Triggering, but who really cares.

I’m shooting up as I type!

Got the go ahead for EPU this Wednesday, so I’m just doing my last shots of Lucrin and Puregon now, followed by a trigger shot of Ovidrel at 10pm tonight, and we should be good to go.

Feeling meh about the whole thing though. Today’s clinic visit was idiotic. My vein did a Vesuvius all over the wall – I swear it was like arterial spray from CSI: Miami – there was no discrete metre of interfacing to cover up my bloated stomach and untended bikini line  (and I know a muff shot to a FN is like the most normal thing on earth, and as a former life model, I would like to say I am totally comfortable with my naked form, HOWEVER, I like a bit of cloth to protect what little modesty one can have whilst doing IVF) and she was rushing through things so quickly, I don’t think she did a proper count of my follicles.

But whatever. We shall see on Wednesday.

And in other news, I am self medicating with a pinot on a school night because I am SICK of being fucked around by potential employers who make tentative job offers, then advertise said job.

What’s wrong with me? Aren’t I good enough? Or is it that I am a 33 year old woman and a potential liability.

It’s about that time

…when I start to think I might be an urban myth.
You know, trying for years, multiple failed AC treatments etc followed by a miracle natural conception.

CD 40-something now (can’t be bothered looking it up) and not even a hint of period pain.

I haven’t done a HPT, but probably should. It usually gets things moving.

I am still quite swollen in the abdominal area especially on the left ovary. I was very lopsided while stimulated and it hasn’t really retreated as much as I would like. I look like I have quite the pot belly and it has been, what, 50+ days since EPU?

waiting, waiting, waiting, annoyed, waiting.

A(nother) Spanner in the Works

It’s not all that bad. It could be way worse, but it’s just going to involve more waaaaaaaiting.

I had my $270 scan this morning (and thanks Medicare, for refunding all but $30. I’m going to miss you when you’re gone, Extended Medicare Safety Net) and there is something wrong caused by one of three things.

My ovaries are stuck together! Little buggers. “Kissing Ovaries” was the term the radiology gynaecologist used. Like soooooo cute. Until IF, I thought my ovaries were a decent space apart, like on the diagrams – at least a handspan – but apparently not.

The blame can be laid on a Luteal Cyst (which will disintegrate without issue at the end of the cycle); an endometrioma (AKA Chocolate Cyst which makes me want to up-chuck just thinking about it), which could become an issue; or a particularly brutal Egg Retrieval resulting in residual trauma to the ovary – bleeding etc which has cause them to adhere.

Whatever the culprit, my instructions at this point are the very helpful “wait and see”.

It is clear that this cycle is annovulatory and the FS did say I could switch over to a medicated HRT FET (just click it FFS)  but his strong recommendation was to wait until I got my period and start a new cycle. Medicated.

Which kind of sucks re my plans to go to NZ. Not knowing when I will get my period puts me in limbo – I don’t want to miss out on starting a new cycle. I’d rather miss NZ than miss a cycle.

Bor-ring.