Troubles of the Tiger Tummy and Thoughts Too

Last night my husband had a dream that I was pregnant.

Earlier in the week, a co-worker asked me if I was pregnant because I had a certain glow to me.

The other week, a friend told me she dreamt she was at my baby shower. 

Late last week, I was instructed by my obstetrician to take the trigger (a tiny needle to kick start ovulation that somehow hurt me more than the previous week of larger needles, both physically and mentally) in order to get my cycle going again. He advised that it would be an optimum time to try to conceive naturally, albeit to be wary of a slim chance of - if successful, having more than one baby. 

This week I've definitely felt off. I've had two days off work and missed family events because I've been feeling sick, nauseous, lethargic, have had headaches and no appetite as well as all sorts of bathroom issues you don't need to know about. Of course, I hoped it was something more than a bug but I've been too nervous to check. Not that it may matter, seeing as how several pregnancy tests have pretty much been recalled for false positives.

Counting your eggs before they hatch

Yesterday I went for a scan with my obstetrician.

The goal was to see how many eggs we'd managed to get lined up via all my various drugs. This guys is pretty good, expectation wise, we knew going in that we were likely to not have too many due to my AMH profile.

I think he was even being nicer to me that day than usual. The scan itself was pleasant even - well, compared to your average pap smear for example.
At the end of the day though - we didn't get as many eggs as we wanted.

He said it was up to my partner and I if we wanted to continue with the cycle but advised us that it probably wouldn't yield favourable results. Then of course, you have to pay the fertility clinic as veritable butt tonne of money no matter if you end up up the duff or not.

Which leads us to now postponing this cycle and trying again next month maybe.

Backhanded Apoloblog

Alright, so I was all ready to make an apology post to the fertility clinic because when I visited them last month to get my baggy of drugs and sit through a stabby tutorial (including fake skin pouch) I got a wonderful welcome.

"Hi Lucky Tiger! How *are* you today? Great! Come right this way, the nurse is waiting for you. Oh, how about that lottery winner on the news, huh?"

I left with lovely patterned bags of drugs, confidence and a free bottle of water.
They said 'Let us know when your period starts so we can update our records and arrange for egg collection."

So, the first business day of my period I called them to let them know, but spent nearly all of my tea break on hold. I managed to get through to the receptionist but she said a nurse would have to speak to me. That's fine and dandy, but I have to get back to work.

                                      

They said they'd get someone to call me back and I asked if it would be okay if they called me at 11:00 am, my next break so I'd be available. Sure! They said. I go back to work, where mobiles are verboten.

On my next break, I turn my phone on, and I have a missed call and a voicemail, timed about ten minutes after I spoke to the receptionist at 9:30 am. The voicemail just said 'Hi... you called. Call us back.' Which grinds my gears because I've just wasted my phone dimes calling my voicemail box when they didn't need to leave a message and I'd told them I wouldn't be able to take a call.

Adventures of a Human Porcupine

So we're actively counting the days now until we can start an actual cycle and I'm excited, nervous, and yes, kinda impatient. I'm also not looking forward to becoming a human pin cushion but what can ya do, eh?

Well, today was the day it begun. My friend had offered to help with the needles as she'd been through it before, but I'd gone through it all with the nurses so I was fairly confident with what to do. I'd been told to do it early, and at a consistent time so I woke hubby up early because I wanted someone there in case I did mess up but I thought it I had too much fuss or people around then I might freak out.

I know I shouldn't complain. Both of my grandmothers and my paternal grandfather have had to use needles everyday for Diabetes or what have you, so there's no reason I should get so worked up about needles for a couple of weeks, right?