Gee Whiz, I'm Glad I Asked

Last Thursday, I decided to call my clinic for an update.  I was in the middle of my second batch of pills (with no break for Aunt Flo in between), and I was kind of wondering where we were.  I've told you before, the only time that we're guaranteed to hear anything from them is when there is a bill for something or other that comes due.

I was told that J, the nurse that I normally work with, was busy and probably wouldn't be able to call me that day.  OK, that's fine, I understand.  But then, I got a rushed call from another nurse at the end of the day (4:00 to be exact; they shut off their phones at 4:30).  Fortunately, they didn't call my cell phone this time, like they usually do.  I generally keep my cell off during the day, so I always miss the darn call and can't call back until the next day.

Anyway.  My call prompted a call to another clinic, where our donor is cycling.  To make a long story short, she started her pills too, but apparently, she didn't call them to tell them that she'd started taking them as they wanted her to.  I don't fault her -- this is her first donor cycle.  The woman has applied to medical school, for crying out loud, and she's completed an undergraduate degree in physiology.  So, I don't think compliance is a problem on her end.  Rather, I think that communication on their end is the issue.  You might wonder how I would draw that conclusion, given my own experience.  Ahem.

So, I'm on Lupron now.  And I took my last pill on Sunday.  We're waiting for the arrival of Aunt Flo, and I'm supposed to call on cycle day 1.  So that I can come into the clinic on cycle day 2.  That's rather odd in itself, because I've always come in on cycle day 3.  When I asked why there was a change (wondering if perhaps they'd kind of dropped the ball here), I was told that they want me to have as much time as possible on Estrace (the bane of my existence -- I'm sure I'll gain all 12 pounds back in short order).  Unfortunately, if I start my cycle after the clinic closes, I'm just supposed to show up the next morning and wait until they can fit me in for blood work and an ultrasound.  It's a blessing to have a job that I can call into and say that I have to take care of something unexpectedly and will be in later.

Obviously, nothing is written in stone right now, but we are looking at a transfer sometime between 5/2 and 5/6.  And, since the donor is so very young (26), as opposed to our first donor, who was 31, we have decided that we are just going to transfer one embryo.  I know, it seems like an awful lot of time, risk, and expense for just one embryo, but we are deathly afraid of multiples.  I know that people who have more than one feel they are doubly or triply blessed after the baby years are over, but I can't even wrap my mind around that.  And neither can DH. 

And hey, it worked for Julie. 

Comments

[Daisy]

I'm excited for you. My clinic always does a CD2 check, which I like b/c I hate to wait. I understand about the 1 embie, esp. since she is 26. She sounds great! Thinking about ya! Daisy