Follistim and Climara

Today is my fourth day on the Follistim shot and fifth on the Climara patch. The shot wasn't quite as easy as I thought it would be after our Education Day. I'm not sure what I'm doing differently, but it definitely hurts more than the one I gave myself that day. It burns! Not the medicine, but the needle. Burns burns burns. It's really still not as bad as I originally thought it would be.

The dr advised to do the shot the same time every day. I decided on 8 am. I can be within an hour each day, so that puts me at a good time for photo sessions, etc. Got up that morning and asked Bret if he wanted to get up with me. I assumed he would say no and go back to sleep. He mumbled "yes", but I figured as soon as I walked out of the room he would fall asleep. I didn't mind. I didn't expect him to get up so early on a Saturday. As I'm getting everything ready, in walks Bret. He goes and sits, half asleep, and watches and gives moral support. I want to always remember that. There had been a few days when I really thought Bret and I were going to choke each other. We were just driving each other crazy. I have to admit that part of me thought he wasn't as into this as I was and that disappointed me. Today, I feel completely different. It was just a moody few days for both of us. Turns out this IVF thing can be a little stressful? Who knew? ;) lol. He's been wonderful. We've had the best talks about every aspect of this. What we fear the most, what we're excited about, All that good stuff. Sometimes I think we couldn't possibly talk about it any more, and then we do. I will say that every day we're waiting for me to be overly emotional and crazy...it hasn't happened....yet. Thank God!

So, the patch has definitely been more eventful than the shots. Within the first day it started peeling off and had fuzz all around it (from my shirt and the sticky stuff). I kept going back and forth about calling the dr's office. I don't want to be that patient. Today, after a newborn session, where I moved all around and was squating and bending, I thought there's no way this thing was going to stick. It had air bubbles and seemed to barely stick. After complaining to everyone, everyday, I finally decided to call. First thing they say "have you put a bandaid on it?". Really...I feel like an idiot. Not to mention my sister saying I should put gauze on it and tape it up. Why the hell didn't I think of that? Here I thought Andrea and I could conquer the world if we put our minds to it and now I find out we can't even think of a simple solution like put a bandaid on it! Wow! So, I now have a secure bandaid over top of the patch. All is well in the world of IVF again.

Next up...my first monitoring appointment tomorrow. They'll do blood work and an ultrasound to see how my little ovaries are doing.