Today marked our first day of shots, and we are off to a rough start.
After the seemingly never-ending saga with our medication company, everything FINALLY arrived yesterday. Much to my chagrin, when I got home from work I found the box on the porch open…and soaking wet.
Now, I should add that I had just finished a pretty taxing day at work where a child threatened me, and told me I was “wasting her lunch hour”. Finding this package made me see red. I am pretty sure I texted more than one person saying I was going to “cut a bitch”. That said, I have to give Freedom some customer service credit here because they immediately sent out a new package of meds which arrived early this morning.
With all of our medication ducks” in a row, here’s how day 1 of IVF went for us…
Up at 5am for blood work and an ultrasound, I happened to have the same doctor who gave the ovaries the all clear on Friday. Bryan was by my side, as he has been every moment of this fertility journey. Husbands don’t need to be at every monitoring appointment because it is in and out. I am always secretly so proud that I have Bryan with me at nearly every monitoring session. Coffee in hand, he is religiously right outside of the room where they take my blood, and then carries my purse and coat to the room where they perform the ultrasound. Bryan’s presence makes me feel safe and protected, and we somehow always manage to have a laugh (despite the early morning poking and prodding). Added bonus: all the ladies at the office love him.
At work I got the call that everything looked good, and we were set to begin our shots tonight. MAJOR EEEEKKKKKKK. I knew this was coming, and I am excited…don’t get me wrong…but EEEEKKKK. The shots were STARTING.
Here is where things didn’t go as planned.
We found a bedbug in my classroom, and I am now walking around itchy and convinced that every dark speck is a bedbug I have carried home what will infest the house. This was unwanted and unneeded chaos in my already nervous and cluttered brain.
I didn’t feel ready because I wanted to be super healthy, and today at work I stress ate more than a few gummy candies (that were supposed to be used for STEM projects).
I haven’t been feeling well and because of this fell asleep and didn’t properly prepare our milestone card for the first stim shots. I also didn’t run/lift/complete my core exercises so I feel doubly unready in the health department. (you can’t do any of this after you start stim shots)
Bryan arrived home a little later than expected, and the videos took a little longer to watch in order to prepare (mix this, tap this on a hard surface…what?!?) for our first round of shots causing us to fall juuuuust outside of the 7-10pm window we were supposed to inject within.
End of the world? No. Stress and anxiety inducing for me? YOU BETCHA! It’s a scary process, and I am going to let myself over-think for now. For now.
As always, I had a vision in my mind of how this first night of shots would carry out. That vision wasn’t met, because it was unrealistic. This is REAL LIFE. So, instead of the picture I had envisioned, where we both had perfectly coiffed hair and rosy red happy “here is our beautiful journey” cheeks we have this…
I kinda love it.
How were the shots?
The first (Gonal) was fine, I felt nothing. The second (Menopur) was pretty uncomfortable. Not sure why or if this is common. The injection was painless, but the medicine burned quite a bit and for almost 10 minutes. By the way, the needles pictured are not what we are using right now…I wanted to include this picture for dramatic effect.
Day one in the books. Now it’s time to sleep.