I guess I’m overdue for an update, huh?
AF started on 12/1 and I had my first monitoring appointment on the 10th.
I drove to the appointment myself. When we first set up the appointment, Jess asked, “Would you be upset if I couldn’t go?” And of course I wouldn’t be upset. She had a good reason and I don’t need my hand held to get an ultrasound and have my blood drawn. Her not going meant I had to drive…but I could deal with that. I asked that she send my anticipated expenses ahead of time and didn’t think anything of it…
The estrace makes me…I don’t know how to even describe how the estrace pills make me feel. And it’s just the estrace pills specifically, not del-estrogen injections or a rapidly rising E2 level from stim meds and eggs growing. My moods are all over the place and I’m just not myself. I feel…agitated all of the time like one little tiny thing can send me into anger or make me upset. So a couple of days into pills when my IM was busy on vacation and wasn’t sure she could send the expense check out in time, I was a little annoyed.
And my annoyance grew fairly rapidly into anger. I had to drive a 4-hour round trip and attend an appointment and she couldn’t make time to stop at the post office? Sure…she’s busy with the holiday stuff but so am I. She did take time out of her vacation to FedEx me visa gift cards for the expenses but that didn’t appease the seething anger. Why did we agree to a December cycle again if she didn’t have time for it? And she had time to go to a surro-friend’s appointment on Tuesday but not to her own surro’s appointment on Thursday. Sure, her daughter had a thing on Thursday and there’s no reason for her daughter to suffer or sacrifice because of an appointment…except, my daughter has had to make sacrifices for our cycle. Why should her daughter not have to make any? Of course, my daughter is older and can be explained to…but her daughter is probably young enough not to remember in few weeks what the problem was.
Rationally, I have no reason to be mad about those things. I signed up for this and I knew what it would be like appointment wise. I knew my family would have to make sacrifices, including my daughter. I even told her that I didn’t mind her not coming when she first asked…but I wasn’t feeling rational last week at all. I was angry. I may have been mildly annoyed without the hormones but with the estrace, I was viciously angry, beyond pissed. That type of emotion isn’t normal for me. I know it’s the hormone meds.
Anyway, I was on my way to the appointment on the 10th and what should have been a 2 hour drive took me 3 hours. I was annoyed with the traffic and I decided that it was all my IM’s fault. If she had been goign to the appointment, I could have been reading on the train and not dealing with the traffic nonsense. How dare she get me stuck in a traffic snarl! Clearly, she caused the accident or whatever was backing things up. I was talking on the phone with a friend at the time to help de-stress from the traffic and she just started to laugh at me. and I had to join her because I was beyond crazy. Blaming my IM for the traffic? Clearly not right. Just a mood. A rotten foul mood that had lasted a week and pushed beyond rational by the crazy hormone meds and the awful headache (also from the meds) that wouldn’t go away.
By the time I got to the clinic, I was frazzled but my mood was lighter. My lining was 12.5 which is above the clinic minimum of 8 though not as spectacular as my 18 last cycle. So the cycle was going as planned and the clinic wasn’t mad at me for being late. I stopped for some brunch and the world was good…
Until I started to head home and got lost. I don’t have GPS and I hate to be lost. And no one was answering their phones, at least, no one close to a computer who could look up where I was and tell me where to go. I called my IM in tears. On the up side, the water works really helped clear up the last remnants of my bad mood. Turns out I was minutes from my IPs house. She gave me a soda and we chatted for a while and the world was good again when I headed back out. I never did get on the highway I intended to get on…but I found my way home anyway.
The clinic wouldn’t tell us for sure if it would be a day 3 transfer or a day 5 transfer. I was annoyed. We asked to know on Monday whether it would be Tuesday the 15th or Thursday the 17th. They said they couldn’t tell us until Tuesday morning. My IM asked if they could just do a Day 3 transfer and they said, “We have to do what’s best for the embryos.” Uh-huh. Well, I’m glad they said that to her not me. As far as I’m concerned, embryos have no more rights than bacteria.
Anyway, they called my IM today and it’s definitely a day 5 transfer on Thursday so obviously, they did know on Monday and all of the fuss and worry about a potential last minute Tuesday transfer could have been avoided.
I’m currently taking:
- Estrace 2mg, three times per day – started 12/1
- Medrol dose pack – started 12/12
- PIO, 1cc in the morning – started 12/13
The PIO was what I needed. Even with only 2 doses, my mood already feels more even. I feel like a rational person again and not out of control with moods and hormones.
So transfer 12/17, 4dp5dt will be 12/21 and that’s when I’ll start to POAS. I expect positive results by 8dp5dt (12/25) at the latest but probably more like 6dp5dt. Beta will probably be the last week of December and our first ultrasound the following week. This will work. I know there’s a potential that it won’t…but I have to believe it will work. I couldn’t take the meds and deal with side effects and appointments if I didn’t believe it would work. And…my due date will be 9/4/2010, the day before my daughter turns 9.