Showing posts with label IVF. Show all posts
Showing posts with label IVF. Show all posts

August 15, 2012

Miss Pink...

today was the day that i had been thinking about for months now. the overwhelming irrational fears that i had slowly melted away once we finally were able to see her face. yes, that's right...HER face. to top the list of completely irrational fears, was it truly a girl? just because a geneticist tells you it is, are they always 100% correct? of course there were other crazy thoughts (mostly because i watch too many Lifetime movies) that something could be wrong, but once we saw that little "hamburger bun", nothing else mattered.

we brought all the boys with us to the appointment so they could officially see their sister. wow, that is really strange to say. after all the butt, fart, and boobie jokes were said they all rolled around on the floor competing for the best view of the monitor. then came the list of outlandish names they had come up with. it was hard to tell if the sonographer and doctor were annoyed or amused with those three. oh, and by the way we don't have a name, but more on that a little later.

it turns out everything is perfectly great and little Miss Pink is right on track for her January 2nd arrival.

ultrasound pictures are just scary. she looks like an alien, but then again all babies do until they are about 2 months old. for now, this is what she looks like and here are a few questions answered for all of the ones i'm about to get. considering we never really announced the pregnancy and i'm already 19 weeks, i'm sure there's about to be a ton of inquisitive people out there...

1. no, we do not have a name picked out (unless you count the names the boys have picked - Diamond, Margarita, Donquita, and Trouble) and it's a little bit of a sore subject in our house, because we can't agree on a name
2. no, i'm not carrying twins (anymore...see the previous post about that one - although, the doctor did find our second little angel still hanging around in there) i'm just a very large pregnant person
3. yes, you can touch the belly, but only if i can touch yours
4. no, i will not be your designated driver for NYE...i might be a little busy
5. other than the usual heartburn, i feel fine, and yes, the so called morning sickness hit me for the first 14 weeks, but now i'm just dandy
6. i can still see my feet, well, for at least another few weeks anyway
7. i've already gained 9 pounds
8. all i want to eat are noodles, especially Ramen Noodles
9. we're not sure who she looks like, but the consensus is that she definitely looks like a McCool
10. yes, i can feel her moving...her feet are standing right on top of my HooHaw, which isn't very nice, and her little hands get me in the ovaries at least 6 times a day

anything else you wanna ask?

June 5, 2012

keeping a secret...

we started on a journey almost 2 years ago, one that we happily shared with the world (read here & also this one) but things didn't quite work out the way we planned. i should have known, things do not always work out for us the first time around, ever. so, when we tried again a second time, we kept everything to ourselves. and for good reason, the second time around was a complete disaster. we thought we would give it one last try (honestly it was getting ridiculously expensive). again, we decided to keep it to ourselves. why burden anyone else with yet another disappointment. we figured if we eventually got great news, then that's when we would tell everyone. 

it was almost like deja vu, we started the same process in March, just like we did last year. after weeks of multiple injections a day, we hoped for the best. on April 17 we went in for "the harvest". i knew that by the third time around i wouldn't have much of a reserve left. surprisingly we still ended up with 15 eggs. out of those 15, 10 became embryos, but by day 5 we only had 4 healthy ones left. two of the four were not the best looking embryos, but there were two that looked absolutely fabulous! and guess what? those two just happened to be girls! so, on April 22, we took our last shot at having some equality in our house. it's hard to tell by the picture below, but that little hatching blastocyst is in excellent condition.
of course, then comes the dreaded two week wait. that time from transfer day until the day you go back for your first blood draw (aka beta hCG). it has got to be the most nerve wracking 10 days, and you can't even calm your nerves with a glass bottle of wine! after doing this 3 times, i just couldn't take it anymore. i kind of cheated (it was only 8 days past my transfer). i was standing in line at the Wally World and there it was staring me in the face...a little box containing a pregnancy test (and it was less than a dollar!). i was almost embarrassed to buy it. i don't know why, i'm a grown ass woman, but i felt strange buying a pregnancy test from the check out lane next to the gum and reader's digest. i raced home and threw it in the closet, again, i don't know why i do these things. no one was even home to hide it from. the box stayed in the closet for a couple hours before i worked up the courage to open it. i circled the bathroom a few times before i finally sat down to pee on that little stick. of course, then you have to wait again (they recommend a couple minutes, what?!). i placed that little stick on the counter and paced the bathroom again. forget waiting two minutes, in less than 20 seconds i had my answer...

