Trigger Day!!

My estradiol blood test today showed my level had gone up, but not as much as he expected.  If we continued for another day, I would definitely lose my largest follicle (the eggs would over mature) and my smaller follicles wouldn't have enough time to grow to the size needed, so Dr. R decided I am done.    He is hoping/predicting to retrieve six eggs and will hopefully have two or three to transfer.  I will lose some either by naturally dying off or by not fertilizing.  He doesn't anticipate me having any to freeze, which is a bummer.  I was a bit down today after meeting with him, just because of my low yield of eggs.  I was really hoping to have some to freeze as either back-up in case I don't get pregnant on this cycle, or to transfer down the road.  

My mood is better tonight and I keep telling myself "it only takes one."  I'm also a bit relieved my cycle is coming to an end.  I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, but it's been tough on me, this week especially.  The crying returned Monday after he raised my med dose as did all the other side effects I was having, coupled with work drama (we are short staffed so two people decided to take their stress out of me), plus Lee's grandmother went into the hospital Monday when Ken & Lynn were out of town camping… I was about to lose my mind!  I also didn't have my puppies here to love on.  They were camping with my in-laws, and though it was nice to not have to worry about them this week while I went back and forth to appointments, I realized today I needed them back!  

Lee has been great this week, taking care of myself and his grandmother.  He knew I couldn't have anymore stress, so he solely dealt with talking to the hospital staff and Grammy's caregivers.  She has edema in her legs and has been leaking a lot of fluid.  Her caregiver was concerned she was leaking too much so took her to the ER and they admitted her on Monday.  They ran a bunch of tests, and I don't know the outcome of those, but they recommend getting Hospice involved and recommended she have constant care when she returns home.  

Lee was really good about calming me down this week when I needed.  Last night was the worst; the injection that normally hurts the most almost had me screaming because he injected too fast.  Afterwards, I sobbed and sobbed… and sobbed.  I couldn't stop crying; I had a lot to get out.  

Tonight I did my trigger injection at 9pm and my retrieval is scheduled for Friday morning at 9am.  Please keep us and baby Stewart in your prayers!  We need all we can get!

XOXO,

Chelle