Whoa

Well, after the 2nd blood test showed more than double hcg, it’s confirmed. Deb’s pregnant. We’ve been cautiously optimistic about the whole process up to this point, never letting ourselves get our hopes up. But we did it.

After 7 years of trying there’s a part of you that expects that it’ll never happen, so to now be at the stage where we’re actually pregnant is a little surreal. I’m actually going to be a father.

One of the weirder parts of this whole experience was being in the room when they transferred the embryos into Deb. There’s nothing quite like watching someone impregnate your wife for you… and a woman at that! 😛

So if all goes well we should be welcoming a baby into our lives around mid March 2014. Unless we have twins, which will probably be born a little earlier.

I look super sexy in scrubs, don’t I?

Sixteen

16! They retrieved 16 eggs from Deb today. Or should I say “rescued”? Cus I’m sure if they stayed in there longer she’d straight up murder those bitches. She was not enjoying the extra girth of her ovaries

The whole thing was ridiculously fast. They prepped her all up and had us go over all the last instructions and information and such and then whisked her away to be vacuumed out while I went to the lab where I was to do my thing. I swear to god it probably took longer for me to make sweet, sweet love to a cup than it did for them to retrieve rescue her eggs.

So we’re home now and Deb’s sleeping on the couch. Not a bad reason to get the day off. Although I can think of cheaper ways to do it.

awkward… ish

So we had another ultrasound this morning. Well, Deb did.. I sat there like I always do, trying to make sense of the images. The good news is that I think I’ll be an ultrasound tech in a couple weeks! 😛

We were in the waiting room after our appointment waiting for more drugs when we heard a name being called. I looked up and I see that the name was of a person that we know. It was strange… Not sure if she knew we were there or saw us, but it was unexpected.

An Ultrasound a day…?

Wait, no… that’s every 2 days. And I don’t really know how to finish that rhyme. Whatever, I’m no poet.

Today was actually the 2nd ultrasound, as Deb only had a blood test on Monday. So he uses his little wand, makes a few notes to the nurse and then leaves and that’s that. It’s really quite romantic.

From the sounds of it we’ll be having the eggs retrieved around a week from today. That’s cool. I’m trying not to picture them being stored in a pink styrofoam egg carton, but it’s not working. The mental image is just too much.

Look, here’s a photo! Ooooooohhhh, photo!! 😛

Hey, I think I see a Yeti!!

Magic Wand

Today was the first of several ultrasounds of Deb’s innards. I’m pretty sure the technical term is “lady parts.” But who’s keeping score?

I am amazed at how the doctors are able to make anything out on that screen full of static. “Hey, there’s 8 follicles.” Are you sure doc? That kind of looks like a snow storm at the North Pole to me.

Apparently everything looks good, so that’s nice. I was worried he was going to see a Wampa in that snow storm. I left my lightsaber at home, so again… hurray!

We got to our appointment early, thankfully. Apparently these appointments work on a first in-first out basis and a ton of people show up at once. So we got there before most people and we were there for an hour. I’m glad we didn’t get there 10 minutes later… ouch.

I was looking around the waiting room at all the people who were waiting for their appointment and was sort of… I dunno what the right word is… surprised? at how normal everyone looked. I mean obviously they’re all normal. But everyone in that room, for one reason or another, needs help making a baby. I guess it was just a bit of a reality check that there are so many people out there just like us.

It’s my fault. Biologically, anyway.

Hi, I’m the husband. Nick’s the name. Infertility, apparently, is my game.

The long and short of it (nice term given the context) is that my sperm count is way low thanks to a prolactinoma. But now I’m starting to wonder. You see, the prolactinoma is under control. It’s still there, and it hasn’t shrunk, but my hormones are all at normal levels now. That is supposed to mean my sperm count should return to normal. Instead, my count is dropping, and at a rather fast pace. So the question is ‘why’? Someone on facebook today posted an article (a rather one-sided article that pandered to that one site’s audience…) about cell phone and wifi radiation. That had me wondering to myself if it was indeed possible that keeping me phone in my pocket was causing the problem. Well, if it’s true it kinda sucks. But I can’t do much about it now.

So on another note, IVF is expensive. SONOFABITCH.