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.

43 thoughts on “I Envy Bears and Their Ability to Hibernate”

  1. My thoughts are with you. I’ll be holding my breath until Thursday, really I will. Well, I may have to take a gulp here and there……..Best wishes!

  2. Crossing everything, and knowing that PUPO is going to be what you will stay!!! I am so excited for you, and really, really praying that this whole thing works out!!!

  3. Fingers, toes, eyes… everything’s crossed for you.

    Thinking of you and hoping the wait goes quickly with the very best news you can get at the end.


  4. Very good news. Since I don’t have a 2WW coming my way for at least another couple weeks, I’ll live vicariously thru yours. Crossing my fingers and toes for you!

  5. You got to watch Mr. Mom? Lucky cow! All my clinic had was 2 year old copies of Good Housekeeping.

    I’m hoping for you, babe. Just sayin’.

  6. Three’s Company. I walked by the Regal Beagle pub just yesterday so I think that’s very auspicious.

    Thinking very very good thoughts and holding my thumbs oh-so-hard-for-you.

  7. PUPO, indeed! What a way to get into a threesome, eh? (Or maybe, the reverse?) 😉 Rooting for a nice big beta for you from over here on the left coast.

  8. PUPO it is… will keep my fingers and toes crossed and make the four legged creatures do so as well. We may all look like freaks, but it’s for a good cause. Hang in there.

  9. I will be sending positive thoughts, requests and hope out into the universe for you, braiding my hair, crossing my eyes, legs, fingers and toes…mustering all positive vibes that one of those little guys sticks around for 9 months!

  10. Is it customary to say “Happy PUPO?”

    That is quite the list you created. I wish I would have found that a year and a half ago when I would pretend to know what POAS stood for.

    So. pokey got the ice? Those must have been some good embryos if they even froze the 4th one.

  11. Three is the charm, I’m betting.

    As for testing I’m kind of with Thalia, honestly, just wait a few days or more, you’ll only drive yourself nuts testing earlier.

    Hell, to be honest, maybe you shouldn’t test at all. You could be pregnant like I am, and the peesticks are white as snow, just like what happened to me. The beta showed positive, but hell what if i had believed the sticks and never gone in?

  12. Hoping, hoping, hoping that PUPO becomes PUABIB (… until a baby is born)–it has the added benefit that it’s fun to say out loud.

    I’m glad that transfer went well and that you got your valium, even if it was at the end!

  13. Hoping here, too. Shame about the delay in the valium intake, but it sounds like it had fringe benefits of making the afternoon that much, um, smoother.

    I’d say the testing should start this time next week, 7dp3dt?

  14. YES!!! I am so happy that things look good right now. 3 is a good number – every bit of hope I have left in me is being sent your way. I bet you will hold out unitl next Monday before you poas. Rest, rest, rest.

  15. And one frozen as well – ta-da.
    Our bears don’t hibernate – as long as there’s food through the winter they stay a foot. Therefore, you would also have to cleanse your house of food which would probably not be looked upon favourably by X or Mr. DD.
    PUPO it is.

  16. Thanks for reminding me Laura: little Cuatro was put on ice. He was definitely behind the other three but Dr. Samelastnameasme thought he qualified for freezing.

  17. YAY! i’m so glad you got to put 3 back in. i hope you are resting your PUPO self. what happened with cuatro, if you don’t mind my asking? lots of well wishes being sent your way right now.

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