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I bought fifty tests online. Every morning I test tinkle. Every morning I squint in the bathroom light. Every morning I pray to see two little lines emerge from the pink streaky strip. No luck. Just one.

I've Finally Grown A Pair

Well, it's taken 28 years of existence, 8 years of infertility, and 3 miscarriages to get to a place where I can tell the medical establishment exactly what I want and then get it. This morning, my basal temp dropped below my cover line. It dropped a lot. I'm 4 dpo and I should be watching that graph rise, baby rise instead of diving 2000 leagues under the sea.
The doctor's office told me a few days ago that once I tested positive for a pregnancy, they would test me for progesterone levels and prescribe some suppositories if necessary. My temperature dip led me to believe that my level must be low. Thermal shift is caused by an increase in progesterone, right. So, I figured I needed some hormones quick.
I called the doctor's office, told them what I wanted and why, and they listened. They actually listened. This might not seem like a big deal to most of you, but it's huge for me. I'm not used to folks paying attention to what I say about my body. It was a big deal when I told my physician I thought I had had a miscarriage and he tested me for a beta hCg. I'd gone to other docs and they would have me pee on a stick and tell me it was all in my head.
I think I'm tired of being ignored. I'm pretty laid back, but I can't afford to be mellow about this. It's nice to know that I can stand up, say what I need, and get what I want. Things look good folks.

Midnight at the Oasis...Send your camels to bed....

How do you keep the romance going while critically timing nookie?
S was working a shift that ended at 11:00 pm. He was planning on racing home and accomplishing the mission. I suggested that we visit an old haunt first - an all night diner we used to sneak off to when we were first dating and I was still living at home. We shared an order of French toast and cheese fries. Then we came back home, I slipped on something slinky, played some mood music, and let nature take its course.
Anyone else have a favorite romance ritual?

Plans

When I called the doctor's office they told me that it looked like two eggs would be released. I asked about when would be a safe time to test for pregnancy - the HCG shot can cause a false positive if testing too early. I also asked about the game plan to KEEP us pregnant if we are blessed with a pregnancy this cycle. Here's the deal. The nurse on the phone recommended that I wait to test until I'm a week late - yikes. Once I get a positive pregnancy test I'll call them and they will schedule two quantitative HCG blood tests a few days apart. They also promised to monitor my progesterone levels and my thyroid.
Well, that's their plan. Here's mine. I'm not waiting to be a week late. I'll test on the 24th. Two weeks after my injection. Because according to BabyHopes.com one half of the hormone is removed from your system every 28 hours.
The reason why I'm testing "early?" The last time we managed to get pregnant (March 2005) I never even made it to my first doctor's visit. If I need progesterone to make this baby stick, I'm not going to let seven days pass and run the risk of losing this one too.

Any way. Tonight's the big night. 30 hours after my monster shot. Let's just hope DH doesn't crack under the pressure.

First Round of Fertility Drugs

Okay, Chickadees, here's the story. On the 30th of December I started Clomid 100 mg which I took for five days. Yesterday, January 8th, I had an ultrasound to check for follicles - make sure the Clomid worked. I guess it did, because I had two follicles on the right ovary and *at least* three on the left. The nurse in my dr. office said that they were at least 10 mm or something like that. Tomorrow I get some shot and 30-36 hours later ( around midnight on Friday) we will need to bed down. That's the short of it.

Here's the long of it. I was an emotional wreck while on the Clomid. I have only been enjoying my returned sanity for two or three days now. I guess it was Sunday when we realized that I went a whole day without getting my feelings hurt.

As for the ultrasound - I can't seem to get a strait answer about how many follicles are typical. I asked the tech and she said - "well any would be good for you honey!" and then said it looked like I had some so that was good. So girls, how many is good? If I have five follicles is that going to mean I will release five eggs? If I release five eggs does that mean that I will end up with quints? I asked the nurse that question and she just said, "Oh, that's unlikely" But then she fished around asking if I knew this procedure increased my chances of multiples. I told her yes, but I didn't ask her multiples of WHAT - two, three, five?

Okay as for this shot - this is odd. First they tried phoning it in to a pharmacy. Three pharmacies later and they find out that no one carries it in my town. It will need to be UPS delivered from a pharmacy warehouse 400 miles away. I won't be able to give the injection to myself at home, I will need to go to the doctors for that. But, I really don't want to go thirty miles away to my doctor's office. So, I get orders faxed to a walk in health clinic here in town so some nurse can stick a needle in my hind end. Here's the other thing. I don't even know WHAT it is that I'm being injected with. Each person I speak with on the phone calls it something different. Trigger shot, Lupron? The box says HCG which I'm pretty sure is the pregnancy hormone, right? Did they UPS guy deliver the right stuff?

All this stuff feels like a rocket launch, not something that teenagers can manage in the backseat of a station wagon after consuming too much alcohol.

Oh, also I'm doing some vitamin voodoo protocol that involves vitamin e, wheat germ oil, ginkgo, and evening primrose oil - it was smuggled to me via the infertility underground. AND husband and I will be using pre-seed for our critically timed snogging. Keep your fingers crossed.