I went in and was glad to see the same ultrasound nurse. I really like her, she remembers me, and the familiarity makes me feel comfortable. Before she did any measurements she said, "Wow, you are so close to being able to do IVF." She shared her own story, she now has twins. Later, as I walked through the halls, a few other nurses I've met along the way, mentioned they heard how close I was, which made me feel special and gave me that small business feel. I'm also curious how many people were there as the ultrasound tech talked to the doctor, but hey, I liked it.
Back to the ultrasound, after checking my eggs, she then went to look at the uterus, and said, "Oh, bummer, it doesn't look like its going to happen this month." She made this news not feel so bad with her sweet demeanor and charming talk. She had me sit in a consult room, where I waited for the doctor. I felt good about what she shared with me, just a little bummed.
I got Dr. D today, which is by far my favorite doctor, and the one I've seen most frequently. He also gave me similar news. I felt good about it... well that is until I left and reality sunk in.
We will be doing the retrieval on Sunday, which means tonight I have to do some preparatory stuff (two days before procedure). Actually two shots will be administered in 12 minutes, because timing is everything when it comes to getting knocked up.
Tomorrow there will be no shots, and he said it is my "happy day."
Then the following day they will do the egg retrieval. This will be a heavily medicated procedure and I most likely will not remember it. Just the way I want it. This is my feelings on childbirth if I ever am lucky enough to experience it.
Three days later is when they typically will do the implantation. Typically, as in, in most cases just not mine!
Unfortunately, I have a polyp. I have known since Monday that something was wrong, but it was not until today that they finally determined it was a polyp. What this means is that I will have surgery to have it removed in one month, then they will do the transfer of the embryo in my womb the month after that.
Since there will be no scars, I am not sure I will classify it as yet another surgery. I've lost count of total number of surgeries, so I will continue to stick with nine. Not really thrilled, pretty bummed, but it will be okay. I really hope I am heavily medicated, but my gut tells me this will be done complete with pain and open eyes. They should at least give laughing gas for this!
So how do I feel?
Better about things as the evening wears on. I am cramping big time, which is normal. Worried about the safety of my frozen embryos, yet kind of excited since frozen embryo transfers tend to be better for many reasons.
I'm praying. Will you pray with me?
(Off to go get the husband for my shots!)