Here we go, people. It’s official. We’re triggering at 10:30 tonight. I go in at 9 on Wednesday morning for retrieval.
I’ll say it again: Holy crap.
Dr. C did not do my ultrasound this morning. Instead, it was my favorite nurse, Holly. Unlike Dr. C, she measured every single follicle, and as she read out the numbers, Hubby counted 21. And I breathed a sigh of relief because, even if we don’t have great fertilization/development because of sperm issues, 21 gives us plenty to work with. We’ll see if we end up with that many on Wednesday. And hope they’re good ones.
I’ve felt pretty darn good this cycle, considering the massive doses of hormones I’ve been injecting. I’ve had some bloat/gas, but not any worse than I had right around ovulation when I was on Clomid. I don’t think I’ve been extremely moody overall, but today, something broke.
I think it started with Hubby trying to get out of giving a second sample the morning of retrieval. For all the talk of giving ourselves the best possible shot, that line of reasoning (and his stubbornness about it) defies his usual sunny-side-up disposition. After that, every little thing he did seemed to get under my skin, like stopping for a breakfast sandwich after our appointment when I needed to hurry my ass to work. I ended up snapping at him, which I’m not proud of. Can’t I just blame it on the hormones?
As far as work goes, I cancelled or rescheduled all of my appointments for this Wednesday. I don’t necessarily have to take Thursday off, too. I’ll just have to wait and see how I feel. The good news is that my supervisor is very understanding of all of this and even told me today that she used to work as a counselor at a local hospital for 8 years and ran a support group for IVF patients. I guess I can add her to the list of people who “get it.”
So, for those of you who’ve done this before: Take Thursday off, assuming I’m going to feel like poo, or wait and see?