The time is finally here! After getting matched with my awesome Intended Fathers (IF's) in late April/early May, we've spent the last several months getting to know each other and counting down the days until we could get this ball rolling. As the IF's are hoping for an August baby, the transfer needs to take place in November, so it's just been a process of checking off all the boxes we could before things really get going. Finally, things are really getting going!
I received my med calendar from the fertility clinic on September 25th, and the meds and all of the supplies (sharps container, alcohol swabs, etc.) arrived on October 5th. I was so excited to get this box of fun and start figuring out what the heck everything was.
Over the weekend I organized everything so I was ready to begin on our medication start day, Monday, October 8th. I bought one of those behind-the-door hanging shoe racks, and the pockets work perfectly to store everything. I filled every single one of the pockets up with the various medications, syringes, drawing needles, injecting needles, bandaids, and other miscellaneous items. Over the next 5+ weeks I will be taking all of these meds at specific times, in preparation for our transfer date of November 13th! Prior to the transfer I will have multiple blood draws to make sure my levels are where they need to be, and an ultrasound to ensure that my uterine lining is getting nice and thick for the embryo to implant into.
So yesterday I started the meds! I had various pills to take throughout the day, and then in the evening came my first shot. I'm going to be taking Lupron as a daily injection for about four weeks. The purpose of this med is to delay ovulation. I hear that side effects of Lupron can be unpleasant, including hot flashes, headaches, and mood swings (sorry, Brad), so I'm hoping to keep them at a minimum. Drinking lots of water is supposed to help, so I made a little check off list to ensure I'm drinking a ton of water every day. Yes, I'm that person. #checkofflistsforlife
Evening rolled around, and that meant it was time to do my first injection. I re-watched my little instruction video, drew up the medication, and was ready to administer the shot. I don't mind getting shots or having blood drawn, I just don't usually watch and it's no big deal. Now, I don't know if any of you have ever had to give yourself a shot. But there is something different about having to stab a needle into YOURSELF. After drawing up the meds and disinfecting the injection site (in the stomach), I poised the needle and *almost* did it about, oh, 20 times.
Apparently I have a psychological hangup about stabbing myself with needles, who knew? I had myself locked in the bathroom, and Finnegan kept coming to the door to ask "Did you do it yet?" to which I had to continually respond "Not yet!" :) Finally I just did it. And it was fine! More than fine, I literally didn't even feel it. I'm hoping that means I will be faster when it comes time to do it again tonight. Somehow I still think I'm going to have to talk myself into doing it again!
This is getting lengthy, so I will keep the foster care update brief. We have had the absolute joy of having a baby girl with us for the last few weeks! She is nearly five months old and full of love, love, love. We have gotten into a great routine, she's stretching out how long she sleeps at night, and our house is now full of baby stuff once again. The kids love her (I worried about Finnegan - how would my baby respond to not being the baby... he adores her), the dogs love her (Pippa thinks she is her baby), and Brad and I love her. I may get less sleep and my house may be less clean, but my heart is so very full.