Trigger

It’s trigger day.

I am happy about this because … well let’s get things rollin’. Also, with a potential day 5 transfer next Thursday, my travel plans aren’t completely ruined—not as ruined as they would have been with a potential day 5 transfer next Friday. Although my husband and I will miss our flight on Thursday—and would have anyway since I didn’t trigger last night—we will just head straight for Massachusetts after the transfer. My nurse has approved of my backseat-of-car bed rest. Who knows, maybe we’ll still arrive in Massachusetts at the same as everyone else, and I won’t miss a thing—though I’ll have to lay in bed at the hotel for the rest of the day. Better than missing the rehearsal dinner on Friday night, right?

Because I am a self-proclaimed glass half empty-er, I am feeling very nervous about the fact that I’m triggering today. In the past, trigger day has been declared with much assurance and certainty during the morning ultrasound. The afternoon phone call with estrogen levels and confirmation of trigger day was only a re-iteration of what we all knew was going to happen anyway. This morning, though, I left the doctor with a 50/50 chance of triggering or stimming one more day. I know my response isn’t quite as high as last time. My follicles are just a bit smaller. My estrogen is lower, though last time I hit 4037. I think one of the reasons my doctor let me hit that level last time was because I was using the dual Lupron/HCG trigger. And with that estrogen level, I did receive strict dietary instructions from my nurse (low carb, Gatorade) to avoid hyperstim. I could hear it in her voice that I just might have been on the verge last go ’round. Anyway, it’s time to trigger. My nurse reassured me that multiple doctors review the numbers if/when there’s uncertainty, so I know this is the best decision for me. And—all these optimistic healthcare specialists are telling me, “It only takes one good one, Allison.” They’re keepin’ the faith!

… and I’m sure there will be plenty ’o immature/inappropriate comments exchanged between my husband and me tonight when he sticks my bum real good with that 1 ½-inch needle!!! Yes, I just went there.

Last but not least, cheers to Aubrey! Amidst her own journey, her own IVF cycle … her own life, she was thoughtful and kind and sweet and compassionate enough to send me a chill-the-eff-out care package. My words, not hers. 🙂 No, her choice of words were much more uplifting, with this quote on the card hanging from the gift bag:

“Tough times never last, but tough people do.” – Robert H. Schuller

Aubrey, thank you—from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for caring enough about me to send me these gifts—even while you’re enduring the same struggle. You have a heart that deserves all its desires. I am praying for you all the time. To say you are going to be a wonderful mother is an understatement; you are going to be a magnificent mother.

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7 thoughts on “Trigger

  1. I’m getting caught up on my blogger world and this is such an exciting post to start! I am praying for all good things to come of this. Biggest hugs!

  2. Pingback: Day 1 Fertilization Report | Belle Haven Drive

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