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grammarwoman) wrote2011-06-29 09:26 am
grammarwoman) wrote2011-06-29 09:26 am
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Full of boo-urns
I am not having fun.
My on-again, off-again, but currently current crack of choice, the stick figure RPG Kingdom of Loathing, has been experiencing server issues the past few days, so I have not been able to escape into slack.
Meanwhile, the baby-making has been a big disappointment and a literal pain. After a course of ovulation-boosting medications that were really freaking expensive and invasive (five self-administered shots and a couple varieties of pills, as well as vaginal inserts), with a developed follicle that the nurse described as beautiful, and two rounds of IUI, I had a blood test last Tuesday that showed my hCG levels (the hormone that signifies if you're pregnant) at 16.9, where a 5 is not pregnant and 25 is pregnant. So I had to do a follow-up test on Thursday. I waited the whole damned day for results and finally called in, to be told that my level had climbed only to a disappointing 20, meaning that something kicked off but didn't complete.
My joke about having Schrödinger's uterus is very bitter right now.
My period started yesterday. Judging by the cramps I've been having for two days, my body is eager to get rid of the whole reproductive system. I can't blame it.
This morning was yet another blood test. (Have I mentioned how sick I am of blood tests? I have the meanest goddamned veins - they're teeny, hard to find, and have a tendency to sink and/or roll when the phlebotomist does have a lucky strike. The past few times, they've given up on the insides of my elbows and just gone for the backs of my hands. Plus, I bruise like a freaking rainbow at the slightest provocation. Plus+, I've been trying to get to the lab when it opens at 7 AM so I don't miss any more work. So having one or more blood tests a week has been really wearing one me. At least I don't have needle phobia.)
The blood sample today will go towards checking my hCG levels and a chromosomal analysis. The husband has to go in sometime in the next couple of weeks to get a chromosome test, too. (He does have needle phobia, so that will be even less fun.)
I haven't talked to the doctor yet about what comes next; I think she wants to see the chromosome results, which will take a couple of weeks. I don't even know how much those will cost us. Supposedly the insurance is covering them, but considering they approved the most expensive ovulation drug and I still wound up paying over $100 for one course of it, I'm nervous, and that's with me steadfastly refusing to think about what happens if they find something's wrong.
In any case, I think I'm going to take a couple of months off from the fertility fight and try to relax, lose weight, and exercise. My 20 year high school reunion is coming up in July, and August is very con-heavy.
I could do with some luck and hugs right now.
My on-again, off-again, but currently current crack of choice, the stick figure RPG Kingdom of Loathing, has been experiencing server issues the past few days, so I have not been able to escape into slack.
Meanwhile, the baby-making has been a big disappointment and a literal pain. After a course of ovulation-boosting medications that were really freaking expensive and invasive (five self-administered shots and a couple varieties of pills, as well as vaginal inserts), with a developed follicle that the nurse described as beautiful, and two rounds of IUI, I had a blood test last Tuesday that showed my hCG levels (the hormone that signifies if you're pregnant) at 16.9, where a 5 is not pregnant and 25 is pregnant. So I had to do a follow-up test on Thursday. I waited the whole damned day for results and finally called in, to be told that my level had climbed only to a disappointing 20, meaning that something kicked off but didn't complete.
My joke about having Schrödinger's uterus is very bitter right now.
My period started yesterday. Judging by the cramps I've been having for two days, my body is eager to get rid of the whole reproductive system. I can't blame it.
This morning was yet another blood test. (Have I mentioned how sick I am of blood tests? I have the meanest goddamned veins - they're teeny, hard to find, and have a tendency to sink and/or roll when the phlebotomist does have a lucky strike. The past few times, they've given up on the insides of my elbows and just gone for the backs of my hands. Plus, I bruise like a freaking rainbow at the slightest provocation. Plus+, I've been trying to get to the lab when it opens at 7 AM so I don't miss any more work. So having one or more blood tests a week has been really wearing one me. At least I don't have needle phobia.)
The blood sample today will go towards checking my hCG levels and a chromosomal analysis. The husband has to go in sometime in the next couple of weeks to get a chromosome test, too. (He does have needle phobia, so that will be even less fun.)
I haven't talked to the doctor yet about what comes next; I think she wants to see the chromosome results, which will take a couple of weeks. I don't even know how much those will cost us. Supposedly the insurance is covering them, but considering they approved the most expensive ovulation drug and I still wound up paying over $100 for one course of it, I'm nervous, and that's with me steadfastly refusing to think about what happens if they find something's wrong.
In any case, I think I'm going to take a couple of months off from the fertility fight and try to relax, lose weight, and exercise. My 20 year high school reunion is coming up in July, and August is very con-heavy.
I could do with some luck and hugs right now.