March 21, 2006

And Here is the Protocol...

That's it, kids. Bookmark the calendars, because we have a plan.

In IVF, you have to start with shutting down the system. The world goes silent as you swing into a form of early menopause, which in my case comes in an injection called buserelin (I could've taken nasal spray but I remember that shit and there's no way in hell I'm going down that route again.) After the Buserelin starts I will have a period, which the egg share councellor ssaid will be very heavy (so I will just stand there and hose things down. My periods are already so heavy it's surreal, I just can't wait to see what this one is like.)

I will have a scan to see if my body has indeed shut down. If it has, I will reduce the Buserelin and see that the donee's body is also ready. Once I get confirmation that we are both at the same level I will whiz at three times warp speed into egg production, which is another injection called Menopur (which I will take daily along with the daily Buserelin).

I have many scans.

Once the scans look good I will do what's called triggering, which is when the eggs get all follick-y goodness and get ready for removal. On the day they get removed I get knocked out with anesthetic (which I have to be honest, I usually love. I admit it. I like the twilight sleep.) and half of the egglets will go into a petrie dish with Aidan's soupy love children, the other half into a petrie dish with the other woman's partner's love children.

Then they are replaced and we are in the dreaded 2ww-the two week wait, a version of hell.

So here it is.

I start Thursday night.

Oh my God.


23/03-Start Buserelin
10/04-Scan. Potentially reduce Buserelin
13/04?-potentially start Menopur (depends on how Donee is doing)
19/04-scan
21/04-scan
24/04?-scan and potentially trigger with HCG 10,000
26/04? -egg retrieval and start of cyclogest (progesterone suppositories)
28/04?-embryo transfer.

Hang on.


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(This is a shot of the sharpie box, the needles for the Buserelin, and the Buserelin itself.)

Posted by Vanessa at March 21, 2006 05:50 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Your sharpie box cracks me up. You should take that sucker to Heathrow, leave it on one of those lounge area seats, and watch the action fly!

Posted by: Ornery at March 23, 2006 08:06 PM

I also can't get DANGER out of my mind now. It's like, holy crap, this stuff is hard-core!

Posted by: Donna at March 23, 2006 01:52 AM

You did the mandatory meds picture, very nice. Destroy by inceineration? Does throwing it in a bonfire in the backyard count? I have never heard of Buserelin, I am doing the synarel nasal spray.
ahhhh, getting start is the best.

Posted by: just another jenny at March 22, 2006 06:18 PM

well, at least you don't have to lick a frozen metal pole every day :)

Yes, that sounds AWFUL. Bad me.

Posted by: caltechgirl at March 22, 2006 12:01 AM

"And there it was. Etiquette had been broken-he had issued the triple dog dare bypassing even the double dog dare!"

Posted by: Vanessa at March 21, 2006 09:40 PM

I love how your sharps container has DANGER in big red letters. I dare you to fill it above the line. I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU!!

Posted by: statia at March 21, 2006 07:16 PM

Fingers crossed for you!

Posted by: donna at March 21, 2006 07:01 PM

We're sending you love and Baby Dust, darling.

The procedures sound quite grueling. I wish I could be there to hug you.

All my love,
Just Me

Posted by: Just Me at March 21, 2006 06:52 PM

YAY!

I promise I won't hold your crazy hormone-induced moods against you!

Fingers and toes crossed very tight.

Posted by: caltechgirl at March 21, 2006 06:40 PM