My ovaries are full! They feel full.  My second appointment today went just as good as Monday. Unfortunately had the same problem with my veins. Stupid rolling veins. Ugh. Getting blood taken is worse than the shots!

Okay, I'm not complaining because I am happy to have a plan and seeing the end result in sight! So, add to the prayer list that my veins stop jumping out of the way of the needle and that my arms heal before they take my blood again on Friday.

Thankful to report my right ovary has 14 follicles and my left has 13 follicles. It is not always the number that matters but if they are all around the same size, growing together, and they are. My right side ranged from a whopping 13 mm down to about 9 mm. My left is still smaller from around 9 to 11 mm.  As Wendi so knowledgeably commented on my previous post, it is better for slow and steady than over-stimulation.

Once we are ready for retrieval the good ones will be over 14 mm.
You can understand why having 27 follicles can make a girl's ovaries feel full. It is pretty cool to have my ovaries feel something other than empty. Now on to a healthy embryo living inside and growing strong!

I am getting ahead of myself. One day at a time. Tomorrow I start the third shot which will continue up until retrieval. Three shots. Another appointment on Friday at 8 a.m. which Travis will be able to attend, followed by an appointment on Saturday and possibly Sunday.  They are expecting the egg retrieval to be on Monday or Tuesday.

I must say I could not have had a better friend in Nicole to give me these shots. I have to tell you what she did for me tonight!

It is Wednesday and we have church. I am on the worship team and was scheduled to sing. Practice starts at 6 p.m. and we have been consistent with shooting me up at 6:30 p.m.  When I explained to her my dilemma she enthusiastically came up with the solution.  Travis and I packed the drugs, separating out which one had to be refrigerated and wrapped it in an ice pack from my shoulder surgery. After practice, around 6:45 p.m. we rushed to the 'Family Bathroom.' Just like at her house, she gave me the shots, sang to me 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star' when giving me the Metapure (because it is 1cc of meds, goes in slow and stings). I can't laugh or sing along because it makes my stomach muscles tense up. It is hard not to do one or the other. Meanwhile, several people knocked and tried coming in. It was funny to think that this was our secret meeting to help get me pregnant and stay that way. Travis was in on it too obviously because he carried around the bag which was really a large purse the whole service. What a trooper!  As a sidenote, he was not in the bathroom with us. It probably appear odd enough for Nicole and I to walk out of the bathroom together. Even more if Travis did as well!

When she finished we laughed and celebrated the memory we just made. It is going to be a great story.

This may all seem overboard to go to such lengths, but there is no control in infertility.  Whatever I can, I try and make it perfect. It is soothing to the anxiety to have some say in the process. If we have been getting the shots done evening at 6:30 p.m. and it has been working beautifully, why not do everything we can to keep it that way?

Tonight was a great service and it was worship pretty much the whole time.  For the first time in over 6 months, I used the handheld mic rather than the headset. Very exciting. My shoulders are very tired but it felt good.

God is my everything and when we do get pregnant, deliver a full term and healthy baby, I never want to stop relying on Him. He is faithful and I love him a whole bunch!