Blog post number two for the day.
My uterus must read my blog because literally within about two minutes after I posted this morning's rant telling my body to get with the program....it did! I finally started my period. Thanks, uterus! Don't upset your BFF Liz like that again, okay? ;)
I immediately called the RE nurse and told her it had started to see if she still needed me to come in for my ultrasound and lab work. She said that indeed, I did so I make the trek downtown and found that and my lining went from a 7 on Friday to now being a 5 today. We are definitely headed in the right direction. They want to see it at around a 1 or 2 but according to the nurse, more of this hinges on the lab work results. They drew my blood and should get the results back pretty quickly since I was their only blood draw from Austin today and the courier picked it up right after I left.
Based on the lining decrease, she had me lower my Lupron dose back to 5 units for and will call me later with the blood results. Depending on what they are I may start Estrace back up tonight after all. I asked her if she thought this will delay my transfer date, and she said she will have a better idea after the blood work comes back. I'll post a third post once I know what those results are.
While most of that is looking promising, I did want to vent a teeny bit about my appointment this morning: While the nurse was drawing my blood, she and the other nurse were in a chatty conversation with one another about baby showers. They were each giving accounts of their baby showers for each of their children, and from the sounds of it, each had at least three. They talked about what the showers were like, and what they got as gifts. One was even complaining because she received six high-chairs at her baby shower for her youngest! I'm not trying to be Mrs Bitter Infertile here, and I'm mean it when I say I'm really trying hard not to be overly-sensitive to these kinds of things. But that kind of stuff just stings bad - especially hearing any level of complaining over it. And you'd think that the nurses at a fertility clinic would know automatically to be more sensitive, if not be trained specifically to be more sensitive. But instead, they went on and on right in front of me as I'm having my blood drawn for a cycle that only gives us hope at a child. We've been through hell on our journey, as most of their patients I am sure have been too. I'm trying to shake it, but it did kind of upset me. Oh well, glad to be home.
Thank goodness I don't have to work today, gives me more time to blog about these twists and turns.