD are we going to be able to shell out about $8K for each try. Giving our IUI track record, if I did the quick math that would equate to ninety six THOUSAND DOLLARS! It was like a sucker punch to the face and I don't even know what that means!!!!! Now please don't misunderstand me. I know how lucky we are to have coverage for the rest and how lucky we are to even be considered for reimbursement, but having to come up with $8K is not an easy feat for us. It makes me sick to my stomach. And although this is priority #1 for us, we still have a life to live and things we want to do. There has to be happy things to look forward to in between all the not happy things. Not sure I have shared this with you guys, but Vance and I (99% Vance, 1% Me) have been renovating our first house since we moved in June of 2011. We have our master bathroom left and the front and back exterior before we are 100% done!!! My husband rocks. :) But it's hard to be able to budget for those projects while budgeting for baby making. It can very easily get discouraging! Again, please don't take as me complaining about ALL the things we have, this is just the thought process we go through as we are living this journey.
So for now, we wait. Our MOST FAVORITE thing to do in the whole wide world! We wait for the reimbursement, we wait for our next appointment (April 22nd), we wait for our next cycle and we wait for our hearts to heal and for our jar of hope and faith to fill back up. We have faith that all these things will happen in time. Again, thanks for lending your ear/eyes.
*One thing I wanted to share with you, just in case someone reading along is from Texas, is Maverick's Miracle Babies. This awesome non-profit was started by a couple who went through infertility treatments themselves and saw a need and a desire to help those who have to follow in their footsteps. They have put together a grant you can apply for, as long as you meet all the eligibility requirements. I think applications are due pretty soon. Here is the link to eligibility requirements and the grant application, http://mavericksmiraclebabies.org/qualifications/.
Vance and I are EXTREMELY lucky to have insurance coverage for infertility. (I am covered by a company based out of NJ, in case you were curious) So since we started this journey, all of my ultrasounds, sonograms, triggers, etc have been 100% covered along with my co-pay. All 12 of our IUIs were covered as well. When we started the IVF cycle, I called insurance about 20 times to make sure things were going to be covered and I was assured, 20 times, they were. Fast forward to a week before March 18th. The loop hole we'd been so desperately trying to avoid finally showed its ugly head.
So Dr. Silverberg (We are with Texas Fertility Center, http://www.txfertility.com/) is definitely a in-network Dr. We are totally covered with him and his office. However, the company they use here in Austin for fertility laboratory services (semen analysis, freezing semen and embryos, egg retrieval, ISCI, transfer etc.) is NOT in-network. So what did that mean to us exactly??? That meant that Any service they provided would have to be paid for out of pocket and then we would file for a reimbursement from our insurance company. Doesn't that sound like the most fun EVER!!!
So here's how the cookie crumbled for us. We started shelling out the dough on February 18th for this first cycle of IVF and today, April 19th, I made the final balance payment. All in all this round cost us $7,804.74. And just as a little reminder, that's with nothing to show for it. I know that sounds pretty bitter and it's exactly how I felt a couple days ago seeing where as Sunday I found out the test was negative and Monday I found out I owed an additional $2,785.00 before they could submit our reimbursement paperwork. Talk about adding insult to injury.
Sunday was rough, but my Monday I was starting to feel normal again...until that call! I immediately lost it again. I started thinking HOW IN THE WORLD are we going to be able to shell out about $8K for each try. Giving our IUI track record, if I did the quick math that would equate to ninety six THOUSAND DOLLARS! It was like a sucker punch to the face and I don't even know what that means!!!!! Now please don't misunderstand me. I know how lucky we are to have coverage for the rest and how lucky we are to even be considered for reimbursement, but having to come up with $8K is not an easy feat for us. It makes me sick to my stomach. And although this is priority #1 for us, we still have a life to live and things we want to do. There has to be happy things to look forward to in between all the not happy things. Not sure I have shared this with you guys, but Vance and I (99% Vance, 1% Me) have been renovating our first house since we moved in June of 2011. We have our master bathroom left and the front and back exterior before we are 100% done!!! My husband rocks. :) But it's hard to be able to budget for those projects while budgeting for baby making. It can very easily get discouraging! Again, please don't take as me complaining about ALL the things we have, this is just the thought process we go through as we are living this journey.
