After spending the weekend with Wanda the Wand appointments, I was surprised when I got the call that it was trigger time! I knew the sizes were all there and everything else looked great, I was just thinking one more day. Not sure why I would have wanted to stab myself one more day, but I guess I was just hoping to get some more follicles caught up to the rest.
At my last Wanda appointment we were still at 12 measurable (with 10 trying to catch up) - this is the most we've EVER had at this point so I was very happy with that. I tell hubs he's gonna have a great night, not only do you get to stab me with a needle, we get to do the deed. Thankfully I didn't need him to do the injection because it was a different kind that the last two cycles.
Slept horribly - kept playing the game that I really suck at.....the What If game. What if we don't have a great fertilization report? What if none make it to freeze? What if none are tested normal?
This is what I hate the most about infertility.......the needles, the blood being sucked out making me look like a junky, the wanda the wand appointments - all of that I can deal with.....the next day or so, not so much. One would think that because I've already been on this roller coaster that I would be used to the anticipation of the drop, but I'm not. Each ride is different.
Until we are gearing up for transfer, I will keep my legs and arms inside the ride at all times.
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