My eyes are half closed and I just realized I am leaning slightly to the left and haven't bothered to straighten up yet. I'm wiped out.
This weekend was the weekend my inlaws were in town staying with us, you know the same weekend I was coming down the home stretch with the stims and getting ready for a Tuesday retrieval...I knew it would get weird and I wasn't disappointed. Overall, I would say it was a nice weekend and I'm choosing to selectively block out the part where I ended up in inexplicable tears on the steps at Mon.ticello. Everybody was understanding for the most part, but I'm pretty sure my father-in-law is slightly afraid of me now.
Ultrasound went great this morning. Our RE estimated about 20 mature follies and my lining was 11mm! I keep checking off the boxes in my mind at each passing stage and can't help but get more hopeful as we pass each hurdle. Hubby was a super hero giving me the trigger shot tonight (and once again I had the nurse mark the spot with a circle bandaid so there would be no question on where it needs to go). He mixed, he swirled and he injected. I just held my pillow tight and it was over quick.
The inlaws were gone by the time we got back from the u/s today and I wasted no time reclaiming the house and putting things back in order. In a world where I have no control over my own fertility, my energy goes into what I can control and after a big family weekend that means washing sheets, towels, dishes and bathrooms!
So, now what we have been working towards is so close. Retrieval is Tuesday, transfer will either be Friday or Sunday and in the meantime I have enem.as and douc.hes to buy.
This morning I asked our RE to print a picture from our u/s today. He gave me a quick funny look, but gave me what I wanted. I wanted something tangible, proof that this is really happening, that all the shots are doing something. Ovary twinges and unnecessary sweating are one thing, but I wanted something I could cheer on.
Come on follies, it is all you now.