Well, we’re finally here. Sorry I’ve been slacking the last couple days. My father-in-law finally bought a boat after months and months of our whining, and we’ve been busy cruising around lakes and rivers and trying not to crash into the dock. On tonight’s ride we were so close we could see the mist coming up from Niagara Falls! (Now you know where I live! Hint: it’s not Canada.)
I triggered last night, it was a breeze. I have NO idea why I had it stuck in my head that my trigger was intramuscular. I think we were confusing the trigger with the PIO. It was sub-q, just like the rest of ’em. Duh. Maybe I should have checked the box before I worried about it for days.
While there are many uncomfortable and embarrassing things involved in this IVF process, by far the worst experience for me was having to buy DOUCHE BAGS at Riteaid. Yes. I had to douche tonight, as part of my ‘night before retrieval’ instructions. Please tell me this is a normal part of IVF protocol, and that my clinic isn’t stuck in a timewarp. Douches? Really? That was a first, and hopefully a last. I also took 2 doxycycline, and tomorrow I’ll start 4 days of Medrol. Saturday I’ll begin my endometrin, and my nightly disposal/burning of my underwear (Per Stupid Stork). I guess I’ll go buy stock in panty liners.
Tomorrow at 7:45am we have to show up at the clinic, husband with fresh sample in hand, and I think I’ll be in the procedure quickly thereafter. I REALLLY hope they get all 7 or 8 of my mature-looking eggs. Please please please. The doctor has projected we’ll do a 3-day transfer based on my lower number of follicles, which I’m kind of bummed about, but I understand. I just wish I had a lot more eggs to play with.
I’ll post tomorrow with updates!