BFP and Vampire Dreams

This cycle was patience-testing to say the least.  After last cycle's quick response to the Follistim (17 stimming days) I was hoping for another quick one.  I stimmed for 28 days this time, and triggered on July 6, 2010, with IUI and two fat follies on July 8.  The follies were 23, 19, and 16 (but she doesn't think the 16 on my left ovary burst).  I started progesterone suppositories (Endometrin) on July 8 and the 2ww began.

My 2ww symptoms were:

Starting with the suppositories, I always have VERY vivid dreams during the 2ww.  This time around, they're always about vampires since I'm reading the Sookie Stackhouse novels.  :)  Around 6 dpo, felt like my uterus was buzzing almost the whole day.  At 8 dpo, felt some incredibly sharp pains high up on my right side (RE found a 3 cm cyst on my left ovary).  At 9 dpo, tested and got a faint positive, 10 dpo very clear line, and 11 dpo a pretty dark positive!



EDD is March 31, 2010, but I will only go to 38 weeks c-section due to the TAC procedure I will have in (gasp) 6 weeks...

BFN at 10dpo

I'm oddly unphased by this.  I guess I'm uber optimistic under some layers of apathy.  I'm not sure why, but I expected to have totally lost my shizz this morning at 6 am when I tested and got nothing.  I plan on testing again tomorrow, hoping for a better result...

Ode to MF...

*To the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot"

I’m a little mind fetus
Cruel and tiny

"Here is your bloat."
"Here is your whiny."


When I get you all worked up,
Then I shout,

You're just crazy and I am OUT!

Mind Fetus in my middle.

I'm 9 dpo.  It's insane that I could be feeling ANY symptoms.  The progesterone I'm taking lists the following side effects: nausea, irritability, breast tenderness, fatigue and mood swings.  I'm experiencing EVERY.SINGLE.ONE of them.  Alas, Mind Fetus strikes again.  I think of MF as a Stewie-type baby that is only present to torture me.  Its laugh is shrill but menacing when it realizes it has me in its power.  I'm useless to resist. 

Broken Heart

I have wondered many times during this if it were actually physically possible to die from a broken heart. It's such a strange sensation that comes over and it's such a deep grief that takes my breath away sometimes.

The UGLIEST bruise

I'm getting my blood drawn every other day to check Estradiol levels, to see if my follicles are maturing.  I have no idea where they hired this new chick, but she is THE worst phlebotomist I've ever encountered.  I used to have world-renowned, prize winning veins, Mr. T** neck veins.  Okay, not really, but they were rubbery and bouncy and were always accessible.  Lately they've been in hiding, I think they're still recovering from February and all the torture they saw.  This, coupled with the lousiest p-botomist, it's not been very fun lately.

Draw 1, she couldn't hit the vein.  "Do your veins roll?" "I don't know!" I said back.  She switched to the other arm. Scrape, scrape with the alcohol pad.  Scrub with the sandpaper, I mean gauze.  Finally, it came out from my right arm.  Two days later, on draw 2, my blood was flowing like molasses.  It took 2 minutes to fill 1 vial.  Two days after that, on draw 3, everything went fine, but she left me with this ugly bruise (I'm still not sure why there are 2 holes, she only used 1 needle).:

**I'm still not sure why I chose Mr. T's neck veins as a visual, considering Mr. T's neck was never once visible, and confirmed by recent Google image search, I have yet to catch a glimpse of the elusive body part. 

Beaner and Boner

My manager calls every male colleague either "Beaner" or "Boner."  I have no idea why, but I find it quite funny.  He alternates between "Daisy" and "Dear" for the ladies.  And, no, I do not work at McDonald's.