6 posts tagged “two week wait”

The doctor's office just called. The nurse sounded quite depressed. They must hate making this kind of phone calls. I'd dread it. Yes, the result was negative. But I knew it. Not because I had this "hunch". Because my period started yesterday. It wasn't "spotting" and it was indeed the period, so I knew. I even stopped taking the progesterone since yesterday.

Funny thing is I wasn't as upset as I thought I'd be. I was rather relieved. I wasn't relieved because it didn't work. I was relieved because I knew it didn't work and still had to wait for two full weeks. It was so agonizing. I tried to remain hopeful, but when something inside you tells you otherwise, it's hard to ignore.

What's next? My husband tried to cheer me up, I felt so bad. He said "I almost died a few times in my life, being alive and being married to you alone is a gift. So not having a baby is not the worst thing." I almost cried.

We've talked about adoption before. But when I told him how much it'd cost to adopt, we knew that wasn't our option either. Oddly enough, having a baby via IVF as expensive as it is, it's much more economical if successful.

We are going to have a consultation with the doctor next Friday to discuss our options. If we can get another grant, at least we can consider the possibility of another cycle. We don't know yet. We can't go bankrupt for IVF. We still gotta live our lives, y'know...

Anyway, those pregnancy tests were accurate. Sorry for doubting you, HPT!

Tomorrow is long awaited 14 DPT (14 days post transfer/Day 33).

I feel like singing "Tomorow" - tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow...  Will I love tomorrow? Will it give me a great birthday present I wanted so long?

I took the last HPT this morning. The test result was big fat negative. Couldn't get any more negative than that - one dark line - I used First Response. And I have bloody discharge again. I kind of have cramps too. This time it's more like the cramps, not the weird sharp pains. Maybe I am getting my period? This is such a vicious circle!

Well, this emotional roller coaster  will end tomorrow and possibly my journey to have a baby will end too.
I'm trying not to get depressed.

It's hard not to be pessimistic when the odds are all against you. I can't help feeling bad for my husband either, who wants a baby more than me actually. The problems are all on me. He is very healthy. He says I'm silly to feel that way but it's hard not to.

Taking three negative pregnancy tests didn't help being positive either. Probably I should have just waited for the blood test. Ah well, what's done is done.

It's raining hard in New York today. It's supposed to rain all day. The big storm that hit the Dallas area is hitting our region today, they said.

My husband OK'd me to have one drink today. I guess he figured I needed a little picker-upper!

Is this a bad thing that there are no more sharp pains, buttache, breast tenderness, no suspicious discharge, and frequent urination. I never used to get up at night to pee. How many times I've done that the past month?

I had a slight pain in the left ovary tonight (only a little bit - nothing like yesterday's). I think I'm just exhausting myself mentally. I'm sure a lot of women are like that during the two-week wait.

 

My husband is still away. He is supposed to return late tonight (He is visiting his father who has terminal cancer). Today was the last day getting the progesterone injection at the clinic. It's only a 5-minute subway ride from home, so it wasn't that bad. It certainly is easier to get it done at home.

I took another HPT (2nd of the three) this morning. It was negative. It's Day 31 (12 DPT) today. Not even a faint line was there. You know, you hear people saying "at least I saw a faint line next to the test line"? NADA. It really was big fat negative. Probably it was silly of me to take another test after yesterday. I couldn't help it if you know what I mean.

Yesterday was St. Paddy's Day. I'm a drinker. I love to drink, however, trying to be a good girl, I didn't even have a sip on St. Paddy's day. I'm not Irish but who can resist "the official all-you-can-drink day"? I told friends that I was sick. That's the only way for them to believe that I wouldn't be drinking especially on St. Patrick's day. The thing is, nobody (except my husband of course) knows that I'm going through IVF. I put enough pressure on myself, I don't want meddling friends who have no idea what is like to be infertile to be inquisitive. Thank god for the Internet.

I was just thinking whether it is possible to do another IVF. Financially it's pretty much out of the question. Even paying for this round was hard. When I found out the cryopreservation would cost $1,600, I almost had a heart attack. Though it turned out it was an unnecessary worry.

