I can now officially say "Game ON"!
Last week Kate went in for all of her genetic testing, blood work and baseline ultrasound. This was the moment we've been waiting for because K is not a 'proven donor' and until we saw the ultrasound we were damn nervous. I didn't even realize I'd been shaking the entire time we were in the office until we went to look at K's lady business and our RE said "whoa look at that!"
And there we had it, a basket full of eggs. There were at least 15 antral follicles on her left ovary and about 8-9 on her right. The RE wasn't going to count them at first saying "you have nothing to worry about, she's going to produce a lot of eggs" and I countered with "we're paying a lot of money for those eggs, count them."
While we were there, I also insisted on an RPL (recurrent pregnancy loss) blood work panel for myself. Not that I've had recurrent losses, but at this stage in the game, I want to have every single thing checked out. We caught my thyroid almost by mistake and I'm not assuming everything else is fine. At this point, I want every test done.
So now we're waiting for the blood work to come back for both of us. That should be another week. The good thing is that even if something in the genetics testing came back wrong--because she's my partner, we get to decide if we want to go forward whereas if she were a donor the cycle would automatically be cancelled.
In the meantime, Kate has started her period and we've already been back for a Day 3 u/s. Once again everything checked out A-OK and it's cute to see K preening around boasting about her bumper crop of eggs. You can almost see her feathers all fluffed up; she's very proud of herself. I think she was scared of her body letting me down. We are both breathing a sigh of relief around her. So far, so good.
I started birth control pills yesterday, CD3 and will be on them for 15 days. So far, just one little pill has wreaked havoc on my system. It gave me insomnia last night and made me feel so nauseous I had dreams of barfing. I spent the entire night tossing and turning and woke up retching. I couldn't eat, was shaking and felt completely out of sorts. K knew it was serious when I refused my usual (decaf) cappuccino! I went back to bed by 9am and slept through until noon. I really hope tomorrow is better, because otherwise I am going to be worthless. Hopefully my body just needs a bit of time to get adjusted.
If all goes as planned (famous last words...) we should be doing egg retrieval/transfer either the last week of May or the first week of June.
Moving right along now....