So for now, we wait. Our MOST FAVORITE thing to do in the whole wide world! We wait for the reimbursement, we wait for our next appointment (April 22nd), we wait for our next cycle and we wait for our hearts to heal and for our jar of hope and faith to fill back up. We have faith that all these things will happen in time. Again, thanks for lending your ear/eyes.
*One thing I wanted to share with you, just in case someone reading along is from Texas, is Maverick's Miracle Babies. This awesome non-profit was started by a couple who went through infertility treatments themselves and saw a need and a desire to help those who have to follow in their footsteps. They have put together a grant you can apply for, as long as you meet all the eligibility requirements. I think applications are due pretty soon. Here is the link to eligibility requirements and the grant application, http://mavericksmiraclebabies.org/qualifications/.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
The Reality Of The Aftermath
Today while watching footage of the explosion in West, I instantly teared up. I teared up for the people who lost their lives, for the people who lost their loved ones, for the injured and for the brave rescuers who risked their lives to save others. I teared up remembering the tragic incident, not but a couple days prior, in Boston and all the people affected there. I teared up because as painful as our journey here has been, I still have my life and my husband and our family and friends. We are all alive and healthy and safe for today. And when you step back and look at the big picture, there is nothing left but to be grateful and thankful to God for what you have. There is no time to question WHY. This has brought me to a place of peace with our test results from lat Sunday. It's not our time yet.
We decided to spend the first back of our weekend at the lake with Vance's family. I took off Friday from work, picked up Vance's grandmother and headed out for some sun and relaxation. His Aunt and Uncle and Mom and Step Dad were all meeting us there as well. We thought the distraction we be nice, instead of sitting at home counting down the minutes to 8:00 am on Sunday. Thursday I noticed some dark discharge. Both Vance and my best friend wanted me to call my nurse to let her know. I didn't really see any reason to though. I didn't really think there was much she could tell me honestly. She couldn't predict what they discharge meant anymore than I could. But by Friday it had gotten heavier and started to turn red-ish. So I emailed my nurse and she let me know that early pregnancy bleeding was completely normal and than I was just relax and hydrate. I did my best to do just that. But each bathroom trip was just making me more and more paranoid, because the color was turning more and more red. By Friday afternoon I was starting to cramp. So I did what any other sane desperate infertility hopeful would do and jumped on google. I was reading all sorts of forum and group posts about infertility. What kinds of symptoms people experienced or didn't and trying to link which symptoms lead to a positive or negative test result. Turned out a lot of now or then pregnant ladies had the dark discharge as well and a lot of them experienced period like cramps. I was able to go to bed a little more at ease that night. Then Saturday came.
I woke up to what I would call a period for all intensive purposes. I was cramping and bloated and my boobs didn't hurt one bit. (Not even when a pinched them!) I was pretty sure I couldn't convince myself any longer, that this could be a pregnancy. My mood started to shift and that anxious feeling of wanting Sunday to here already was out the door. I would be okay if Sunday never came. Since we had to be a the lab so early on Sunday we opted to drive back home Saturday evening. We got home about 6:30 pm. I was so exhausted I didn't unpack or even shower! I set my alarm for what I thought was 6:40 am, tucked myself into bed, yes at 6:30 pm, turned the tv on and just zoned out. I didn't move. Vance cleaned the living room, vacuumed mopped, gathered the trash, picked up the kitchen. And I just watched as he bounced from room to room picking things up.
Sunday I woke up at 5:37 am. I know this because when I woke up and tried to go back to sleep without success, I finally grabbed my phone to see how much longer I had before I had to get up. So I just laid there. And laid there for so long, that I did eventually fall back asleep A sleep so HARD that I slept right through 6:40 am, when my alarm was supposed to go off and didn't wake up until 7:40 am, the time my alarm was ACTUALLY set for. Panic and terror were running through my veins. I yelled, "SHIT!". Through back the covers, pulled on my yoga pants, grabbed my glasses and purse and told Vance I'm leaving. To which he replied in the most concerned and genuinely manner possible, "Don't you want me to go with you?". I snapped back something about not being able to wait for him to get ready, that I have to go all the way downtown and it's already 7:45 and that they were just drawing blood, I wasn't going to find anything out there! I grabbed my cycle chart that had the number to the lab on it, my purse and my keys and was out the door. (This is one of my shining Wife moments by far.)
