Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Can't accuse me of being half-assed

When I broke my foot this past February, I really broke it.  I busted four out of five metatarsal bones, one in two places.  I had two screws installed and later removed, was on a scooter, did crutches, had a spaceman boot and everything.  When I do something, I go all out. 

So, when I was handed the task of cranking out some eggs for this IVF thing, I did just that.  And then some.  I have close to (drumroll, please) forty follicles.  And the bloodwork I had done yesterday (e2 was at 474) I nearly doubled today.  837, thankyouverymuch.

However, turns out that this is not a race to make the most as I can as fast as I can.  My nurse called this afternoon and told me to take it down a notch, quite literally.  So, I was instructed to lower my dose of follistim to 100 units tonight and tomorrow night and to come in for more poking and probing on Thursday.

But the best part of my day?  The doc that saw me today was looking through my chart as I was having blood drawn.  She held up the chart to the front, inside flap where a picture of Jeff and I was paperclipped.  (They take a picture of every patient/couple to keep in the chart...I guess it helps keep faces with names.)  She said, and I'm paraphrasing here, "This is the best one of these I've ever seen!  You guys look so happy and so in love!  I really like it!"

Even as I type this, I'm smiling.  I'm just the luckiest girl in the world and I'm savoring every minute of it.  I love you, Jeff!

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