Love and Science

Meet Pete! That spot with the little blurb coming out of it is "Pete" our embryo. Why is it named Pete? Well why the hell not? Actually, I kept calling it a "him" and told Matt I needed a pet name instead of calling it "it" or "him". (Side note: we have no idea if the embryo is a boy or a girl, immediately when I saw it I thought it was a boy. But based on my own guessing and being convinced Bug was a boy, it's probably a girl embryo) So Matt suggested we call it "Pete" which could either be for Peter or Petunia, we will not be naming our future child either, for the record. Scarlett was affectionally called "Zetus Lafetus" until we knew she was a girl. We went in on Saturday for our transfer. I worked the night before and had to haul ass from work, to get Matt and then to Highland Park. The procedure itself was simple. The wait was brutal, they had me drink a lot of water before hand, and for whatever reason I have...

I don't think I could possibly happier than I am right now. After 12 days we had our egg retrieval. It's funny, it reminded me of when I was pregnant with Scarlett. I was terrified of giving birth, but I wanted her out so bad that is outweighed my fear of child birth. That's how I felt today, I have been so uncomfortable and waddling around (when I wasn't horizontal) that I didn't care how we got the damn things out, they just needed to come out. I had my trigger shots on Saturday and Sunday, this consisted of two 80 unit doses of lupron. Essentially what it does it halt everything. It kills you estrogen (mine was 2,700 prior to the trigger shot). Nurse Barb described it as "forcing menopause" and let me tell you, I don't want to do that again. I had horrible hot flashes, nausea and abdominal pain. Except that it didn't hit until 3 hours after I had given myself the trigger. Also with all this crazy flux in hormones I couldn't stay awake. I t...