Happy Monday, everyone!! I made it through two more doses of my prep-yourself injections over the weekend, and I didn’t reacquaint myself with the kitchen floor.
That, my friend, is progress.
So…word of advice? Don’t freak out about the size of the needles. Through all this, I have yet to actually feel the needle. I’ve hurt myself worse shoving an earring into my lobe after a few days of not wearing jewelry.
And seriously, jab that sucker in there. Don’t mess around. Don’t take your time; don’t try to do it slow and steady like I did. Just shove it in, release the juice, and yank it out.
Well…I mean, cram it in, then slowly release the juice, and then yank that little booger back out. It’s a thousand times better that way. I am an old pro at this now.
I had my CD7 ultrasound yesterday. This is a little bittersweet. All 7 of my follicles are still lurking around my ovaries, which is amazing. I’ve never grown this many follicles. The stronger FSH really IS working!
But… only 2 look like they’ll mature. I have a 12mm, 11mm, 7mm, three 6mm, and a 5mm follicle. I’m a little bit freaked out because I’ve had 14mm follicles on my CD7 ultrasounds before…these seem a little dinky.
I’m trying to stay positive about it all…they have at least 4-5 more days to grow before we trigger or I ovulate naturally (usually around CD12-14 for me), so we’ll see how everything looks.
I have another ultrasound tomorrow so we can check the progress. I think I take my last injection tonight, too.
You know what? I am positive about it. Team May, right? May babies are the greatest. I was a May baby. My best friend is a May baby. My dad, grandmother, niece and nephew are all May babies. It’s Mother’s day. Seems like a great month to me.
Team May.
Dr Koopersmith told me to stay positive, and not to focus on what my body can or can’t do. It’ll do what it does, and there’s nothing else I can do to change that. It’s a very Zen way of thinking. She’s right, though. I work out. I eat healthy. I get plenty of sleep. I take all my prenatals and hormone supplements and shoot myself in the belly like I’m supposed to. I can’t do anything else.
So we wait.
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