I’m going to stab myself in the belly
With a needle. I’m scared.
Okay not that scared. Actually, I’m super excited. Not about the stabbing part, of course.
I went to the RE’s office this morning, presumably just for bloodwork. But it turns out we were doing an ultrasound, too. I was a little weirded out at first because, well, AF is in town, people. But apparently that’s normal. So fine, we did the ultrasound. The nurse practitioner did it because Dr. T is out of town. She said my uterus and ovaries look great, and I have about 13-14 follies in my right ovary that are growing new little eggs, and about 15 in my left.
She asked if we want to do the low dose FSH + IUI, or go full throttle for the IVF. I said we want to do IUI, and she seemed to think that was a good choice. She also said that if we are going that route, we can start a lot sooner. In fact, tonight. Um, what?
Once my E2 and FSH levels come back, which is later today, if they look good then I will be given the green light to start injectables TONIGHT. Wow. I had no idea. I seriously thought we’d be playing the waiting game, to be told when is the “right” cycle and that we wouldn’t even start any kind of procedure or treatment until like July. I had no idea we could start right away!
So they taught me how to give myself the injectables, which all looked extremely easy when done on a piece of foam, but I’m not so sure about the whole stabbing myself in the belly thing. It’s okay. I’ll suck it up and do it. If it means I might get a baby out of it, I’ll do it. And hell, stabbing myself with a little needle is nothing compared to actually squeezing a human out of me, right? Right.
So here I go. I have a really really good feeling about this cycle now. But I’m not going to jinx anything just yet.