Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! You guys, it’s on.
I had my baseline ultrasound today. All weekend I was having some pretty wicked pains on my lower right side, so I thought for sure Dr. G. was going to tell me that my cyst had gotten bigger or that it was at the very least still there. But nope. It’s totally gone. There was another, small cyst near, but not on, my ovary that she said was no big deal and shouldn’t be causing me discomfort. She couldn’t tell me why I was having pain but asked me to let her know if it didn’t go away. Everything else looked great. There were follicles aplenty. I’m not sure of the exact total because she was counting them pretty fast, but I think maybe somewhere around nine on each side.
This afternoon I got the call that my bloodwork looked A-OK, so tonight I had my first injections of Menopur and Follistim. Everything went fine! I may or may not have been so nervous that I got snippy with Tim when he asked me a benign question, and Tim may or may not have accidentally took the Menopur needle out at an angle and made me bleed. As advised by many, I did ice my skin prior to injecting Menopur, and it did not burn too badly. It was, however, hard to push the plunger down.
So yeah. IVF numero uno has officially begun! Despite my excitement, there are some things I’m worrying about. Like the random pain in my right side. Or the fact that I’ll likely have to get two more root canals during this cycle. (True story: these last few root canals have been because my daughter accidentally rammed me in the teeth with her hard little head. The teeth got inflamed and some of them died. Love hurts, people. Like, for real.) But after months and months of trying to get my health in tip-top shape and my teeth all fixed up pretty before beginning IVF, I’ve finally realized that there will never be a time when everything is perfect. Never. My teeth are always getting jacked up, and if it weren’t my teeth it would likely be something else. Life is imperfect and life happens right along with IVF. I can only do what I can do and the rest will unfold as it’s meant to.
I also find myself a little bewildered. As this IVF kept getting pushed back, a part of me started to believe it might not ever happen, and now that it’s actually begun it feels surreal. Mostly, though, I’m just jazzed to be kicking it off. I could be pregnant by Christmas. By August, I could be holding a newborn in my arms. Dare I hope it?
Yes, I do. Actually, I double-dog dare it.
Because right now hope is my best friend.