Monday, May 16, 2011

"One love...

... One life" - U2

First ultrasound? Check. Babies? One. Do I want a picture? Absolutely.

Doc said everything seemed fine and dated me at just over 5 weeks. Like a good host, he asked how I was doing. So, we talked about the huge lump in my rump from the PIO, the ravenous hunger, and the mild to moderate cramping. I was assured that the cramps are normal and, as long as there's been no spotting, I shouldn't worry. Easier said than done. And I got some other good news - decaf coffee is on the menu! Woohoo - Dunkin here I come.

The next ultrasound is schedule one week apart from the first, Thursday 5/19. Doc says we should be able to hear the heartbeat. So cool!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

"Oh and you come crash...

...Into me, baby" - Dave Matthews Band

Apparently the ideal concentration of HCG on 11dp3dt (14dpo) should be between 25 and 100. Before the first beta I had taken enough HPTs to finally wrap my head around the fact that today's news might be good. So when the nurse called with my results I wasn't as nervous as I was last year. That doesn't mean the call was without shock. My beta number was 275!!! Hopefully there's either one really strong kid in there...or there's two. Anyone attempting IVF recognizes the chance of multiples, but if you have stage 4 endometriosis like I do, you question the implantation of one embryo let alone two. What could be more shocking? Well, this...

Beta # 2: 13dp3dt (16dpo) = 934!!!!

Is there a hippopotamus in there? And I thought the only reason to worry would be if the numbers were too low. Whoda thunk I'd be worried that they were too high and doubling too quickly. I read on another blog that the stretch of time between the second beta and the first ultrasound is worse than the dreaded TWW. I didn't know it could get much worse, but at this point though I'm as thrilled as I am nervous. I wholeheartedly thought this round was a failure. The drugs didn't really bother me as much as the first time. I wasn't nearly as moody or bloated. Neither the retrieval nor fertilization results were stellar and, in general, my outlook was poor. Here's hoping the pleasant surprises keep coming.

Tomorrow is beta #3 and Thursday is the first ultrasound. I feel like Red at the end of The Shawshank Redemption...I hope I can make it 40 weeks. I hope to see my babies and hold them in my arms. I hope motherhood is as wonderful as it is in my dreams. I hope.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

"I'm walking on sunshine, woooah...

...and don't it feel good!" - Katrina and The Waves

Words. Cannot. Express.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

"Imagination sets in...

...pretty soon I'm singing." - CCR

Here's today's FRER - 8dp3dt. Since yesterday I've used four Dollar Store HPTs. Two showed faint-faint-faint lines, two showed nothing. This started to crush my spirit. I thought that the massage I impulsively decided to get on Saturday may have triggered an early miscarriage. Why didn't I google "acupressure and pregnancy" before taking my top off? I'm convinced I brought this on myself. So, I went out and bought 3 more FRERs. Total spent on HPTs thus far this cycle = $80.

Do you see a second line? I think I do. And, this picture was taken within the timeframe you're supposed to read the result, unlike the last picture that was taken maybe an hour after. Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Is my subconscious willing my brain to register a second line? The uncertainty is killing me. If it doesn't work, I will be beyond crushed. I will drink an entire bottle of wine and smoke a full pack of cigarettes before crying myself to sleep. But if I could be one of the lucky ones this time...I can't even express how grateful I would be. I wouldn't take anything for granted. The statistics for IVF aren't as high as you might think (see: At my clinic, only approximately 48% of procedures for women in my age group result in a live birth - and they're ranked #2 in the US. That means more than half will fail. Please, please, please, let my failure be behind me.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

"Seven days was all she wrote...

...a kind of ultimatum note." - Sting

Do you see what I see? You have to look at it juuuust right, but I'm pretty sure there's a second line there. Holy shit. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. The test was taken 8 hours shy of 7dp3dt which I know is a bit early to expect test results. And, maybe I took this picture more than 10 minutes after I peed on the thing so it could be one of those scandalous evaporation lines. Just to be safe I went to the dollar store today and spent $15 on HPTs. Now every time I pee from now until Wednesday I can check. Yipee!

Even though I'm trying to not get my hopes up at this point it's hard not to. I spent most of my Saturday acting like I was already pregnant. Why, yes - I think the baby would like a 15 minute massage after our manicure. The baby will have a chicken cutlet hero AND a side of potato salad, thankyouverymuch. Actually, make that babies. This is gonna be a long few days.

Friday, April 29, 2011

"Wishing, and hoping...

...and thinking, and praying." - Dusty Springfield

6d8hp3dt. 6.33dp3dt. Not sure which I like better. Well, to be honest, I don't like either because the home test I just peed on was negative. Rats.

During my first IVF, I POAS'd at least once a day starting at 4 days after transfer. For the second round I'm following the same pattern, but will hopefully have a better result. No such luck thus far. Last year starting at 8dp3dt I would show the HPTs to my husband. He doesn't really "get it". In fact he doesn't really get much, but that's another story for another day. He took the early BFNs to mean that all hope was lost. It turns out he was right, but I don't want that to happen again. So, I've been hiding them from him. Peeing on sticks in private. Until this evening. Like a psycho I had both of today's HPTs (5d16hp3dt and 6d8hp3dt) flush against the bathroom window. If you can get the light to illuminate the test from behind you can see the lines even better. Both one-liners. Well, needless to say DH was crestfallen when he saw the tests. It took a lot explaining about HCG levels to relieve his shock. The last thing an IVF mommy needs during the TWW is the obligation to comfort a man. Next time I'm locking the bathroom door.

Monday, April 25, 2011

"I don't practice santaria...

I aint got no crystal ball" - Sublime

There's irony in some of the coincidences surrounding my 2nd IVF and the timing of my 2ww:
- It's National Infertility Awareness Week
- Spring has sprung in the northeast and all the tulips have bloomed
- Easter..."a new birth into a living hope". Catholics believe it's a chance to start over again; a new opportunity to get it right.

Religion does not play a role in my life. Though raised Catholic, the last time I was in church was my wedding day 3 years ago. The time before that was over 15 years ago. Maybe this is why I found this unusual well-wisher so awesome.

My sister works in a rehabilitation home for senior citizens. One of her colleagues, a nurse, is Haitian creole an practices voodoo. Last week sis told this nurse about my IVF. This woman immediately launched into a Caribbean fertility dance for me right in the middle of the home. She also noted it's a great time to get knocked up because it's holy week. I've learned that throughout the week this woman has continued to "pray" for me and my embryos. No animals were harmed in this practice...I asked.

I'm at 4dp3dt and have a few symptoms, but nothing worth getting excited about. My boobies are sore, but not unbearable. My gut is bloated, but then again it kind of always is. Heartburn and nausea could be attributed to the fact that I can't. stop. eating! Then there's the dizziness and the mild, mild cramping. Anyway, for shits and giggles I POAS this morning. White as a ghost. I'll keep testing every morning from here on out. I've already spent tens of thousands, what's another couple bucks for HPT's. Plus, it's got to turn positive one day soon. I wouldn't want to upset the gods now, would I?