In the car I could feel the tears swelling in my eyes and my breathing starting to get very shallow. I called my Aunt and she did her best to translate what I was saying through snot and tears. I just let out every thought, every what if and every WHY that had been circling my mind in the last 48 hours. It must have been bad because at one point she asked if I need to pull over so she could come pick me up? To which I replied, "I DON'T HAVE TIME!" (Again with the stellar-ness!) I then realized my exit was close and I needed to call the lab and find out exactly where they were located, so I hung up with my Aunt and dialed the lab.
Of course they are located in one of the biggest hospitals in Austin!!! WHY WOULDN'T THEY BE!!! There are only 5 parking garages to chose from and several building options. This morning was just going seemingly. Once I hung up with the lab, I set my phone down on my passenger side seat to try and gather myself. I thought, it's not enough that I look like a hobo/crack head right now, who didn't even brush her teeth by the way, maybe I shouldn't go in there huffing and puffing like a crazed lunatic as well. But as I set the phone down I realized I forget the FREAKIN' lab slip. I mean seriously. At this point I just started yelling obscenities. What else was there left to do???? I call Vance, who answers the phone asking if I'm okay. I bypass his concern, yet again, and tell him he needs to scan my lab slip and email it over to me. He took the orders like I just gave him missile launch codes and hung up very quickly. I pulled into the parking garage, ran across the street to enter the hospital and frantically started looking for the directory. The lab was on the first floor, quite possibly the ONLY good news of the day, and I made my way there.
I walked in, no one else there THANK GOD, and practically threw myself on the counter. The poor lady behind the counter had no idea what was coming when she asked if she could help me. Through tear soaked eyes I explained to her the series of events that occurred that morning. I over slept, it was past 8:00 am, I forgot my slip and I hadn't brushed my teeth...Was I too late? She wasn't able to use Vance's email, but was able to call my nurse for a new lab slip. 15 minutes later blood was drawn and i was on my way back home. That was quite possible the most intense 40 minutes of my life.
I walked in the door and went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and decided the only other thing I was going to do to get ready for the day was lent roll my yoga pants. I didn't have the energy for anything else. I wanted to look how I felt, how dramatic!!! We decided to go grab a bite to eat and then were going to the movies. We went to see The Croods. It was exactly what I needed. But wasn't quite long enough. We had to wait until 1:30 pm to call for results and we got out at about 12:30 pm. We made an impromptu trip to Academy and then decided to head back home and take the pups to the park. We got done about 1:45 pm. I walked straight in, grabbed my phone and paged my nurse. Not 3 minutes later my phone rang and she was so sorry she wasn't calling with better news...
I finished the rest of our conversation with a lump the size of Africa in my throat. I thanked her, hung up the phone, sat on the edge of my bed and buried my face in my hands. Vance walked into the room and knelt down in front of me. He talked, I listed and nodded along in agreement while I cried. I slowly backed myself into the bed and pulled the covers up over my nose and just laid there with my thoughts and my broken heart.
Hour later we made dinner and did our best to fall back into our normal evening routine. And that's just how these things go. You spend two weeks oozing positivity and telling yourself this time fells different, feels good. And then you spend the next two weeks just KNOWING it's going to be positive, because it just HAS to be. And then in a matter of a 30 second phone call, it's all gone. Poof, just like that. And you wonder will I EVER have the strength, the faith, the will power to do that all over again?
If I had to give you that answer on Sunday, it would have been no. Today the answer is yes. Our love is stronger than this. Our faith in God is stronger than this. Our patience is stronger that this. WE are stronger than this. And I want to tell our son and/or daughter that I NEVER once gave up the dream of being their Mommy...NOT ONCE.
Thank you for giving me the time to make it to this place. And thank you for letting me share this with you. My hope is that our story will touch just one other couple who is going through the same thing and make them feel like their not alone.
* Today I share my story in honor of the Bostonians and the people of West. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your families, friends and rescuers.
