Cold Feet

As it turns out, I have been stimming really well and boy, am I ball of emotional fun right now! Just ask Bob!

I have been scheduled to take an intramuscular trigger shot at 12:30am (plus or minus 10 minutes) on Sunday morning and we will have our egg retrieval Monday. For those of you unfamiliar to the IVF process, the HCG trigger shot is given exactly 36 hours before retrieval to give a final maturization to the eggs. If you get too far past that 36 hour window, you will ovulate on your own.

Our flight lands at 12:15am on Sunday morning; I am having a hard time with picturing how I am supposed to mix this drug up and get Bob to give me a big ole needle in the backside while we are in the process of landing on the plane. or taxi-ing to our gate. You know, while tray tables are up and seatbelts are on? Huh? Or maybe it'll be when everyone is standing in the isles waiting to disembark. Ugh. Hopefully we have a tailwind and arrive about 20 minutes early. Everybody pray for a tailwind now, okay?

We did most of our packing last night and are pretty much set to go. We are both feeling apprehensive and unsure of our decision at this point. It's hard to get on that plane with a huge amount of money and try yet another reproductive procedure, especially after so many failed efforts. You start to second guess yourself and think about what other choices you could have made. It's kind of like that feeling you get in the moments before you get married, before you see your loved ones face...all those demons come around to haunt you. Then you meet them at the alter and look into their eyes, and you know it's all going to be okay.