Archive | August, 2011


31 Aug

Pregnant Unless Proven Otherwise. So currently I am PUPO.

From 4 good sized follicles I got 2 eggs. 2 follicles were empty. We achieved 100% fertilisation rate again and these 2 fertilised goodies turned into blastocyctes. 2 were put back. That means I am currently PUPO with duplo 🙂

I am on progesterone support which I think is making me feel really tired.

I find out next Friday whether I am preggers.

For now I am off to bed – again! *yawn* I need my rest.


Pulling The Trigger

23 Aug

Administering the “trigger shot” brings me such relief. I felt the same way last time I did it. It’s the end of daily injections, it’s the relief of knowing there is nothing more you can do to change the outcome now, and it’s the hope and anticipation of the next stage to this journey – hopefully resulting in the expanding of my otherwise flat belly to accommodate a healthy baby.

Okay! This may not actually be me but I too used to have a bod like this - at some point 🙂

This is the last stage of the IVF treatment which triggers the oocytes to go through the last stage of maturation, before they can be retrieved. This last growth is triggered with human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG). I used 2 syringes of Ovidrel.

Timing this shot is vital. If it’s given too early, the eggs will not have matured enough. If given too late, the eggs may be too old and won’t fertilize properly. The daily ultrasounds at the end of the last step are meant to time this trigger shot just right. Usually, the hCG injection is given when four or more follicles have grown to be 18 to 20mm in size and your estradiol levels are greater than 2,000pg/ML. I had 4 follies weighing in at 16, 19mm on my left ovary and 18 and 20mm on my right. My estradiol was over 4000.

Egg pick up is tomorrow morning in Canberra. Bring it on!

Last cycle I had a 100% fertilisation rate. My donor’s sperm obviously liked the look of my eggs.

Well, I have the same sperm donor this time so I see no reason why I wont have all 4 eggs fertilised and ready for transfer on Friday. I reckon I will get a frosty or two this time as well – that is, I will be able to freeze those embryos that weren’t transferred to the safety of my uterus.

Break a leg eggies and sperm – let the show begin!

How to prepare Pregnyl

12 Aug

I found the instructions to preparing Pregnyl daunting and quite frankly sub-standard. I have discovered that many women I spoke to felt the same and had experienced the same confusion. There some really helpful tips that would be really useful to know before starting. Why on earth these are not mentioned by the fertility clinic is a mystery to me.

So here is a video that may help. I found once a friend shared some tips with me, it was a breeze. So what better way to pass it on 🙂 It’s a bit dull but hopefully useful.

Please note: I say in the video that the black dot on the bottles serve no purpose – the dot is to indicate that it should face toward you so you can snap the top off away from yourself. And even if you are sent a syringe with a longer needle, you may need to repeat the process as I did to mix all the contents of the solvent ampule into the Pregnyl. The luxury of the longer needle is to ensure you can drain the whole bottle easily.

IMPORTANT – I have made an updated video on how to prepare Pregnyl here. In this updated version I have the correct syringe used to mix the two vials.

The age game

11 Aug

My sport of late is peering into the faces of women pushing strollers down the street without looking totally psychotic. Well they don’t have to be pushing a stroller actually, they just have to have a young child, or baby, or both.

I’m searching for lines, any signs of aging really.

The conversation in my head goes a little like this “She must be in her early forties I reckon and the baby is under one so that means she would have fallen pregnant around my age.” Bingo! I seem to feel a lot better knowing this. If she can do it, I can do it – right?

Perhaps she is the child’s nanny or grandmother but who cares. It’s my game and therefore my rules. And unlike most other sports, no one gets hurt or bored.

I don’t linger long on the young ones. I simply acknowledge my envy as my mind flicks to a vision of them looking terrifically young at their child’s 18th birthday party. But then again I bet these young looking mothers of said teenagers didn’t travel the world running amuck in their late twenties and early thirties. That’s how I make it okay for myself. Like I said – my game, my rules.

I also play this game whenever I hear of someone falling pregnant or having a baby. My first question “So how old is whatshername?” I just love hearing about women in their forties falling pregnant.

The game’s objective is clearly to justify and give hope to falling pregnant with 42 year old ovaries.

