Of course with my life nothing comes alone. Generally things come in threes but I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER NOT TO HAVE THREE BABIES. That being said, things come in threes often in my life, there are always exceptions. Currently my husband is graduating college with honors, I am ending my school year with my first graders, and WE are going through IVF. Today I rushed out of school for a 45 minute drive to meet my husband at the hospital for my first base line ultra sound. Being prodded with the magic ultra sound wand was mildly uncomfortable only because I was already experiencing cramping from my monthly cycle. Luckily I am not that easily embarrassed about the presence of my cycle with my doctors and yes my husband sitting reading over our legal rights. He finds the stirrups very interesting and that of course was very far from my mind. Humor helps him deal with pretty much any circumstance. He is very funny and not only in my opinion. My ovaries look good though there was a large black mass of liquid they believe next to my ovary but they came quickly and reassuringly to the conclusion that is was outside my ovary based on a December ultra sound. Yay. I was told to begin my injections this evening and to come back on Sunday morning. Sunday being the day that my husband walks in his graduation ceremony. The ceremony he does not want to walk in and that I am forcing him to so that he won't regret it later in life. Super. Luckily I can go alone or my parents will be in town for the festivities and can escort me. I am the luckiest child in the world. I have lovely amazing parents but that is another long story for another blog.
Later that evening....While I sat reading all the materials about how to inject myself and mix the drugs I kept letting my mind wander like I was in high school algebra, of which I did have to take twice. Not to the lack of intelligence per se but to the lack of concentration I fault to hormones and young basketball players. My husband who really wanted to be here and to help me was at the airport in San Francisco picking up his family who was arriving from Ecuador. His brother has been in college there and had just graduated as well. Big week for his family and their two graduates. So I was in this alone. I made sure to take time the shots thirty minutes before he was expect home so that if I were to have some allergic reaction he could be there. Generally it takes a while to have a mild reaction, I was not leaving room for a major reaction. Finally I took out my half empty bottle of rubbing alcohol and used my nail polish removing pads and wiped down the kitchen counter, my hands, and tummy. I carefully organized my materials next to the instructions. Next I wiped bottles, opened cartridges, mixed, wiped again, and stuck myself. The initial stick was not painful. As I slowly, counting to five as instructed, eased the medicine in it became growingly achey. One down and one to go. The next one came with a giant plastic pen looking devise to hide the needle? Same drill and a bit more painful this one was. It let a few poppy seed sized droplets of blood ooze out but that was the big event. For some reason I was waiting for the hormones to hit me like a ton of bricks and a curse word or tear would come to the surface. Nope. My stomach is a bit sore but nothing that the pounding cramps I am currently feeling won't hide. Not sure if I can take anything for the cramps, better not. The baby aspirin I am to take each day to thin my blood and circulate the medicine will not put a dent in my cramps. Maybe the heating pad will aid me? Well, day one done.
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