October 26th

The wettest October day in like twenty years and it was freaky windy, but that was no reason to stay in bed.

I had an appointment with my acupuncturist at 10.30. He's awesome and very personable and opened my fallopian tubes which friggin killed, but only for a second, so I forgave him.

From there I went to the Fertility Clinic for my embryo transfer...yes Peeps, this is the furthest I've got in the eighteen months I've been on this journey. The one and only egg I produced this month was fertilized on Saturday and divided. I saw it before it was inserted into my uterus and it looked completely different to the previous time when they were just round eggs...this had cells and looked more exciting.

Then a couple of hours later, back to acupuncture. He told me I was now a fertile Goddess...

Here's hopin'

N x

One Good Egg

The egg retrieval was yesterday. I had three good size follicles, but the Doctor could only retrieve one egg. Here's hoping it's a goody.

I feel MUCH better today than I did after the last time.

N x

Not Compromising...

Every morning I have a short ritual (by short, I mean it takes all of a minute) where I make a wish to meet the man of my list...admit it, we all have one, even if you ARE in a relationship, and to have a baby. When asking the Universe for things, one must be very specific. On Wednesday morning, I left with Ollie for a quick walk, made my wish and left the apartment. I had to get to the Fertility Clinic for a blood test and ultrasound and was going to take him to the park after. Apparently I must have worded it wrong...

We did the short walk to the beach, walked home, got in the car, drove to the clinic, I got back in the car after the tests (everything was still on track for egg collection Friday, which is now today, but I'm getting ahead of myself) and drove to the park. Ollie jumped out of the car and walked into the park...still a normal day. I watched the whales for about 15 minutes with a couple of friends while the dogs stood around...it was going to be an extremely hot day, then walked Ollie back to the car. This is where my day went downhill FAST. He couldn't get up the stairs. His back legs had NO strength, so I carried him up, put him in the car and called the vet as I sped there because I figured he'd been bitten by a tic.

Vet told me he wanted to check him for tics and keep him for observation for a couple of hours. This was now 9.00am. Fine with me, just fix him. I went and met two new friends for coffee, who were now equally worried about him.

They called from the vet at 1.00pm and told me I could pick him up. There was no tic and as baffling as this was, the vet thought Ollie may have strained his hips, or this was the onset of arthritis. I took him home, but something wasn't right. It came on too fast and too sever to be a hip "thing" so I checked him over once more and FOUND A TIC.

I carried him to the car, and couldn't get back to the vet fast enough, who was mortified he'd missed it. The tic was removed and Ollie was carried away to be doused in a bath and administered an intravenous tic anti serum. He was not coming home tonight.

Paralysis tics are deadly. The first symptom is the dog's hind legs go limp, then the poison goes into their respiratory system, which is where it was heading in Ollie. By the time I took him back, he was panting hard. I picked him up yesterday evening and was told he's going to be fragile for about a week.

He's very lethargic and his bark is different, like he's whispering. When I heard it last night I realized how fatal this could have been. I'm just thankful the tic was found and he was treated in time.

Needless to say, I lost my appetite and really have eaten nothing since this ordeal!!!

Hey, Universe, I'm not compromising. I want my dog, a baby AND a relationship.

N x

Ouchy

Back to the Fertility Clinic this morning for a blood test and an ultrasound. I have three good follicles and can begin my Antagonist injections tonight. Now I'm injecting myself with two shots...

This means egg retrieval will probably be on Tuesday or Wednesday.

I have another blood test on Monday, and will find out then.

N x

Stick it to me...

I started my Puregon injections yesterday. Same time every evening until the Clinic tells me otherwise. Next blood test is on Saturday when I'll probably have an ultrasound.

Thank you to all of mamamia's readers who responded today. I appreciate all the opinions and hope I'll have some good news to report in the not too distant future.

http://mamamia.com.au/weblog/2009/10/guest-post-im-single-and-trying-to-have-a-baby-with-donor-sperm.html

N x

FINALLY

This is the longest cycle I've ever had...32 days.

I spent yesterday with my brother, sister in law and their kids, who have been vacationing up the coast. My sis in law was asking me what's going on with my IVF. I told her I'm still waiting for my period to start again. She said I'm sure to get it now because every girl who's visited them in the past couple of days, has started their period there!!!

I got mine today...

Tomorrow, blood test.

N x

Tap, tap, tap...

Still waiting for my period. By my calculations I should have got it last Sunday. It's now Thursday night. I called the clinic today and spoke to one of the nurses, who told me to be patient.

When I don't want it, my period comes way too soon. Now I WANT it to come so I can start IVF again and I'm having the longest cycle I've ever had...WTF.

Patience, as I've said before, is not my strongest virtue, or a virtue that was even waved over me. I have none, I've never had any, I have no problem confessing this and when I simply have no choice, I feign it.

So, here I sit...

N x

The New Black

EVERY forty something person I've spoken to, or about, is dating a 27 year old. Whether they're guys or girls, it's becoming quite a phenomenon...to me anyway.

What is it about these Gen Y'ers that's SO appealing? They seem to be cashed up, from doing I don't know what and are quite selfish, maybe that's why they have so much dough.

Do they have siblings, or are many of them only children? The thing with late 20 year olds is that they think they're tres sophisticated. They're not, and only realize this when they're 40, just like the rest of us.

What do my friends talk about with their new squeezes?

Where to go for dinner?

Does her butt look ok in her jeans?

What they're going to eat?

Then they both get plastered, go home and have sex. Then what do they talk about...?

And whose friends do they hang out with?

Ok, I'm done, it's just so not me and I don't get it...

N x