Please Hold While We Process Your Request

Home now from the clinic. 

The clinic, for a change, nearly kicked my ass.  It's a nice clinic, in a "nameless, soulless hospital" kind of way.  There are now many, many frames full of happy bouncing babies-(psst!  Docs!  Umm, while we like to see success rates it's a bit much to see, oh, about 5,000 pictures of babies as we wait for our uteri to wake the fuck up.  I'm just saying.)  I was supposed to have a few swabs done-the clinic like to have all the tests up-to-date, and a few of mine that I did over a year ago need re-doing (I think it's syphillis and gonorrhea? Or chlamydia?  Or some other sexually transmitted disease that has a high squick factor?  I can't remember, all I know is I get to spread 'em for an enormous Q-Tip in order to update my tests.)  The problem is, I'm still bleeding from my period.

Nine days on.

Fun times, my friend.  Fun times.

So the swab and carry is postponed until next week, where hopefully the bleeding has stopped (and if it hasn't I'm cauterizing myself shut.)

Anyway, in the waiting room Aidan and I were blessed with the company of not one baby, but TWO.  TWO BABIES.  From two different families.  One baby was the trophy baby ("Lookee what you created here!  Quick, add us to the wall!"), the other apparently a trophy baby while accompanying Ma and Pa Kettle to the clinic to start off another cycle.  Which immediately leads to me being a whore-Your child isn't even six months old yet, and you're already starting all over again?  What, that whole sleeping thing starting to get on your nerves?

I point out to Aidan the folly of bringing children to an IVF clinic.

"Well, it is why you're all here.  You get to see the ultimate goal there," he shrugged.

"Yeah, I know.  Only, it's more like "'I beat the odds, nanny-nanny-boo-boo!'" I chant.  I shrug.  "It just seems kinda' tacky to me, like bringing a box of chocolates to a Weight Watchers meeting."

So then we got scanned.

I'd been worried that maybe the medication wasn't working, as I've had few side effects-some night sweats, the marvelous 9 Day Bleed, but nothing much else.  With one makeout session with the internal wand, however, it turns out that my uterus is so quiet you can hear crickets.  The Buserelin has done its job.  This house is clean.

But the recipient-the other woman who is receiving half of my eggs-isn't.

The nurse tried to broach this with us delicately.  Turns out she's still working with Tangina the tiny clairvoyant and ridding her uterus of her own poltergeists.  The recipient has another scan on Wednesday, at which point we'll know what to do. 

In the meantime, although my body is ready to start the stims (aka "ovary kicking egg production overload), I can't.  Mr Bump will have to stay in the freezer for now, he'll not be cooling off my injection sites anytime soon.  I'm on hold until Wednesday, continuing with the down-regulating meds in the meantime.  We're not sure what this will do to my cycle and my dates now, but we're a bit stressed about the schedule-we have egg retrieval set for the 5th of February, egg transfer on the 7th, and Aidan's daughter and her best friend arrive to stay with us for a long weekend on the 8th-we don't want to tell her what's going on with this for now, and the dates are stressing me out big time. 

I call the clinic late Wednesday and figure out where we go from here, and I can only hope that the recipient's down-reg is complete.

I guess my exorcisms work faster.

My uterus is such a kiss up.

Comments

[carey]

It drives me crazy when people bring babies to the clinic... it's just a crappy thing to do. I felt guilty sitting there when I first stimmed and looked 4 months pregnant - I wanted to tell everyone "It's just the meds... I'm just like you... so NOT pregnant... really!!"

Glad to hear your ute is cooperating, now let's hope the other woman's gets it's shit together ASAP. I hope this doesn't screw up anything for you guys...

[Carol]

Ah, so you're doing a shared cycle then? I don't think I had figured that part out before. Well hopefully your recipient will get her ute in order so you can move forward. I don't think there's any issue with them keeping you on the supression drugs a little longer - lots of clinics do that anyway just for scheduling. Good luck.

[hopefulmother]

I hope your recipient's ute gets its act together soon... must be frustrating to be waiting for something outside of your own body, when it's ready!

[caltechgirl]

aww crap. That stinks.

[Watson]

Good Christ!

I cannot imagine having to coordinate all of that cycling with another woman.

I am simply freaking out preparing for my first cycle.

(And by 'preparing' I mean drinking lots of wine and for the most part ignoring the fact that the whole thing is just around the corner.)

If I haven't said it before:

You are amazing.

Truly.

[donna]

I used to hate it when people brought kids to the RE's office. It IS rude.

When I went for my 4 week post partum visit, I thought of stopping in at the RE so the nurses who helped me could see the fruits of their labor (not just mine) but I thought better of it, because I knew how it felt. It's just tacky.

[sophie]

Sending good wishes that the timing works out favorably.

[Tinker]

My follicles appear to be whispering among themselves -- relatively quietly, but they haven't shut up completely. Regardless I get to start shooting up tomorrow.

That's a real bummer about shoving the schedule around to accommodate the 'donee'. But I admire you for scheduling anything that close to a cycle. You know, having a real life and all.

[Bea]

I hadn't even thought about that extra level of complexity. Hope your dates work out.

(Sh, I seem to be able to comment again, but let's not jinx it.)

Bea

[Meri-ann]

Love the WW analogy!

Typical though isn't it, if you're not waiting for one thing it's another?!

[Jules]

I always try to get early appointments, because of the baby factor.

I also think it's tacky to bring a baby to an ART clinic.

[stinkerbell]

I am so glad Mr. Bump will have the chance to come in handy...