First of all, I realized that I’m not missing an attack of
my allergies this cycle. I just knocked on wood (my head) that they don’t
flare-up now that I said that. Anyway, I asked Dr. Bundren about that
before our cycle started. He started going on and on about the medical
reasoning for what I was feeling; it’s not actually allergies but
blah-blah-blah, is what I heard. Anyway, Mary Kathryn just looked at me
and smiled as if to say, “Yeah, you’re not expected to understand the words
coming out of his mouth.”
Then, I went for a massage after work yesterday.
Yum! I told Shaunda, my masseuse, to keep me awake the entire massage, so
she started talking to me. I loved it except that I started getting so
relaxed that I’m pretty sure my answers started trailing off into
nonsense. I may have even responded to one of her comments with “garble
garble.” It was awesome, though. I don’t think I fell asleep
at all. I get to go see her again on Saturday. I love that Dr.
Bundren encourages massages!
Also, I forgot to mention, but I have to drink V8 and
Gatorade throughout the cycle. The point is to help with ovarian
hyperstimulation syndrome (OHSS), which can be super painful. I haven’t
been as great at drinking these as I was last cycle. Chock it up to my
desire to do things in a more fun, relaxed manner this time. Maybe I’m
becoming a rebel. “Watch out, here comes the Gatorade protestor! I
heard she doesn’t drink her V8, either.” The Gatorade actually doesn’t
bother me. This cycle, I bought blue. However, I don’t care for the
V8. Therefore, when I drink it, I say “mmmm” because I feel like I might
be able to trick my brain into thinking I’m enjoying it. The verdict is
still out on if that’s working or not.
Last night, before we went to bed, I read a blog entry to
Todd from Jenny Lawson, The Blogess. It’s about dreams and how strange
they are. Well, she also blogs about her cats a lot. Therefore,
last night, I had a dream that I was cuddled up with a dog, which is strange
enough because I’m allergic to dogs. Then, this cat came over and cuddled
up with us, too, which is even weirder because I’m allergic to and don’t care
for cats. (Sorry, cat-loving friends, AKA Ashleigh. It’s not that I
don’t like your cat; I don’t like how they make me feel. It’s not
them, it’s me. J)
Anyway, the cat grabbed onto my finger in a really sweet way. Then, I got
nervous that the cat and dog were about to get into a fight, and my face was
right in between them. (Not that I’m that vain, but I do cherish my
vision.) I asked the owner if he could move the cat. He picked up
the cat, and the cat latched on a little harder, which I still thought was
really sweet. Then, the cat said, “John, please, let me just sit
here. My balls hurt.” What?!?! The cool thing was that I
didn’t think this was strange in my dream. The even cooler thing is that
I was still feeling sympathetic towards this cat this morning on the way to the
doctor. I’m bumfuzzled by this chain of events, so I had to share
this. Thank you, Jenny Lawson, for making my dreams entertaining! (As a side note, Todd is pretty sure that was
him talking through the cat considering what he went through thus far in this
journey to make Baby Provence. I agree! Poor, kitty…I mean, boy!)
To top off the last 24 hours, we had an ultrasound this
morning. Dr. Bundren counted 10 follies and said they were all a good
size. He was pleased. Yay! We get to continue on with the
cycle. I’m pretty sure I embarrassed Todd, though, when I told the room
of Dr. B, MK, and 2 interns that I had a dream about a talking cat last
night. I didn’t tell them what he said because that would be socially
unacceptable. Dr. B just responded that it’s completely normal on the
hormone shots. Lots of women have them. Booyah, Todd! Dr.
Bundren liked my story!! J
Mad Scientist Todd was home to mix my Repronex shot last
night, and he did a fabulous job. It felt just as acid-filled as the
rest. This morning, we did my Follistim shot at the office. No
different there.
Mary Kathryn will call me with my shot protocol for the next
few days. They drew blood this morning, so Dr. Bundren analyzes it before
he decides what else to do with my shots.
I thought I would start adding a shot count to my blogs for
those that are interested in tracking what one protocol can look like: (Plus,
it shows you how many times someone has to stick themselves pre-IVF.)
Shot Scoreboard:
1.
Sunday morning – 225IU Follistim
2.
Sunday evening – 225IU Repronex in 1cc sodium
chloride
3.
Monday morning – 225IU Follistim
4.
Monday evening – 225IU Repronex in 1cc sodium
chloride
5.
Tuesday morning – 225IU Follistim
6.
Tuesday evening – 225IU Repronex in 1cc sodium
chloride
7.
Wednesday morning – 225IU Follistim
8.
Wednesday evening – 225IU Repronex in 1cc sodium
chloride
9.
Thursday morning – 225IU Follistim
Saturday is my next visit with Dr. B and Wandy. I just
love those ultrasounds! (There I go, again. Trying to trick my
brain into thinking something different. J)
Happy Thursday, y’all!
Grow Follies, Grow! The blue gatorade has got to be the best!
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