We decided to spend the first back of our weekend at the lake with Vance's family. I took off Friday from work, picked up Vance's grandmother and headed out for some sun and relaxation. His Aunt and Uncle and Mom and Step Dad were all meeting us there as well. We thought the distraction we be nice, instead of sitting at home counting down the minutes to 8:00 am on Sunday. Thursday I noticed some dark discharge. Both Vance and my best friend wanted me to call my nurse to let her know. I didn't really see any reason to though. I didn't really think there was much she could tell me honestly. She couldn't predict what they discharge meant anymore than I could. But by Friday it had gotten heavier and started to turn red-ish. So I emailed my nurse and she let me know that early pregnancy bleeding was completely normal and than I was just relax and hydrate. I did my best to do just that. But each bathroom trip was just making me more and more paranoid, because the color was turning more and more red. By Friday afternoon I was starting to cramp. So I did what any other sane desperate infertility hopeful would do and jumped on google. I was reading all sorts of forum and group posts about infertility. What kinds of symptoms people experienced or didn't and trying to link which symptoms lead to a positive or negative test result. Turned out a lot of now or then pregnant ladies had the dark discharge as well and a lot of them experienced period like cramps. I was able to go to bed a little more at ease that night. Then Saturday came.
I woke up to what I would call a period for all intensive purposes. I was cramping and bloated and my boobs didn't hurt one bit. (Not even when a pinched them!) I was pretty sure I couldn't convince myself any longer, that this could be a pregnancy. My mood started to shift and that anxious feeling of wanting Sunday to here already was out the door. I would be okay if Sunday never came. Since we had to be a the lab so early on Sunday we opted to drive back home Saturday evening. We got home about 6:30 pm. I was so exhausted I didn't unpack or even shower! I set my alarm for what I thought was 6:40 am, tucked myself into bed, yes at 6:30 pm, turned the tv on and just zoned out. I didn't move. Vance cleaned the living room, vacuumed mopped, gathered the trash, picked up the kitchen. And I just watched as he bounced from room to room picking things up.
Sunday I woke up at 5:37 am. I know this because when I woke up and tried to go back to sleep without success, I finally grabbed my phone to see how much longer I had before I had to get up. So I just laid there. And laid there for so long, that I did eventually fall back asleep A sleep so HARD that I slept right through 6:40 am, when my alarm was supposed to go off and didn't wake up until 7:40 am, the time my alarm was ACTUALLY set for. Panic and terror were running through my veins. I yelled, "SHIT!". Through back the covers, pulled on my yoga pants, grabbed my glasses and purse and told Vance I'm leaving. To which he replied in the most concerned and genuinely manner possible, "Don't you want me to go with you?". I snapped back something about not being able to wait for him to get ready, that I have to go all the way downtown and it's already 7:45 and that they were just drawing blood, I wasn't going to find anything out there! I grabbed my cycle chart that had the number to the lab on it, my purse and my keys and was out the door. (This is one of my shining Wife moments by far.)
In the car I could feel the tears swelling in my eyes and my breathing starting to get very shallow. I called my Aunt and she did her best to translate what I was saying through snot and tears. I just let out every thought, every what if and every WHY that had been circling my mind in the last 48 hours. It must have been bad because at one point she asked if I need to pull over so she could come pick me up? To which I replied, "I DON'T HAVE TIME!" (Again with the stellar-ness!) I then realized my exit was close and I needed to call the lab and find out exactly where they were located, so I hung up with my Aunt and dialed the lab.
Of course they are located in one of the biggest hospitals in Austin!!! WHY WOULDN'T THEY BE!!! There are only 5 parking garages to chose from and several building options. This morning was just going seemingly. Once I hung up with the lab, I set my phone down on my passenger side seat to try and gather myself. I thought, it's not enough that I look like a hobo/crack head right now, who didn't even brush her teeth by the way, maybe I shouldn't go in there huffing and puffing like a crazed lunatic as well. But as I set the phone down I realized I forget the FREAKIN' lab slip. I mean seriously. At this point I just started yelling obscenities. What else was there left to do???? I call Vance, who answers the phone asking if I'm okay. I bypass his concern, yet again, and tell him he needs to scan my lab slip and email it over to me. He took the orders like I just gave him missile launch codes and hung up very quickly. I pulled into the parking garage, ran across the street to enter the hospital and frantically started looking for the directory. The lab was on the first floor, quite possibly the ONLY good news of the day, and I made my way there.
