Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Some Good News

Yesterday DH got the results of his latest SA. Just to recap the count ~ 1st one: 17million, 2nd one: 10 million, 3rd one: 2 million. We were both nervous about hearing the results of the newest analysis as the downward trend was not encouraging. So this one is 6 months after his varicocle surgery and his count is up to 13 million. We know this is still well below the normal range but the count went up! The other numbers (morphology and motility) were all in normal range as well.

As for me, I went for bloodwork yesterday and my Gonal - F dosage was decreased a bit. I hope that is okay. Tomorrow I go for another bloodtest and ultrasound. It will be interesting to see how many follicies (if any) I have and how big they are. I really made the nurse work hard for her bucks yesterday. I think I have the worst veins in the world. For as long as I can remember, when I need to give blood, many people have a hard time finding a good vein. Apparently they are very tiny and wiggle around a lot. Yesterday, it took the nurse 5 tries (5 needles and 5 pokes) to find a vein that would give blood. It took her 25 minutes to get it!!!! Today I look like a vodoo doll with all my bruises and poke holes. What can I do to make it easier ~ I drink a glass of orange juice and drink water all the way down to the clinic (about 50 minutes). Needless to say, I need to find the bathroom as soon as I get there!

Sunday, February 26, 2006

2 Injections a Day

Thursday I had my bloodwork and ultrasound done. The nurse coordinator called later in day to tell me everything is a go. She told me to start taking the stimulation drug, Gonal-F, Friday night.

While I was at the clinic, they showed me how to use the Gonal-F pen (which I like a lot better then the needle ) and sent me over to the hospital for an ultrasound. What I found most amusing was when the technician hands me a clipboard and a pen and says "I'm going to get you to my job for me!" Because she has one hand on the computer and the other on the wand searching around in my uterus, I have the responsbility while I'm laying there to record all the information. So she starts firing off numbers like the size of my uterine lining, the size of my left and right ovaries. Later on, when my follicies start growing, I will be keeping track of how many there are and how big they are. She said the process could take up to a half an hour depending on how many follicies I have!

So, the nightly ritual now consists of 2 injections. I am going to the clinic on Monday for bloodwork and Wed for bloodwork and ultrasound, and again on Friday. Lots of early mornings next week!

I think I am now starting to experience some more mood swings. A word of advise - 8 below is not a good movie for someone who is on hormone drugs to see! I bawled like a baby throughout most of the movie and even on the way home in the car!! In fact, I can't even talk about the movie without tearing up!

Thursday, February 23, 2006

March 9th and March 14th – roughly – will be very important dates

DW is getting her day 0 blood test and ultrasound today. I was reviewing the instruction sheet the nurse had given us. By my calculation retrieval will be done on March 9th and implantation will be on March 15th. Give or take a day. Wow! In a month, at the end of March we will know if we’ve got a BFP or BFN. And if all goes well Dec 06 should be a very special time for our family.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

The Nightly Ritual

Well, I have been injecting Suprefact for 9 days now and so far, so good. I have yet to give myself a shot - my DH has been giving them to me. Every night at 9:20 his cell phone alarm chimes and that tells us to get out our drug injecting supplies ~ a needle, alcohol swabs, the Suprefact, and an ice pack. We gather in the living room and we begin the nightly ritual.

I pinch some fat and place the ice pack on the spot he will poke for about 30 seconds (just enough to numb the spot). While I'm doing this, he is preparing the needle with the drug. He wipes my skin with the alcohol swab and looks at me and says, "Are you ready?". After a deep breath, I answer, "Yep".

He jabs the needle in as I watch. He slowly releases the drug under my skin. I'll sometimes have to tell him to go a little faster. Sometimes I'll give a little "ahh". Sometimes I will not feel a thing. Once we see that all of the drug has left the needle, I start counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, (they say to leave the needle in for 5 seconds after we have injected all the drug). The needle comes out. My DH says, "Good girl," and kisses me on the forehead. For a couple of minutes afterwards, it stings and itches a little bit.

My DH has done a great job in keeping me calm and composed during this ritual. He is the reason why I think I'm handling the needles so well (have I mentioned before how much I hated needles up until now ~ so much so that I would pass out every time I got one). I wouldn't want to be doing this with anyone else but him.

As far as side effects of the drug ~ I have only experienced a few headaches. I have been trying to drink lots of water and it helps. I have had 1 or 2 hot flashes (now I know how my mom feels!). I don't think the drug has been effecting my mood (although, perhaps I should ask my husband and students ~ they may think otherwise!). Maybe after being on the drug for a few more days, I may want to edit this paragraph! I'll keep you posted.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

The Ladybug Story

So I've heard that ladybugs are a sign of good luck.

During the last week of January, the week I was starting the birth control pill, I was at my aerobics class. As usual, I pulled out the weights I would be using and set them down in front of me. When it was time to use them, I picked them up and noticed as I lifted them over my head, something fall down in front of my eyes and land on the floor by my feet. A ladybug.

