I love needles

I'm hoping this works.  You should just be able to hit one of the arrows on the box, and I should pop up.  But we all know that technology, doesn't always work.  I'm about to crawl in bed for my early morning wake up and more doctor's appointments.  I really don't mind, as long as they keep telling me good news. 

Good Stuff

It's been a few days.  I was going to try and blog every night, but the exhaustion has been incredible.  I'm 7 days in to Stims, and I'm feeling pretty good.  I've had some crazy bruising on my belly.  Do not keep stabbing yourself in the same spot.  Duly noted!

Wednesday was my first doctor's appointment with Ultrasound.  Feeling nervous would be the understatement.  Good news!  I couldn't believe it, and at the same time, I expected it.  6 Follicles growing.  4 on the right and 2 on the left.  There are some smaller antral follicles, but they were about half the size of the growing follies.  The doctor said he was pleased with the progress, so we continue on with the same dosage.  They drew some blood and I floated out the door.  :)  I had to race across town to the Heart Hospital, because my dad did not listen to me, when I told him, this was to be a stress free time for me.  How dare he need some attention.  :)  His doctor came out, and continued with the theme of good news.  He needed a stent replaced, and he is going to be back to his ornery self.  :)  He's home and I couldn't be happier.  Even though he cheated, with the wishbone debacle, my wish came true.  His heart and life are what's most important to me.

Friday, next doctor's appointment.  After the excitement of Wednesday and all the good news, I did not have a good feeling.  The exhaustion and lack of sleep, had me feeling bitchy and mean.  But, I went anyway :)  The first words out of the doctor's mouth were, "your ovaries really like this medication".  I wanted to lay there and cry.  Those words meant the world to me.  Yes, there are still so many things that have to go right.  Like having good eggs for one, but each day that bears good news, is one step closer to realizing my dream.  My blood work came back wonderful as well.

So here we sit on a Saturday morning, looking around at my house.  For the first time, I'm starting to allow myself to envision toys strewn about the room, chaos and the laughter and crying of a baby.  For years and years and years, that has always just been a thought, but never did I think that it would happen.  I'm trying really hard not to get overly excited, but you have to have hope.  And if I'm being honest, my Faith is starting to grow a little each day.

Feeling Ok

About to head in and take my shots for the evening. Feeling ok, my stomach is pretty tender, but not horrible. Having this time over the holiday, to relax and not needing to be anywhere, has made this much easier to deal with. Tomorrow though, starts the hectic back and forth to Dr's appointments in the City. There are many other things happening this week, that are pulling my emotions in different ways. Please keep my family in your prayers.