We're in business! Dr. appt #2 this morning and the eggs they are a hatching. Well, not really. They are a brewin? Productin? Oh hell, there's a lot of them!!! Looks like Lovie's in the lead with a solid big 10, and Rovie's behind with about 6 bigguns.
We're way ahead of the game compared to the first go of it. That time I had a lot of eggs, but they were all small. This time, a little less, but nice and plump.
And I realize I need to mention that we've named to ovaries, Lovie and Rovie. Add an R or L to Ovie and there you have it. So Lovie's kicking Rovie's ass, but there's definitely a race goin on.
I have decided that my overeating is actually feeding the ovaries. I am needing to lose about 30 pounds, but lack the initiative. The meds have made me hungry and sleepy and I have been chowing down on everything without caution.
I don't know about you but I get tired of always thinking about food and dieting and working out and my weight and my jeans size. It's exhausting! Whether it's for health or vanity, counting carbs and sugars and calories and fat just gets OLD. So I have been eating whatever happens to cross my plate for the past couple of weeks. I have decided if this IVF doesn't work, I'll throw myself into dropping these pounds once and for all. I think this would be like getting your car washed and then it rains. Maybe if I lose weight and look really good I'll get knocked up right after a big shopping spree.....................
Shots are still the same, 1 AM 1 PM. They still burn and itch a little bit, but not enough to worry about 5 minutes after I'm done. Last post I mentioned taking a new med, turns out it's an antibiotic. Also found out that I cannot take it on an empty stomach. Whew. It was not pretty.
I was looking through my goody bag of expensive drugs and happened to look in the syringe bag. Much to my surprise, the guage was large enough to kill a megabeast. I showed my hubby and his jaw also dropped. I commented that if they think I'm going to stick myself with THIS they are out of their freakin minds. The damn needle is as big as the plastic ones that come in the children's doctor kits!
I asked the doctor this morning and she informed me the needle is only for medication removal. I asked her why they don't tell patients this and she kinda laughed and said they forget until patients bring it up with a petrified look on their faces. A assume this look tickles their funny bone so they keep the joke going..... HAHAHAHA. Whatever. If it wasn't my ass I was worried about poking I would probably giggle, too.
ETA for egg retrieval is around the 15th. The good news this morning is honetly the first time I started looking forward to the rest of the journey. I'm still scared shitless this won't work again and we'll be out ANOTHER $14,000. Hoping this time I won't have to put all my eggs in one basket and we'll have some left over just in case~ just in case it doesn't take and just in case it does. If it does, we may have one baby and we would like to push it and have two. It would be better - obviously- not to have to go through this entire process again; instead thawing some extras out and sticking them in. It all sound so easy in writing, doesn't it?? I could be writing about food. MMM MMM embies (0:
I am really starting to wonder if anyone is reading this blog. Would it be too much to ask for a little 'hello' comment? I thought it was funny when my sister told me she practically lives for people commenting on her blog. Now I know exactly what she's talking about. It's nice to know you're not talking/writing to yourself and that someone is just a little interested in what you're saying. Realistically, I am totally stuck in jr high mentality and wondering why no one likes me? Doesn't anyone want to be my friend? Don't you love me?
This weekend I made a Superman cake for our friend's son's birthday. Came out pretty damn good if I do say so myself - which I DO. I am waiting for the hubby to download the digital cam pics (because I technically challenged and never learned to do it myself) and I will post a pic.
I took cake decorating classes but learned how to make all kinds of flowers. Of course, the now 8 year old boy was not so interested in a pretty daisy creation, so I figured it out as I went along. Even had a parent asking if I would be interested in making a cake for her son's upcoming Spiderman gathering. No thanks. We bake for those we love ~ or want to impress!