2 weeks later I was picking up a huge roll of blueprint paper (my dad owns a drafting/blueprint business and I was doing the blueprints for him while he was away on vacation). Something flew out of the roll and hit me on the face. I looked down on the table where it landed to see what it was. A ladybug.

On Sunday, I was cleaning the house and on the window sill in our bedroom I noticed something. A ladybug.

Yesterday, I went into the bathroom and noticed something moving around on the bottom of the tub. A ladybug.

I guess time will tell how lucky ladybugs really are.

4 Lady Bugs

Interrupted Wanderlust this one is for you.

Over the past month my wife has seen 4 lady bugs. Odd to see them at this time of year in Canada. We are in the middle of winter.

She pulled me up stairs yesterday to show me something. That something was a lady bug in the bath tub. I offered to kill it. yeah, I sometimes make jokes at bad times. She declined my offer.

If you go through some of the post from Interrupted Wanderlust before she got her BFP you will see the importance of the lady bugs.

Monday, February 13, 2006

A Doomed Society

This is some social commentary.

In Western Worlds the course for many is to go to school until they are 23, work until they are 30, then try to have kids. People are getting married later now. And having kids even later.

Many of use in our 30s were brought into the world by parents in their early 20s. My mom was 23 and my dad 25.

It is so ironic now that we have to spend so much effort getting our life on track before we think about children. A degree is standard now for most. And most women want to get a couple of years of work under their belt before they consider children. And of course, so do men.

So we have more and more women and men trying to conceive in their 30’s. Many of them do. Only 1 in 8 couple will be infertile. Although hanging around these blogs it seems everyone is that way.

Fewer and fewer couples have more than 2 children. In Canada we have 1.7 children per woman in 1992. I would think the US is similar.


If we didn’t have immigrants Canada’s population would shrink generation in and generation out. And we would be in a whole world of trouble.

And many of us don’t get not being able to have children until it happens to us. We are told by sex education workers that is only takes one sperm and one egg. Although technically true, that one sperm needs to be one of 20 Million+. A man with just one sperm per go has essentially a zero chance of getting a woman pregnant. We spend our earlier years trying not to get pregnant or catch a STD. I wonder if this could be a pick-up line in a bar of women looking for a good time but not a baby or husband: “Hi, I have a low sperm count!”? Is that funny? Maybe not, my wife will likely groan when she reads this.

Enough. Back to work.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Not so shallow

We are getting to be pros at the injections. The first one I did not go that deep. I think that was a bad thing. It looked like a bad bug bite about an hour after. The subsequent 2 I went much deeper. And no bug bite syndrome on either one.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Don’t Hurt Me

Last night was a new first in my relationship with my wife. I injected her with meds!

At 9:30 PM she got out her drug paraphernalia: syringes, alcohol swabs, instructions and the drug superfact. She read the instructions, opened the bottle, swabbed everything that needed to be swabbed, and filled the needle with 0.25 ML of drugs.

The whole time her hands are shaking and it only gets worse as she goes through the steps and gets closer to the needle being plunged in. I had told her that it was clearly her choice who was going to do the injecting. The shaking is getting worse and she is about ready to inject herself. I’m thinking that this is not going to work, at least not today. The last thing the body wants is a shaky needle being pushed in slowly. So I offered to do it, and she took me up on the offer with the condition of "don't hurt me." I replyed "It is going to hurt."

In it went, a couple of ‘ouches’, a couple of ‘not so fast’ (it hurts when the drug goes in) and then we were done. She reported some stinging sensations. An hour after the area looked like a real bad mosquito bite. By morning the redness and swelling had gone. The only evidence was a little pin prick mark.

Ok – here’s the wild bit. Last night I dreamed she wanted someone else to do the injecting. That someone else was Jack, the doctor off of Lost the TV show. And boy oh boy was I pissed. I woke up mad at her.

Until you’ve had the opportunity to inject your spouse with drugs you might not get this. It seemed to bring us closer, at least from my perspective. Maybe she saw me as the bastard bringing her all of this pain. I don’t know. But I do know the bond is just that little bit stronger today.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

First Injection Done

Well, I survived. I had Paul give me the first shot. It wasn't too bad. I am such a baby when it comes to needles! I keep telling mself it will get easier! Next step is for me to give myself the injection. Perhaps tomorrow.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

A little help

Both my wife and I are gainfully employed and can afford this IVF and ICSI. Of course it will put a strain on our finances, but nothing we cannot manage.

There is a project that we are working on that is starting to gain steam. It would help our, especially my, state of mind it had more steam and started to roar.

It is a B&B guide called http://www.pillowsandpancakes.com - if you are looking to visit a B&B it would really help us if you tried our site first. Or could possibly plug it on your blogs or tell your friends about it. TIA.