17dp5dt – Just Keep Swimming…

1,925.    1,925.    1,925.

It Doubled.
This might actually work.

I have been telling myself sine I got the news from the doctors to take deep breaths.  Be excited, but not to excited.

J and I had a discussion this morning about OBGYNs as I hungrily scarfed down 4 whole grain french toast sticks, a yogurt,2 gram cracker goldfish (The chocolate are my favorite!), a pint of skim milk, 4oz of Orange juice and lots of water.  I am STARVING in the mornings.  Seriously, I could probably eat a whole zebra.

I need an OBGYN, desperately. I have for the past 3 years since my move been using the reproductive care unit as the OBGYN for the issues.  I know that my reproductive care unit covers the first 11 weeks.  After that, unless you are a high risk patient, you get discharged to your OBGYN.  Thus the issue.  J referred me to hers, which she says are “Polite, informative and great with children.”

Little know fact,  She told me that when I call them to mention that I have undergone IVF for they do a fetal electrocardiogram on the child once a month.  She quickly followed it up with a “Don’t look so worried, it is a precaution since you are IVF, the fetus has the same chances of developing something as any other baby, they just like to be careful!”  -Thank you J

Now I’m spreading the word to you,  ask your IVF coordinators or OBGYN if they will do fetal electrocardiograms!

J also informed me that they love to be careful about everything.  Blood work every other day, ultra sounds done once a week till week 11, blood pressure, Thyroid hormone level check.

Damn! It makes me wonder, hell, if I didn’t have the issues, I would not be as informed, how do other women go through pregnancy WITHOUT these things?  I understand why they must and I am thankful.  I know lots of things as it is happening and can rest easily knowing they are carefully watching.

Next blood test is scheduled for Friday with potential ultrasound next week!

Here goes nothing!

-The Naked Egg

I’m up all night to get lucky!

Today is the day!

Doxy + Nerves = horrible.  Also, my Boss is the best!

This morning was a non-stop roller coster of nerves and excitement jitters. THis would have been great if it weren’t for the iron clamp on my stomach.  Just when I thought I was doing well I start sweating and feeling hot, I can’t move.  Then the lerch comes, that tickle down your spine.  After a rendezvous  with the rest room my dear friend (Lets call her J) who has gone through this before takes one up down look of me and without blinking an eye. “Doxy got you didn’t it?”  Damn, She’s good. (I even had food!!)

Boss drives me home, Yes, He is that awesome! And I curl up waiting for my appointment!

Implantation.

Baseball players have all kids of lucky rituals, rite or charms.  J has the same.  It is a lucky shirt. She has said that each time she wore it during her 2 implantation that she got pregnant, another lady wore the same shirt during her two implantation’s had children.  I hope I can keep the luck alive.  So donning the shirt, head high, I hope I get lucky!

The worst part of implantation day is the bladder. As I  get into the stirrups and I pray  I won’t pee on the nice doctor who is shoving the catheter up my vagina.  Hubster and I watch the snake like apparatus enter the uterus, all the technicians get ready and with a 3-2-1 Inject! A little bubble plops into view on the ultra sound and the deed is done.  The blastocyst is in!  Luckily it was a very beautiful blastocyst with assisted hatching.  down side?  It is the only blastocyst so far.  We have a possible two more that could turn but we will not know for sure.  48 hours time will be the next update.  I am hoping for the best.

So now begins the TWW.  So to my one blastocyst currently inside,  Implant, grow and be happy!  I don’t want to see you again till you have developed into a healthy baby!

Now I’m off to nibble pineapple cores and drink green tea.

-The Naked Egg