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At least, that's what I'm feeling like now. Blergh.

I'm starting week 3 of the IVF injections, making me bloated and achy in my ladyparts. My pants are tight at the waistband, and my boobs are complaining about my bra being too small. I've lost track of how many early morning office visits I've had this month (5? 6?), with blood tests and interior ultrasounds (and a *razzer-frazzer* $25 copay, thanks to my greedy HMO - though I'm grateful they're picking up most of the IVF costs) at each. I'm running out of clear spaces on my belly for injections (the bluey-purple bruises are quite fetching) and my arms for blood draws (the green->brown spectrum isn't as pretty).

So far I've got 4 contenders for eggs on each ovary, with hopes for more growth. There's another appointment tomorrow, the results of which will determine if we go for retrieval Sunday or Monday.

Right now I'm looking forward to the two days of mandated bed rest after implantation, which I plan on using to binge watch "Penny Dreadful" (gotta be ready for my VVC room party) and maybe "Sleepy Hollow".

Grow eggs grow! Let's make this the last cycle we need to go through all this.

Any and all good thoughts would be appreciated.
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