i was contemplating on how long to keep this a secret, but i immediately texted The Husband. i would have called, but i knew he was at a pretty big lunch meeting and wouldn't answer anyway. i knew that picture would get a response. he said it took all he had to not scream in the middle of the restaurant. other than that, i kept my mouth shut. two days later we went in for our blood draw, and guess what? they make you wait a couple hours before calling you. so, to try and ease my mind, i ate...a lot.
right on schedule, somewhere around 1:30pm, we got the call, and once again we were in the car. this time was different, mostly because i cheated with my little Wally World purchase a few days earlier, but i was still extremely nervous. i'm not allowed to answer calls from the doctor (my husband knows all too well how much of a nervous wreck i am) so, he cheerfully answered and listened to what the doctor had to say. i knew it had to be good news, but i just didn't know how good. on a numbers scale, your beta hCG needs to be anything greater than zero. most over the counter pregnancy tests won't even detect hCG levels less than 40-50. well, my first beta was 275! of course i had to get on all the message boards to see what that meant. most of the other responses to positive betas were all less than 100, so i was pretty sure that my 275 was pretty damn high. like most tests you have to repeat them to make sure they are accurate and that the numbers are improving. two days later we tested again, and by this time they expect your hCG level to have doubled from your last test. oh, it more than doubled...797! it was this call that made us nervous. not only was the doctor super thrilled to give us this news, but he thought he would throw in that high numbers usually means twins. WHAT?! we knew going into this that having twins would always be a good possibility, but when you actually hear it...speechless. 

at this point keeping this a secret was really hard (damn near impossible), so, we caved and told the family. we had to tell someone! but just getting a positive pregnancy test isn't quite enough. it was now on to weeks of ultrasounds to make sure we actually had a growing baby. from past experience we know that just getting two pink lines doesn't always mean the kick start of a healthy pregnancy. so, for the next few weeks, we went in for multiple ultrasounds. i didn't bother posting those, because you really can't see anything other than a black circle (or in our case 2 circles). did i forget to mention that i'm still giving myself injections every night? happy happy joy joy! at 6 weeks i was finally released to my OB, where i started yet more ultrasounds. at 7 weeks we were told that one of the babies (even though it had a heartbeat) was not looking so fabulous anymore. her sister was more than twice her size and growing steadily, but Lil' Bit just wasn't keeping up. we knew from the beginning that one was smaller and in an awkward location, but we had our hopes that things would turn around and she would catch up. when we went in for our last ultrasound, (i was technically 8w6d) baby A, aka Big Momma, measured at 9w3d with a heart rate of 163! unfortunately Lil' Bit only measured at 7w3d and we could no longer find a heartbeat. as upsetting as it should have been, it was just as joyous to know that we had a very strong healthy little girl in there. we took the boys with us this time, so they could actually see what all the fuss was about. according to P-Donculous, mommy is growing a little shrimp in her belly...

introducing Little Girl McCool
aka Big Momma

*even after writing this i was still a little hesitant about posting it. i know that at this point we should be out of the woods and close to the safe zone (i don't think i could keep it a secret for 3 more weeks) as far as "announcing" our news, but it's almost like it's too good to be true. i've been sitting at my computer for an hour (not including the 3 hours i spent yesterday actually writing this) with the nervous jitters avoiding that little orange publish button at the top of the page. maybe it has something to do with the 2 cups of coffee i just finished while sitting here (don't judge, it's half-caff) but i just can't bring myself to share the news yet. well, since i only have a handful of people who actually read this, then maybe it's safe, and we'll keep a Facebook announcement for another day (or week)...

April 26, 2011

not what we expected...

it's taken me a few days to be able to sit down and actually put words together about how i feel regarding the events of last week. for those who are just reading this blindly and have no clue what i'm talking about, well, you'll need to read THIS first, and then know that IT didn't work. last week was a very long and emotionally draining one. after having to wait around for 9 days before we could find out if all of our hopes and dreams had come true, we were beyond devastated to get the dreaded phone call. The Husband answered the phone, knowing i couldn't handle any kind of bad news. he was right to take that phone call, because i might have hurled myself out of the moving car we were in. it was the white knuckle driving that gave it away, he didn't even have to say a word. i completely lost it and the tears didn't stop pouring for the next 3 days. it felt like someone punched me in the stomach and then took my lunch money. i was still contemplating jumping out of the car, but it was moving pretty fast, and walking home was not what i wanted to do either.

life is cruel and sometimes pointless, and there's no explanation to why this happened. why did it happen? everything was perfect. i've been back and forth jumping around all 5 stages of the grieving process, but to be honest, anger is definitely the biggie. even though the sadness and depression hit me every morning when i wake up, it's the anger that stays with me during the day. i think i have a right to be angry...we haven't even heard from the doctor since the phone call (hence the feeling of someone taking my lunch money).

so, now here we are, out of money and nothing to show for it but a pillow full of tears. now what? this is totally not what we expected...