signed on the dotted line

We signed the consent papers at nine am this morning.  It kind of felt like we were buying a house minus the lawyers and real estate agents.

Papers, there were so many papers.  I never print anything so when several hard copies are involved, it must be something very important.  Signing the official in vitro with ICSI documents definitely qualifies.

Procedures were outlined, risks were communicated, questions were answered and instructions were heard.  The hard facts.. we have a forty to fifty percent success rate if we transfer two embryos and a thirty to forty percent success rate if we transfer one, the likelihood for multiples if we decide to transfer two is thirty percent if we have a day three transfer and forty percent if we have a day five transfer, the chance of a canceled cycle is ten percent and my risk of ovarian hyperstimulation is fifteen percent.

The protocol.. agonist.  The anxiety.. the birth control pill.  My blood work showed that my testosterone is now fantastic but my estrogen is a tad high. The dreaded birth control pill is required to reign in my estrogen.  I will deal with it.

The specifics.. i will start with the birth control pill, add in suprefact injections to suppress, move to puregon injections to stimulate, take a dose of HCG-PPC to mature and cap it off with endometrin for progesterone support post transfer.

It is time to start to make peace with the injections.  My plan to remain blissfully ignorant in this department has expired.

Throwing down the visa instantly made everything real.  This is happening and it is happening soon.  I think it was this thought that perhaps threw my body into a mini panicked state because when it was time to get up to leave the clinic I could hardly stand up, I hid it well (well I think so anyways) but by the time we were in the stairwell it felt like something was seriously wrong.

Long story short.. I spent an hour and a half doubled over in a significant amount of pain and my poor Husband spent that hour and a half trying to figure out what to do with me.  I think my body was just catching up to my mind and providing a little bit of resistance on the way there.

I feel good now and am back to riding out the mini "this is really happening" high that we solidified this morning. 

Happy weekend.
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  1. Oh my, I am short of breath and a little bit "heart racing I'm gonna vomit" for you. BUT!! You are strong and you are going to be resilient and you are going to "own" (no pun intended) those birth control pills and those injections and unfortunatly, that visa bill. BUT!! You are going to bring home your babies and that, my dear, is that. Inject away! (I'll do the puking for you)

  2. Hahaha I love your reaction! "Heart racing I'm gonna vomit" ... that's actually a great way to describe how I felt this morning. Thanks for the encouragement and continued support!!

  3. I agree with Chloe up there. Small steps, take it on as a project (says ProjectLife :)) Manage each piece individually and try not to think of the whole, 'cause wow! the whole does sound awefully big. But you can do it, and you will. Baby(ies) on the way!!

  4. Definitely try to focus on one step at a time. I know this is much easier said than done. Every new step is exciting in its own way because it brings you closer to having your baby! My fingers and toes are crossed for you!

  5. I am trying to take it one day at a time but I am failing right now. It is so hard to concentrate on anything at this point. Thanks for the encouragement!


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