We’re currently sitting in the airline lounge. Sitting in the airline lounge awaiting our flight to San Diego. OMFG we’re actually doing this. We’re on our way! This week has been one big whirlwind of stress, work, and socialising. Barely a moment to stop and think, or pack. Work has been flat out and we’ve been out just about every night spending time with friends and family before we head off on what we both desperately hope will be a life-changing trip. My hormones are amped up and I’m teetering on a knife-edge between sanity and bawling wreck.
Despite the hectic week, there’s been good news. The first report from our clinic tells us that our donor is all good to go to start her drugs, and that her baseline scan (before she starts injecting stims) shows 20 follicles. WOW! Even on our best cycle we only had 8, and that was AFTER stims. They anticipate getting approximately 70-80% of the follicle number in mature eggs, so we’re off to a good start.
My baseline scan is good too (despite having just got my period 30 minutes before the scan, DISGUSTING! Thanks Body!), nothing happening in my ovaries and a good lining measurement for baseline. I start my Progynova (estradiol valerate/estrogen) and away we go. My next scan a week later is a go-er too, and the departure gates are open for us to go to San Diego. With just one more scan and blood test to go when we get there I’m hopeful that my side of the treatment should go to plan.
The next update on our donor brings even more good news. My heart is beating so fast as I read the email from the clinic. With our track record I’m sure that after the “Hi, hope you’re well. As you know your egg donor was seen today for her first ultrasound and blood work…” they’re going to tell us she’s not responding, and call the cycle off. It’s about this time in all our other cycles that we’ve started to receive bad news so it’s hard not to automatically proceed down that track. But no, the news is good, great even. Our donor is now showing 30 follicles. Thirty! 3.0. I can’t get over it and, sitting at my work desk in front of my computer, I am so close to tears I can hardly talk. The girls I work with tell me to breathe and I manage to squeeze out “I can’t, if I breathe I’ll cry.” I’m in total shock. 30 is more than we have ever hoped for. I only pray the news rolling in continues to be so good.
There have been other good moments this week as well. We’ve started telling our friends about the trip and why we’re going. Rather than broadcast it to the world I decided to just tell people as they asked or as I chatted to them and thought they should know.
I started with one of the girls at work who was asking about the necklace we’ve bought our donor, and her reaction was amazing, possibly the best reaction we’ve had. She was soooo excited! Next I told some close friends I was out to dinner with, their response was similar and they ended up shouting not only a bottle of champagne but dinner as well – “we’re celebrating!” I have to say I was a little seedy the next day! A couple more work friends are told and finally another close friend who texts not long before we leave for the airport. “Would love to catch up with you for dinner but it will need to be in a few weeks as we’re off to San Diego in 3 hours” I reply. Again her reaction was fantastic. It’s just so wonderful having such fabulous friends and family who are so supportive of us and follow us on our journey. It truly warms my heart and I love you all.
So here we are sitting at the airport waiting for our plane. My emotions are jumping from nervous to excited to ill to feeling chilled-out about our ‘holiday’, and back again. But as much as I want this to be a holiday as well I can’t help but wish we were at the point where we already knew the outcome.