So here I go to my first appointment. Down the hall to the room. Why is it always cold in those rooms. I should have brought socks. Waiting for a doctor, well I am sure everyone knows how that goes. 15 minutes later sitting have dressed on a table. Everything looks good, both ovaries are ready to go. She says they look healthy, no cysts. Thank heavens she was friendly. I had never met her before, can’t recall her name. I have a feeling I will be meeting a number of different faces through this journey.
Now on to the next room. It’s like you are a piece of meat, just a number to them I suppose. Now I meet with the nurse. More paperwork. I was just informed that I can start my Follistim at 225 units. Phil, my husband, and I have decided that we will be doing these shots at 10 PM. It is the only time that we actually see each other consistently. We live busy lives. And then more questions, have I ever miscarried? Yes I have, once that I know of, November 2009, day before Thanksgiving. Was probably a blessing in disguise…more on this later.
Now to the receptionist for payment, and next appointments. I have to get more blood work on Sunday, and then blood and ultrasound on Tuesday. It is going to be a challenging month! And then blood work. Tasha was my phlebotomist name, she was very polite but a little rough. I am bruising up already.
As I headed to the elevator I started to tear up. Why? I really don’t know. Maybe it is because I know that the last 6 months, of waiting for this day to come has finally arrived. 6 months of planning. Planning around our wedding, a busines trip, and vacation. Planning around Phil’s impedning Intereron Treatment. Planning that I won’t deliver prior to have short term disability in place for 10 months so I can actually get paid. Planning a change in health insurance right in the middle of this already stressful process. It all came to me in that moment. All that planning and now I have HOPE. Hope that it will work the first time. Sending out positive energy to the Universe! Because if it doesn’t, welll…more on that later.
And now I arrived at work, and need to head home at lunch (25 minutes there and 25 minutes back = just about an hours time) to let out my dog who is being dragged through the stress that we are. We live 45 minutes away from the fertility clinic, so he is being left alone longer than usual. Poor Sharow, he probably has to use the woods.
First shot tonight! I let you know how it goes.
~ Jessica (wishing)
A journey through IVF 