5:45pm the next day rolled around and I went through the process of the injections, only this time, E was home and watched me. I felt pretty proud of myself for not being so nervous this time and not feeling like I was going to pass out. He then asked if he could do it the next day. I thought sure! If he can do it better then me, then I'd love for him to administer the shots on a daily basis. If he did it, then I wouldn't have to look at the needle and I'd be okay (yes, I'm a little kid and look away every time someone else gives me a shot).
When the next day came, I showed E how to do the shots and he did pretty good, except when he got to the part of stabbing me. And when I say stab, I mean stab, jab, or whatever other word you can come up with for "holy crap, be easy!". That wasn't the best experience in the world so I took over from there on out.
I made the hour drive to the doctor after the third day of injections so he could monitor me and see how my things were coming along. He said that I should be finished with my period, and just like I had thought, I wasn't. I was on the very end and he could tell from the ultrasound. Interesting! He shouted out some numbers to the nurse to record and I then asked him what he was looking at. He showed me the monitor and pointed out the eggs that he was looking at. It looked like round blurry white spots on a black screen (you can tell I won't be going into the medical field anytime soon!).
After the exam we headed into the office and he said he wanted to continue me on the small dose of 50 to see what happens. He instructed me to come back in three days. I made the appointment and was sent down to have blood work done to check my hormone levels. I was told if my hormone levels were out of whack, they'd call me and let me know to adjust the dose accordingly.
5:45pm for the next three days came and went. Injection after injection. I was starting to get the hang of it, but I still was uneasy about a needle being inserted into my stomach by none other then myself!
I wasn't experiencing many of the crazy side effects I did with clomid. My sense of smell was through the roof. If you ask E, he would tell you that I could smell him eating those nasty pickles from a mile away! Other then the smell, I wasn't having any issues, which was a good thing for both E and I...and the whole world!
I went back to the doctor (yes, that hour drive one way journey) on day 8 of my cycle. He said everything looked great and that he wanted to up the dose barely to 75 IUIs. He said the follicles looked mature and I had plenty of "contenders". He explained that with me the difference between getting 2 eggs and 22 is huge and we didn't want the latter. He said that this month would be a basic trial run with me to see what happens. I was instructed to take that dose that night and the next two days. I was to return to the doctor on day 11 of my cycle for continued monitoring. I then went down to the lab to get more blood work done to check my hormone levels.
5:45pm came and went three times and I returned back to the doctor on day 11. He took a look and told me that he was "impressed" with everything and my process. He was very optimistic, and of course I was elated. He wanted me to purchase an ovulation predictor kit from their pharmacy and take it that evening. He said if it was positive to call them to let them know. If I didn't get a positive on day 11 then we were to have intercourse on day 12 and 13. Dr. B informed me that I needed to have E inject the pregnyl day 12 in the morning. Oh great. Another injection that I was dreading. This shot was different. It had to be given in the upper butt and I couldn't do it! It also was the old fashion syringe and there was a different method to it. I was freaking out. I asked the nurses to show me where the injection needed to be and how to do it so I could relay the information over to E. She took me in a room and marked a big "X" on my butt/lower back/hip area. She explained that he'd have to draw out the medicine after it was mixed and then to put the needle in and bring back the plunger to see if there were any blood. If blood was present then he'd have to take it out and do the shot again. If there is blood then that meant he hit a vein. Oh.my.word. She could tell I was nervous and they all gave me a "good luck" when I left the office. I headed down to the lab again to get even more blood drawn. Needles. Needles. Needles.
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