Showing posts with label Blood Test. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blood Test. Show all posts

August 16, 2012

Ready...set...go!

So a few days after my last post about not getting my period... I got my period.

This meant a trip to the hospital for a blood test to check my hormone levels and to book in a series of Ultra Sounds and blood tests for next week.
I was inspired by a friend who is also going through IVF to take some control of this cycle and stand up for myself. Since the last cycle was cancelled because upping the dose 10 days into it was too little too late, I’ve requested an extra early scan and blood test. I could tell the nurse wasn’t that impressed with my request, but I don’t care... if I want more things poked in me and up me, that’s my prerogative!

We began shooting up the Puregon last night, and I found it to sting much worse than the Gonal F.
So that will be our routine for the rest of the week...

·         after dinner have a shower while hubby preps the needle-pen-thingy

·         sit in the arm chair with belly out

·         criticize hubby at least twice for his technique (which is really to procrastinate the actual injection)

·          remember the injection part doesn’t really hurt and feel silly for the fuss

·          remember the Puregon does sting after the fact and feel a bit sorry for myself

·         remember that all this may eventuate in a baby and feel much better!

December 18, 2011

Nearly Xmas

Well, would you believe it... Our appointment with the Fertility Doc was cancelled!
Sometimes I really do feel like the universe is trying to not so subtly suggest we aren't meant to have kids! So it has been rescheduled for a month later. In the meantime, we did receive the bills from our blood tests... ouch!
Just to keep us busy inbetween appointments, my husband had yet another cancer scare... down there!
This time it was a possibility of skin cancer... on his sack... WTF! I guess you don’t need direct sun exposure to get MELANOMA... lesson for everyone!
After 3 trips to the clinic,  3 nasty chunks of skin cut out, 5 stiches and a few weeks of sickening stress... all is fine!

 Yes, the universe certainly does have a sense of humour... problem is... I’m not laughing!