I walked in, no one else there THANK GOD, and practically threw myself on the counter. The poor lady behind the counter had no idea what was coming when she asked if she could help me. Through tear soaked eyes I explained to her the series of events that occurred that morning. I over slept, it was past 8:00 am, I forgot my slip and I hadn't brushed my teeth...Was I too late? She wasn't able to use Vance's email, but was able to call my nurse for a new lab slip. 15 minutes later blood was drawn and i was on my way back home. That was quite possible the most intense 40 minutes of my life.
I walked in the door and went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and decided the only other thing I was going to do to get ready for the day was lent roll my yoga pants. I didn't have the energy for anything else. I wanted to look how I felt, how dramatic!!! We decided to go grab a bite to eat and then were going to the movies. We went to see The Croods. It was exactly what I needed. But wasn't quite long enough. We had to wait until 1:30 pm to call for results and we got out at about 12:30 pm. We made an impromptu trip to Academy and then decided to head back home and take the pups to the park. We got done about 1:45 pm. I walked straight in, grabbed my phone and paged my nurse. Not 3 minutes later my phone rang and she was so sorry she wasn't calling with better news...
I finished the rest of our conversation with a lump the size of Africa in my throat. I thanked her, hung up the phone, sat on the edge of my bed and buried my face in my hands. Vance walked into the room and knelt down in front of me. He talked, I listed and nodded along in agreement while I cried. I slowly backed myself into the bed and pulled the covers up over my nose and just laid there with my thoughts and my broken heart.
Hour later we made dinner and did our best to fall back into our normal evening routine. And that's just how these things go. You spend two weeks oozing positivity and telling yourself this time fells different, feels good. And then you spend the next two weeks just KNOWING it's going to be positive, because it just HAS to be. And then in a matter of a 30 second phone call, it's all gone. Poof, just like that. And you wonder will I EVER have the strength, the faith, the will power to do that all over again?
If I had to give you that answer on Sunday, it would have been no. Today the answer is yes. Our love is stronger than this. Our faith in God is stronger than this. Our patience is stronger that this. WE are stronger than this. And I want to tell our son and/or daughter that I NEVER once gave up the dream of being their Mommy...NOT ONCE.
Thank you for giving me the time to make it to this place. And thank you for letting me share this with you. My hope is that our story will touch just one other couple who is going through the same thing and make them feel like their not alone.
* Today I share my story in honor of the Bostonians and the people of West. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your families, friends and rescuers.
Monday, April 15, 2013
If not now, then when...
Today won't be a very long post, I haven't gathered myself enough to put into words how I feel right now. I know that sounds a bit dramatic, but it's the truth. We had confirmation yesterday to our suspicions that we are not pregnant this time around. Our hearts are heavy, but we're still standing and trying desperately to still be hopeful. This has been a true test of my faith and I am doing all I can to make sure I pass.
I will be back soon to share more. For now, we are looking forward to our upcoming vacation and will be back tot he DR's on the 22nd to review this last cycle and start talking about the next one.
Hope you all have a good week!
I will be back soon to share more. For now, we are looking forward to our upcoming vacation and will be back tot he DR's on the 22nd to review this last cycle and start talking about the next one.
Hope you all have a good week!
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Transfer Day!!!
I did so much praying yesterday, last night and this morning and prayers were answered! We will be transferring 2 eggs today at 1:15 pm. :) I am just so relieved that Vance will be here for it. Just makes things so much better!
Anyway, we are SUPER excited and anxious and happy! Be in touch soon and WISH US LUCK and feel free to send us prayers!
Anyway, we are SUPER excited and anxious and happy! Be in touch soon and WISH US LUCK and feel free to send us prayers!
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
So Far...SUCCESS!
Welcome back from the weekend!!!! Mine was amazing, I hope yours was too. :) Enough of the stalling, I know why you are all here.
