And then the cart pulled in...

And then the cart pulled in…

Today is day #6 and it began with the usual blood work and vaginal intrusion (aka ultrasound.) Things look good and I’m starting on a new hormone, Ganirelix, tonight. This hormone is supposed to slow things down a bit; my ovaries are measuring at 14 currently and my estrogen is 525, most ladies measure at 9 during ovulation.  

I’m happy to be starting the next phase of drug intervention and thrilled to be nearing the end of my uncomfortable hormonal crazies! Although the discomfort is 24/7, the pain has been fairly minimal. I had one moment on Saturday where I wanted to fight with the hubs over silliness (serious silliness), but I was able to put my hormones in check. This morning at the fertility clinic, the ultrasound technician printed out my hormone growth charts (below) for my “first entry into our baby book.” That’s when I knew I was hormonal, as I sat in the office crying, sobbing, whichever you prefer. Then I continued to cry in Target and all the way to my office. It was the sort of uncontrollable relief/ happiness tears that I’m fairly certain were hormone induced because I could not stop if I tried to.

So in my previous post I spoke about not letting me “put the cart before the horse” which to me meant rest too much hope in this procedure working on the first attempt, and then the cart pulled in….

In my relief/ happiness state Rue LaLa opened this morning with a sale on Petunia Pickle Bottom bags- the diaper bag I’d been ogling for the past year. And I did it, a total impulse buy! This little bag will be arriving at my home next week and is the first official purchase for a baby not-yet created. This may seem a little preemptive, but my cup runneth over as the hope for this child seemed more real this morning that it ever had before.