Last night I started feeling really bloated and cranky. Which Chris seems to find hilarious - apparently I'm a riot when I'm cranky. So far he hasn't gotten tired of it, so I'll take that as a blessing.
We made a trek out to West Lake this morning to our doctor's new fertility clinic. I had my final ultrasound and then we went to south Austin for a blood draw.
My ovaries are packed full of giant follicles. Chris said they they looked like pomegranates. The doctor noted that he was surprised that I wasn't in major pain. I'm really not - but I do feel really fatigued (and the above noted bloating and crankiness).
On a side note, I think I should get the prize for WINNING at responding to fertility meds.
Tonight I'll need to get an injection of human chorionic gonadotropin (HCG) which is given 35 hours before egg retrieval. The timing is really important, from what I can gather. Chris looked a bit gleeful at the idea of getting to stick me in the ass with a giant needle. The doctor even drew little x's on my backside so that he'll know exactly where to shove it.
The trick now is to try and avoid going over into ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome (OHSS).
I came home and lay down with Chris and ended up taking a long nap. When I woke, there was a message from the doctor telling me that my estrogen level is at 5419. I think that might be a lot. And he directed me to only take 1/2 the dose of HCG, instead of the planned full dose.
I'm a bit worried to be honest.
The plan from here is to take the HCG shot at 9:00 PM tonight and then report to the clinic in West Lake at 7:15 AM on Monday morning for egg retrieval.
In the meantime I'm going to go get myself a lime slush from Sonic, take it really easy and try to be forgiving of myself if I am feeling cranky or shitty.