About 10 minutes ago, I completed my first injection for my 3rd, and hopefully last, round of IVF.
The last time I did a cycle of ivf was in October of 2014, so I’m pretty rusty about everything.
I’m on 250iu of Gonal-F… well, that’s what I’m supposed to be on. Last time, the round that worked with Scarlett, my doctor bumped my dose from 250iu to 300iu after a week of stimming. It wasn’t that there was nothing growing, it was just that they weren’t growing fast enough. Sure enough, once she put me on the higher dose, everything progressed very quickly and I got 16 eggs from it!
So this time, I decided to start myself on it. Don’t worry, my doctor and nurses have been told about it. My doctor said ‘I’d prefer if you didn’t, but I can’t stop you’ and my nurses were both of the opinion that I was on the right page and that starting at 300 would be beneficial for this cycle, especially since it will likely be the last one I’ll be able to afford for a long while.
So that’s where I’m at. I’ve taken my first injection, and I’m feeling good.
Actually, I’m extremely nervous about everything. I just can’t seem to get in a positive headspace. I keep thinking it’s all going to go wrong; I won’t get any eggs, I will get too many eggs, I won’t get any mature eggs, no embryos will be created, no embryos will be viable, no embryos will make it to day 5, if one does make it to day 5, it won’t stick. If it does stick, it will only be temporary.
I don’t remember worrying this much the last two times.
I know I have to stay positive and I know I have to just let the situation play out, but it’s so hard.
Anyway, I’m also a little excited that I may be pregnant by the end of the month.
I have no pregnancy tests left, and I’m not sure if I’m going to buy any. Maybe if I start bleeding before my blood test or something (which is highly possible as it has happened EVERY CYCLE SO FAR), then I’ll go out and buy one so that my mind doesn’t run wild. But I want to wait until the blood test.
So yes, the ball is rolling.
On another note, I have taken Scarlett’s dummy away. She was way too addicted to that thing. It’s been a struggle!! I still give it to her for nighttime sleep because she just cries without it. But the story is that Santa took it with him. So now, whenever she sees Santa, she points and says ‘PLUG? PLUG? ANTA, PLUG?’. We call her unmy plug, by the way 😄