Are You Kidding Me?

Hilari accompanied me to the clinic this morning to film.  During the ultrasound, the doctor noticed one of my follicles was larger than those surrounding it.  Ideally at this point, follicles should be around or below the size of 10.  This particular follicle is a size 14 meaning one of two things.  One, the follicle is growing faster than the others while allowing them access to the hormones.  Two, it's growing larger because it's absorbing all the hormones and denying it to the other follicles.  The best scenario is the first one, but I'll have to wait and see my blood work to get a full picture. 

Day Two of Shots

Second day of giving myself hormone shots.  The Gonal-F was simple to administer.  I removed the dosage and injected it as instructed one-inch from my belly button with the small syringe.  I’m still at the dose of 225. 

1st shot

I gave myself the first shot today! 

Before Hilari arrived to film all the action, I got out my box of fertility meds and reviewed the instructions.  The last time I practiced was two months ago and I didn't want to look like a complete nincompoop on camera.    

A Little Behind Schedule

I parked, jumped out of the car and reached in my purse as I walked toward the meter.  My hand frantically grasped random objects inside my purse.  My wallet....please tell me I have my wallet.  I stuck my head inside my giant yellow handbag as a last ditch effort.  Ugh!  No wallet.  My options are to drive home and be even later for my appointment or smile sweetly and politely ask a stranger for change.  I decided on the latter. 

Here We Go

My body has reset!  Here's the new schedule for my egg freezing cycle:

• 6/11/12 -  Office visit for blood and scan
• 6/12/12 -  Take last birth control pill
• 6/16/12 - Start fertility medication (finally!)
• Office visit  - 6/18, 6/20, 6/21, 6/23 and every day thereafter
• Retrieval the week of June 25th

Waiting

Still waiting...

Square One

The circumstances that brought us together this past week were heartbreaking, but spending time with my family was incredibly healing.  There were moments when the sadness was overwhelming and times when laughter, silly stories and tears eased the pain.   

Happy Brithday to Me

I'm 36 today.

In Honor of Papa

Papa loved poems.  Each year on his birthday, we celebrated with a poem competition.  Surrounded by family in the living room, he proudly read each poem for all competitors to appreciate.  As a kid, I had no idea how precious these memories would be.  Of course in Papa eyes, we were all poetry champions.   

Sad Night

Papa's in heaven.  He died in Nanny's arms.