We triggered last night (twelfth night of stims, not too bad!) and will IUI tomorrow. We officially have one good follie on the left, with a “maybe” on the right (if it works really hard to catch up). I had a bunch of follies hanging out in the 12-13ish range and there was talk about canceling or converting to IVF. So, we triggered quickly to save the cycle. Phew.
I love Dr. Awesome. I love his knowledgeable, compassionate nurses. I love his online patient portal where hubs and I can access my daily monitoring results. I love his protocol. I love that he is checking my P4 in a week. I love that I have a Beta test scheduled and don’t have to take an HPT. I love his aggression with my treatment. I love his caution. I love everything about clinic #2.
My E2 was through the roof this time: 1412. That was such a relief after four mature follies last time and the really low estradiol levels. My body either really loves a) stimming without being on BCPs first (hello, no bench month!), b) low-dose HCG (suck it, Luveris!), or c) not running at all during stimming (I’ve been reading about running’s effect on estrogen levels…maybe my body is incredibly sensitive to my 5-milers?), or d) good old fashioned luck (as in bad luck with 2.0 and good luck with 3.0 stimming).
If this dosen’t work we’re taking a month off to recharge and visit family and then we’re joining a September 13 IVF cycle. (The nurse took extra blood at yesterday’s monitoring so we could begin the testing involved.) And I’m glad Dr. Awesome saw my body’s response first hand with this IUI cycle.
Even though I’m thinking more and more about IVF, I’d so love to live the dream and get pregnant on injects/IUI 3.0.
Please let this follie hold the golden eggie. Please let it find its way into my tube. Please let hubs’s swimmers find it. Please let it implant. Please let this work. Please let this be it. Please, please, please. [Said not in wild desperation, but with hope and love and Zen.]
PS Hubs and I got married four years ago today. And we’re creeping up on 10 years of dating. He’s my rock and my best friend. I think going through something like IF can tear a marriage down or bring two people closer together. I am so lucky, because he has been by my side and completely involved in every single tiny (and huge) step of this process. He finds academic journals with promising studies relating to my situation and emails them to me. He researches endometrium lining and then orders supplements off drugstore.com to help me improve mine (and Dr. A tells him it’s cutting edge research he’s found!). He mixes my meds every night. He injects me three times a night. He asks me every night if I remembered my Crinone during the 2ww. He runs regressions on my temping charts, comparing them to other FFers. He happily obliges when we’re in the timed intercourse window. He holds me tight when I shake with fear. He sits next to me when I cry. I couldn’t ask for better support. I love him so much. We become a better team every single day. You can’t mess with us, IF!