This morning was pretty craptastic. I got down to the clinic about an hour early, so I hung out in my car and read. When I got out, it dinged at me that my lights were on. Shit. I tried to start the car. Nope, dead. Shit again. I got out, went up to the clinic, and said hi to the receptionist. I said that I was going to go use the restroom, but that I hadn't remembered the code (the restroom is in the hall of the office building, and there's a sign with the code on the desk in the clinic). She smiled and said ok. I came back and signed in, and asked if she had the HSG order for me to take upstairs. (The HSG is done at a radiology place upstairs, though my RE comes up and does the procedure.). She said one sec, that they wanted me to do a pee test. I said that I had just gone. They said I just needed a drop. I was distraught, but I tried. No luck. I came out and said that it wasn't happening. They told me to try again. By this time, I was crying. I had to be upstairs so I didn't miss my HSG, I couldn't pee, my car was dead, I knew I wasn't pregnant, because this was my second period since Linnell had been gone, and plus, he has had a vasectomy for over 10 years. AND, I was already stressed out because I was about to find out if the pain and suffering of the last year had been worth it, or if I was to be done with surrogacy forever. I flipped out a little.
They did make me try again, but when I came back out and said it wasn't working, they said OK and let me go upstairs. I was able to stop crying by the time I got up there. I went back, and the nurse upstairs asked me if I had ever had one before. I said yes, this was my third one in the last year. She said she was sorry. They don't call the RE until I'm on the table, so I got to wait there with my bits flapping in the wind for a few minutes. Fun stuff. The RE did the HSG, and she said everything looked good! Music to my ears. She told me to go downstairs and talk to my coordinator, and we could get started on the cycle! I asked her if I needed to finish this back of BCPs, and she said, "I don't think so". Yay!
I went down, and everybody looked at me like I was a time bomb. I told them I was sorry, that I felt much better now. I told my coordinator what the RE had said. She said that they probably wouldn't have me do the lupron this time (saves 3 weeks!), and that I would probably just start on estrogen in a couple of weeks, and we would probably transfer in MARCH!!! Holy crap, March makes me happy. If we transfer in March, I will be done with (or at least close to done with) morning sickness when Linnell gets home from Afghanistan. We discovered with the last deployment that it is much easier on all of us if we can go on a little trip away somewhere when he gets home, to kind of reset as a family. That way, we can make a new schedule together when we get back, instead of trying to fit him into the schedule that DD and I have had for the past 6 months. I would be overjoyed if we could do that this time.
She said she'll get back to me soon with a calendar!
They did make me try again, but when I came back out and said it wasn't working, they said OK and let me go upstairs. I was able to stop crying by the time I got up there. I went back, and the nurse upstairs asked me if I had ever had one before. I said yes, this was my third one in the last year. She said she was sorry. They don't call the RE until I'm on the table, so I got to wait there with my bits flapping in the wind for a few minutes. Fun stuff. The RE did the HSG, and she said everything looked good! Music to my ears. She told me to go downstairs and talk to my coordinator, and we could get started on the cycle! I asked her if I needed to finish this back of BCPs, and she said, "I don't think so". Yay!
I went down, and everybody looked at me like I was a time bomb. I told them I was sorry, that I felt much better now. I told my coordinator what the RE had said. She said that they probably wouldn't have me do the lupron this time (saves 3 weeks!), and that I would probably just start on estrogen in a couple of weeks, and we would probably transfer in MARCH!!! Holy crap, March makes me happy. If we transfer in March, I will be done with (or at least close to done with) morning sickness when Linnell gets home from Afghanistan. We discovered with the last deployment that it is much easier on all of us if we can go on a little trip away somewhere when he gets home, to kind of reset as a family. That way, we can make a new schedule together when we get back, instead of trying to fit him into the schedule that DD and I have had for the past 6 months. I would be overjoyed if we could do that this time.
She said she'll get back to me soon with a calendar!
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