Friday I had my earliest appointment yet: 6:45 am. It was really quick, unlike waiting for the phone call from my nurse about what was next. The call came around 2pm (not bad, but time was ticking backward at one point, I think) and Michelle (the IVF coordinating nurse) told me the doctor liked what she saw and that I was ready to trigger. To which I replied, “Really? Are you sure?”
I felt like I could have stimmed indefinitely. Yes, there were mild side effects, but I was so involved! And now, after the trigger, I go back to being a spectator of sorts. I mean, I’m obviously involved, but, I’m also along for the ride. Speaking of being along for the ride, after going over the trigger shot, Michelle told me to be at the doctor’s office at 8:30 Sunday morning and make sure that Mike brings his license, because he’ll need to prove he can drive me home afterward.
I triggered Friday night. It may have been the most painless of all the shots I administered the last 2 weeks. And tonight, there were no shots. Mike took me to dinner to celebrate that we got to this point. We toasted (I had seltzer and Mike had a Sloop Juice Bomb) to luck ahead and to our future baby(ies). Mike shared a picture on Facebook from dinner and said that we were out to celebrate our IV FU to infertility. (A la Argo‘s famous, “Ar-go-f**k-yourself.) It was perfect.
Fingers and toes (but not ovaries) crossed that we have good,quality eggs, later-this-week embryos, and someday-babies that are retrieved tomorrow. It’s only a day away.