The daily injections have been ongoing for a week now. Childsplay. Except the first one – every instinct in your body is screaming at you to NOT plunge a needle into your skin, but logically, you know its necessary. After you’ve jumped that hurdle, its simple. The needle is very fine. Can I recommend that if your using the Pen strait from the fridge that you take the lid off and rub the liquids chamber between your hands for about 30 seconds, cold injections are uncomfortable!
Also – the mood swings and hot flashes stop with the injections! Hallelujah! The lovely up-the-yoohoo scans pick up pace though. I had a lovely one last week whilst I was menstruating. Absolutely lovely … Yesterdays scan was for follicle counting (follicles are where the eggs are kept). Righty was camera shy, possibly hiding behind my bowel which was a touch um …. Full …. With it being 8 am! Laxatives on eve of next scan (which will be on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. My ovaries are famous!) just to be sure! Lefty was ready for its close up, and had about 6 follicles, all measuring between 8 and 10mm. We need then to be about 18mm for harvest, which our nurse estimated to be Friday or Monday. Within ten days! Very exited now!
The Boy asked me if I have “the diabetes” like daddy. So I’ve given the kids an age appropriate, 3 sentence explanation. The Girl took it in her stride and asked a couple if sensible questions. The Boy thought for a moment, then said “mummy, are we having a baby in THIS house?”
I was privileged enough to see my ovaries on Monday. Both present and correct, with a good amount of follicles, since you’re wondering. I shan’t go into details about the long wand shaped, cold-lubed up camera that went up my yoohoo to enable me to see them, or the strange pressure on my bowel as the left ovary was located – apparently this is normal – or that I kept my shoes and socks on despite being completely otherwise naked from the waist down. Even whilst a nurse is giving a guided tour of my reproductive system, I refuse to let my standards slip. (Actually, I just have really cheesy feet and didn’t want her to think the stink was from somewhere else more, ah, delicate…)
Monday was also the hormone downgrading jag day. Which was a piece of cake after the camera. Actually, 6 tattoos and 18 piercings, a jag is never going to bother me anyway! Its been an eventful week. I have been a source of amusement to my friends, thanks to my amazing ability to cry about anything. No, really. Even pasta. I am now, apparently, in mini-menopause, and have been subjecting my nearest and dearest to a delightful range of turn-on-a-hapeny emotions. Laughing my head off to white hot rage in under ten seconds, zero to hysterical in less than 3! It has been a dazzling display of tears, tantrums, snotters and utter confusion. And lets not forget the headaches! Thankfully, I have avoided the night sweats so far. Although now that I’ve said that, i’ll not get off so lightly!
The next stage is more scans and daily injections once my period arrives, and the harvest in a week or 2. After waiting this long, its all happening quickly now! And its all with good reason, and I’ll never regret a second 🙂