I survived the rest of Thursday and Friday, but just barely. On Friday, we had 22 eggs! One was measuring 22, we had a few other 20's and then they were all over from 15's to 19's. I triggered Friday night at 8:45 pm and then sat and waited. I did my best to keep busy on Saturday. Had a hair appointment in the morning and then went to my best friend's son's first Easter Egg hunt. (He was adorable) I did everything I could to avoid my mid-day nap, which I love so much, that way I would be good and tired for the night. I knew I would be excited and a little anxious about the morning.
We were asked to arrive at 7:45 am, WAY to early for a Sunday. Sadly, we missed all the Easter festivities, but I think it was worth it. Before 8:00 am, they had me dressed and ready for my retrieval. I was completely under, it took about 25 minutes and before I knew it, I was back in my room waking up. BEST NAP EVER. :) So they were able to retrieve 20 eggs. Out of the 20, 17 were mature enough for fertilization and out of the 17, 11 fertilized successfully! I don't have ANY past experience to go off, since this was our first round with IVF, but we are very happy with the first part of this procedure. Now, we wait. My MOST favorite thing to do.
Tomorrow I am to check in with my IVF nurse around 8:30 am and they will tell us if we will be a Day 3 (Wednesday, yes that's TOMORROW) or a Day 5 (Friday) transfer. For selfish reasons, we are hoping for a transfer tomorrow because Friday Vance will be in Vegas. :( Not a BIG DEAL, but we would both like for him to be there. So fingers crossed on that one. However, that being said, if a Friday transfer is what our little eggs need, then a Friday transfer is what our little eggs get!!!!
The bloating and heaviness has started to go away, thank GOD! I have to admit, that was pretty brutal. All injections have ceased. Today I started my hatching medications, which just sounds cool. I am hoping those are nice to me as well! Right now I am just excited and so VERY hopeful, which makes me a little worries. Hahah. But I am just going to roll with it, it's all I can do! Vance is is excited too, but now all we can think about are multiples!!!!! That happen to ANYONE else?
I will be in touch tomorrow and thanks for following us on this journey!!!! Hope you all had a Happy Easter.
I survived the rest of Thursday and Friday, but just barely. On Friday, we had 22 eggs! One was measuring 22, we had a few other 20's and then they were all over from 15's to 19's. I triggered Friday night at 8:45 pm and then sat and waited. I did my best to keep busy on Saturday. Had a hair appointment in the morning and then went to my best friend's son's first Easter Egg hunt. (He was adorable) I did everything I could to avoid my mid-day nap, which I love so much, that way I would be good and tired for the night. I knew I would be excited and a little anxious about the morning.
We were asked to arrive at 7:45 am, WAY to early for a Sunday. Sadly, we missed all the Easter festivities, but I think it was worth it. Before 8:00 am, they had me dressed and ready for my retrieval. I was completely under, it took about 25 minutes and before I knew it, I was back in my room waking up. BEST NAP EVER. :) So they were able to retrieve 20 eggs. Out of the 20, 17 were mature enough for fertilization and out of the 17, 11 fertilized successfully! I don't have ANY past experience to go off, since this was our first round with IVF, but we are very happy with the first part of this procedure. Now, we wait. My MOST favorite thing to do.
Tomorrow I am to check in with my IVF nurse around 8:30 am and they will tell us if we will be a Day 3 (Wednesday, yes that's TOMORROW) or a Day 5 (Friday) transfer. For selfish reasons, we are hoping for a transfer tomorrow because Friday Vance will be in Vegas. :( Not a BIG DEAL, but we would both like for him to be there. So fingers crossed on that one. However, that being said, if a Friday transfer is what our little eggs need, then a Friday transfer is what our little eggs get!!!!
The bloating and heaviness has started to go away, thank GOD! I have to admit, that was pretty brutal. All injections have ceased. Today I started my hatching medications, which just sounds cool. I am hoping those are nice to me as well! Right now I am just excited and so VERY hopeful, which makes me a little worries. Hahah. But I am just going to roll with it, it's all I can do! Vance is is excited too, but now all we can think about are multiples!!!!! That happen to ANYONE else?
I will be in touch tomorrow and thanks for following us on this journey!!!! Hope you all had a Happy Easter.
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