I woke up late this morning - it's so hot that I keep waking up in the night, then find it difficult to get up in the morning. I then sat and read blogs for about 30 minutes. Heather at Battlefish has lost her mother suddenly to a heart attack yesterday and it really threw me. As a result I completely mistimed getting to the clinic so I had to rush. It's nearly 30 degrees C here, even at 9.30 in the morning, so by the time I got there I was gross and sweaty.
I needn't have bothered rushing. It being Monday it was mega-busy and I had to wait at every turn. I forgot to mention that this is a holiday week at work so I don't have class, otherwise I would have got really stressed.
Ultrasound: she didn't really measure very many, which got me in a bit of a panic, but the ones she did measure were all around 0.8 and 0.9 so at least so far they are growing evenly. Loooong wait to see Dr K. He told me that the follies were 'just starting growing.' I asked him how many we are shooting for and he said 10, but he gave no indication how many I had this morning. Too early to tell I guess. I think I like this low level of information approach, as I otherwise would have too much to obsess over. Ignorance, while not bliss, does seem to give me a level of calm.
As I said, I was in a bit of a panic after the lack of measuring at the ultrasound, and was mentally preparing myself for the worst case scenario, which at the moment is the cycle being cancelled. Dr K is really good at being reassuring though.
Then something that I didn't expect that was equally reassuring. Because the egg retrieval is done under a general anaesthetic, I had to have another load of tests this morning to make sure it would be alright I assume. Which... guess what... I had to wait ages to have. Blood, urine, EKG. The blood was the worst part, as when I sat down she looked at my paper and then started picking out the little tubes. And just kept on picking them out. Seven in total which I know isn't really a lot but as I was expecting just one or two watching her just getting more and more of them was alarming.
Also, did I mention I didn't eat breakfast this morning?
I then sat for 5 minutes after the blood, feeling a bit light-headed, had the EKG, and then got my Gonal-F pen. The nurse did my jab today in the injection room (it was nearly 12 by then, which is 2 hours after I'm supposed to do them each day, though apparently it doesn't matter too much if one or two of them are at the wrong time).
I'm still only on 225 of Gonal F for 3 days (including today) No suppression drugs yet. In on Thursday for another scan.
So, while my follicles may or may not be developing enough, things are still moving ahead. I'm telling myself that they wouldn't bother to do the pre-anaesthesia checks if things were looking disastrous.
If you get a moment, please go and see Heather and show some support at this difficult time.