I Envy Bears and Their Ability to Hibernate

This morning, before we left the house, Dr. Samelastnameasme called to give me a status report on two of the embryos, which appeared normal and were starting their compacting stage, which is good. She didn’t say how many cells the first one was, but the second was at 6-cells.

I asked her how the other two looked and she said she hadn’t asked for their report as she figured we would transfer the two. I explained that I really have no desire to try a FET and that I just want this all to be over. Could we transfer three? She asked if I was willing to reduce. I said yes.

Three it would be.

I won’t get into the debate of reduction as I am not only too superstitious to even imagine a pregnancy of triplets or more, but to imagine a pregnancy at all. It just seems such an impossibility that I refuse to go any further than admitting that if I was gestating a litter, little objection would come from me regarding selective reduction. So let’s not go there.

I was told yesterday that the hospital would provide the valium whereas in the past I was allowed to get a script here and take one upon arrival at The Metro. While I was a bit disappointed, I figured I wouldn’t care where it came from. Except, Dr. Samelastnameasme was in a hurry and the ward was busy. Not enough time for a valium pre-procedure.


We watched on the ultrasound machine the pipette go in and three fuzzy dust-bunnies float out of it. My bladder was drained via a catheter and then I was sent back to my room for an hour of good old fashioned hip-propping.

It was then I was given my valium. It certainly made watching Mr. Mom on the room’s crappy T.V. much more enjoyable and my need to move about and do something, anything, was effectively squelched.

The last part of our experience at the hospital (on the maternity ward, of all places), was “transportation”. Oh-ho! You want a wheelchair?! Forget that! Remember, we take our post-transfer patients down to pick up their vehicle on a gurney! I even asked if we could bypass that and the lovely nurse Mary Kay said no way.

I slept in a valium-induced haze most of the way home. I finished a novel I bought yesterday (and foolishly started yesterday as well effectively leaving me bored since I had only a couple of chapters to finish). Mr. DD brought me the computer and ta-da! here you find me.

When I’m able to post some pictures, I will show you a few things that have been sent to me as talismans for this cycle, including a very special pendant made and sent by the artist herself (it was waiting in the mail upon my return today and am wearing it as I type).

My beta is scheduled for Thursday, November 15, not Friday as I had guessed. I have six pregnancy tests sitting in the bathroom drawer. I suppose tomorrow is too early to test? Any bets on when I’ll cave?

One last note regarding the PIO injections: placing the needle upon the skin first and then pushing it in is much easier than trying to aim and jab. I also have to up my dosage from 1cc to 1 1/2cc since my P4 came back at 19 today. They would like it to be at least 20.

So there it is. I’m PUPO.

For now.

Thank you. Thank you all for your sincere hopes for us. It’s been a long, painful journey, but we couldn’t have made it this far without your support.

A Housekeeping Note

Thanks to those who let me know that they were having some technical difficulties getting to this blog via Bloglines. I haven’t had time to research it yet, but if you get the WordPress username and password request window when you click through from Bloglines, I would recommend you try typing in ddtko.wordpress.com in your web server box instead.

If the problem persists, I’ll have to follow up with Bloglines and WordPress to see what the issue is, but I haven’t encountered it yet. It may also be related to whether or not you use Microsoft’s Internet Explorer, which I do, and I haven’t been able to duplicate the issue.