The start of phase two of IVF has begun. Once we set a transfer date, Dr. O’Brien counted the days leading up to the transfer by going backward. Eighteen days from ending birth control, 17 days from my first ultrasound after all the waiting. Everything looks clear and we are set to go.
I begin with Estrace, an estrogen pill, which I will take 3 times a day. Fortunately for me, this same estrogen pill was what I used earlier in my fertility journey as a suppository so I am grateful to be ingesting it this time. I will do this for 11 days and then go in for another ultrasound.
The side effects aren’t horrible, and in fact, I can hardly notice a change in my being. Might this be because I am comparing it to the ridiculous amount of hormones I just rid my body of over these past weeks, possibly?
It feels good to be on medication that is helping without making me into a witch.
The goal is to grow my uterine lining so that it’s nice and ready for little Maxwell Bean to nestle in.
My days continue as normal, not thinking too much about the transfer date, which is less than 2 weeks away!
I am grateful to not be consumed with thoughts about what the transfer will be like or if it will take. Instead, I am happily practicing living in this moment, as my body prepares a little home.
On day 11 of this routine, I go in for what I hope is my final ultrasound before we fly.
The lining needs to be at least 8mm thick with no major follicles growing.
My doctor didn’t even prescribe me Lupron (an ovulation suppressant drug). My theory is because it took major dosage for me to produce follicles in the first place that she is not concerned about my body deciding to produce follicles now.
She is correct, no follicles and my lining is just shy of 8mm, sitting at 7.25mm. The little home is getting ready!
Dr O gives the green light to proceed!
I am so excited and we move forward to book our car rental and hotel for the night we will be staying in Maryland.
Yet, what’s next is not enjoyable.
I always imagined IVF to be full of shots in the rear-end, but up until this point, it has been in my abdomen or pills… not bad and not too painful.
That is about to change.
Starting tomorrow, I (ok Hubby) will shoot 1ml of progesterone oil into the intermuscular area of my buttock every morning precisely at 7:15am. If I falter 10-15 minutes, it could cancel the transfer!
Nurse Christine gives me some pointers on how to help this not be as painful. I wasn’t worried about a shot until she began to explain how it’s ok to use a heating pad after and to be sure to switch sides eatery day so as to not completely hurt one side.
She explains this is an oil-based liquid so it’s a little thicker so it may burn a tinge.
Uh… what is about to happen to me?
She also shares it’s best if Hubby administers the shot for a better angle and then jokes, “unless you like to inflict pain on yourself”.
Eek! What is this going to be like?
She also gives me instructions for the day of transfer.
The transfer is set for noon, arrive at the clinic at 11:30 with a photo ID. Be sure to empty my bladder completely at 10:45am and then proceed to drink 16oz of water before 11am. Don’t use the bathroom after 11am. A fuller bladder helps Dr. O position the catheter more precisely as to release the embryo in the correct location.
I have my marching orders.