Let me just tell you, I'm no spring chicken anymore. I am so sore! After two full days of snowboarding, I'm still hobbling around, groaning about my sore quads, calves, biceps, and forearms (why are my forearms sore?).
Overall, it was a great weekend, even though Saturday's weather was less than perfect. We boarded/skied in a light snowstorm, but we still managed to get in a full four hours. It was definitely worth it, considering this may be the only time we get to go up for the season (eyes begin to tear...).
Alright, now that my complaining is out to the way, I want to tell you all about my morning. We went to our IVF training also known as the Injection training. The nurse, who is also my case manager and will henceforth be known as Nurse Sweetie (cuz she's so sweet and nice) was our instructor for the day.
We spent the morning learning how to use the folli.stim pen and how to give an IM shot. It was really funny to see the faces of the husbands in the room when Nurse Sweetie explained all the details on the IM shot. They looked very concerned and a bit worried -- poor guys, but at least they're not on the receiving end.
I also got my baseline blood work and ultrasound done. Ovaries look good, no cysts and the blood work shows that my estradiol is nice and low. So, I'm all set to start stims on Friday. Tomorrow will be my last day on BCPs and today I'll start my low dose aspirin.
One thing that Nurse Sweetie said that really stuck in my head was that she told us to ask questions. Be proactive and ask questions during our ultrasound. Ask specifics, don't just accept a broad statement from the doctor. Her statement really made me realize that we are our own best advocate. Yes, the doctor is there to make sure that everything goes well and he'll do his best, but it's also our responsibility to make sure that he's doing all he can for us.
I'm excited, but at the same time so, so scared. What if this doesn't work? I guess I shouldn't think about it, but how can you not? Arghhhh...
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