I can’t pin point when this obsession started. I wasn’t always so focused on age. Don’t get me wrong, I have been very conscious that as each year passed it was going to impact on my fertility. But I think because I knew I had fertility problems anyway, that in itself was the main focus.

I have a low ovarian reserve. I am 39 but my ovaries have apparently time traveled and got stuck a few years ahead of me.

We have all read that fertility starts to decline for women from about the age of 30, dropping down more steeply from the age of 35 blah blah blah.

Celebrated author and medical professional Christiane Northrup believes that whether or not a woman in her thirties is more at risk of fertility problems or a difficult pregnancy must be completely individualised. A certified obstetrician and gynaecologist with vast experience in women’s health, Northrup writes in her book Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom:
“I’d much rather take care of a 40-year-old in excellent health who had planned her pregnancy than a 25 year old who smokes two packs and quaffs a gallon of diet coke per day. Too often the medical profession “hexes” women who become pregnant in their 30s and 40s by lumping them into a statistically high-risk categories that are not necessarily applicable.”

Hear hear! I’m not just trying to justify my own cause, this time. I truly believe this is true.

I may need a little help to fall pregnant but I am a nearly 40 year old in excellent health and I will be pregnant very soon 🙂

If you are woman in your late thirties/early forties and have a young child, you may wonder why some crazy woman stares at you in the cafe and walking down the street. That’s me. Sorry. I’ve now made a pact with myself to give the game away. You are now safe to go about your business in peace.

A day as Linda Blair

1 Aug

Synarel. The drug that causes so many women madness and mayhem.

Last time I did an IVF cycle I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. I sailed through the “down period”, moaning only of the fact that I had to spray liquid up my nose. Hmmm? This time however, I was lucky enough to spend the Saturday just past as a head spinning, eye popping freak who even managed to turn the organic oil man at the markets into an enemy. Actually, in all fairness he really picked the wrong day to be making persistant romantic advances at me. Couldn’t he see I was possessed by a demon?

Anyway, I woke from a fitful sleep and a dreadful dream and the day just spiraled downward from there. I was teary for no reason. And when I say “teary” I really mean “sobbing”. Everything was an effort. Oh and the negative thoughts! I met a friend at the market and continued my quest to be the most negative person on earth. “What’s that revolting smell”, “OMG what is that person eating”, “It’s ridiculous that Mr T (my adoring boyfriend) says he loves me more as the weeks go on” – yes, I actually whinged about that!

The worst part was the anxiety. I found myself at times having to remind myself to breathe. And the simple act of parking whilst the neighborhood busy body watched my every move nearly ended in cold blooded murder.

Linda Blair in the Exorcist really scared me – it’s an image which still induces a shudder when brought to mind. That’s how I feel about myself on Saturday. Okay, I wasn’t actually that bad but I wasn’t myself, that’s for sure.

Yep. Synarel.

Synarel nasal spray contains the active ingredient nafarelin which acts on the pituitary gland in the brain. The pituitary gland produces and stores various hormones, including the sex hormones, luteinising hormone (LH) and follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH). In women, FSH and LH cause the production of oestrogen by the ovaries and help control the menstrual cycle. Chronic administration of nafarelin desensitises the pituitary gland. This means that it produces less and less FSH and LH, which in turn stops the production of oestrogens in women. This provides a more controlled situation for subsequent artificial stimulation of the ovaries to produce eggs.

Anyway,  estrogen fluctuations have been known to affect the emotional state, causing shifts between sadness (check – the sobbing), anger (check – busy body’s escape from near death), confusion (check – bagging my gorgeous boyfriend for loving me), and in some cases, anxiety (check – lack of ability to involuntary breathe) or depression (I escaped this one – phew).

So I had a bad day. I managed to sleep it off and made a pact with myself the following morning that I would not get out of bed until  I could easily bring to mind all the things I was grateful for. After thinking about all the wonderful people I have in my life, the lovely things I am fortunate to have around me, my delightful pets and the ease and happiness to which I am delivered more often than not- it was safe to walk out into the beautiful sunny day.

My heart goes out to the women who suffer the dreadful side effects of Synarel for days on end. I hear that some experience these mood swings for the duration of their cycle. Yuk! To these women, I send love x