Saturday, February 11, 2012

The glass struggles to be half-full

I thought last night's shots were the last, but no, after the doctor appt today, she advised one more set this morning before the trigger shot this evening. I feel like a pincushion after two weeks of two shots a day, plus blood tests every other day, plus acupuncture. I am trying not to be down, but damn. Four follicles, two of them on the small side. I know what my chances are (10-20%), and at first, I felt confident that I'd be lucky. But after all the shots and ultrasounds and only ending up with four, I'm preparing myself that it probably isn't going to work. It isn't fair.


  1. I'm still trying to be positive. It only takes 1.
    And well if it doesn't's to filling that glass 1/2 full of a great kind of alcohol to help ease the pain of those shots.
    Sending Lots of good energy !

  2. Sigh. I remember.

    As an atheist, I actually got a lot out of the concept of "give it up to God" at these kids of junctures. I was not in control, a wholly uncomfortable situation for me.

    I hope you fare well for the next few days. I am here, rooting strongly for you.

  3. There doesn't seem to be much about this entire process that is fair. Which completely and totally sucks.
    Hang in there! I'll be thinking of you and hoping you end up on the good side of those odds.

  4. We had four average 3 day embryos the day of transfer. I was already making desperate plans for our next try, which would have been out of pocket. But you just never know--this stuff is at least 50% voodoo science. What can seem really doubtful can work out. And now there's a baby Althea. Thinking of all of you.

  5. Edited to say, NOT four average, 1 fair, 1 not good, 2 poor. So basically 1 that had a chance.