We paid $5,000 plus meds (approx. $200 so far) plus the cost of anesthesia ($500). Co-pays prior to the actual IVF cycle has been $40 per visit (yikes). The nurse told me that I will have to get more progesterone shots and suppositories in case I became pregnant. I think the progesterone was the most expensive meds (with insurance co-pay). The original cost for my IVF was $11,000 I think (not sure anymore). Thanks to the government grant program, we only had to pay $5,000. It's still $5,000. That was tough.

I don't know if we'd qualify for another round of IVF. Even if we did, can we afford it without maxing out our credit cards?

Well, it's 2 days too soon to be worried about that, isn't it?

Another long day continues.

Today I almost forgot how antsy I've been for the blood test. The reason is the sharp pains that have been attacking my right ovary. The pain is so bad I had to lean forward at my desk for a while. It's not 24/7. It comes, stays for a bit and it goes. Then it comes back! I had a little bit of pain in the left ovary too but mostly (90%) is from the right side. This is definitely not the usual cramps I'd have before my period. It was minimal yesterday, and today it's been agonizing me all day. Now I'm worried that my Stage IV endometriosis came back in full force. It'd be such a bad news for my IVF treatment. Severe endometriosis is one of the worst enemies for infertility treatments.

Also I took a pregnancy test. This would be the first of the three tests (I bought 3-stick package so I might as well use them all). After waiting for 5 minutes, I saw the result. This is what people call BFN (Big Fat Negative) eh? My heart didn't sink that much. A few days ago when I got this weird sensation that I failed, my heart sank much lower. Nevertheless I'm disappointed. Should I try tomorrow again or wait until Wednesday?

Will it come back positive even it came back SOO negative on Day 30 (11 DPT)?

Normally two weeks just fly by but indeed this is the longest two weeks I've ever experienced. Friday is my 38th birthday. The test will be on Thursday. Last birthday, I had the laparoscopic surgery for Stage IV endometriosis. It's definitely not the ideal way to spend your birthday. This year, either I will have a big birthday present for me, or I will have most depressing birthday. Yikes.

Keep telling myself "Have some hope" over and over.

I've never heard of "buttache" before. I've heard of headache, heartache, and stomachache. Now I know BUTTACHE exists!!

Thanks to the daily progesterone shot I take, walking, going up the stairs, and sitting became quite harder. I've been alternating the injection site so the left buttock hurts one day and the right buttock hurts the next day. Also the pain from the day before is still lingering so technically both cheeks are in pain anyway!! It ain't pretty! The soreness is very much like the muscle ache you get from the workout or stretching of the day before. My husband laughed that I knew what kind of pain "muscle ache" was. He just wanted to remind me how out of shape I am.

The first day it really hurt even when the needle went in. There was no hot water so my husband couldn't warm the medication. After that, the injection itself hasn't been so bad. But the ache-ness gets worse as the day goes by. So late in the evening, my pain is quite bad. It's not the worst pain I've had but the constant reminder that your ass is moving is not pleasant.

I was expecting a call from the doctor's office for the egg transfer today but I didn't get any during the day, so I assumed I'd get a call tomorrow for Saturday's transfer. That would be Day 5. They said it'd be between Day 3 and Day 5.

Then my cell phone rang at 7pm. I was at the pub drinking with my husband. The nurse must've figured out where I was!! It was quite noisy I had to go outside. She said she was informed that my embryos are ready for transfer tomorrow morning so I need to show up at 9am. Not like 6-something like the egg retrieval day. My husband wants to come. I guess he wants to be involved.

I also took the last pill of Doxycycline. This medicine makes you nauseous like you wouldn't believe if taken on empty stomach! I don't eat breakfast but I forced myself to have banana and milk or something before taking it. A couple of times I took it on empty stomach and I was SOOOOOOO nauseous. The other medicine, Medrol isn't bad except for the terrible taste it leaves in your mouth!! After the whole thing is over, serious pampering should await me!