We’ll be transferring on February 4! It’s official, and everything seems real, finally. While the transfer is still 2 months away, we’ll be doing blood work this week, and my first ultrasound will be early January. I’ll hopefully be dealing with price shopping and ordering my prescriptions today. So, there’s enough to do between now and February.
A few things will be different this time. Chris won’t be able to attend the embryo transfer or any appointment for that matter. I’ll be by myself for every appointment, but I’ve done most of my ultrasounds in our past donor cycles by myself. He will be able to FaceTime for the transfer, so that’ll be a new experience. We understand. This is the reality of fertility treatments during a pandemic. I feel bad for newbies. This will be my 6th transfer, so I’m (mostly) resolved to whatever is thrown our way. But, it would have felt impossible to do without him there the first few times.
I will only have 3 appointments at the clinic instead of 4 or 5 this cycle. So, there will be less driving and trying to coordinate schedules. This actually allowed us to get an earlier transfer date than I expected.
I’ll be on estrogen patches from the beginning. Our fertility doctor added them into my regime last cycle to help with my estrogen level, but it seems like in the last year, it’s become their standard protocol. The estrogen patches give me nausea specifically at night. But, I suppose I’m literally asking for morning sickness, so it’s a small price to pay.
Chris is not thrilled to be giving me shots daily again. Considering that’s all he has to do during this process, I’ll continue to side eye him. Man babies, amiright? He is definitely excited about a new baby. In fact, he wanted a second sooner than I did. The details? Those are my department I guess.
I hope we get our wish. Our hope. Our dream. The what if’s can fill our heads quickly, and we’re trying very hard to focus on a positive outcome.