Microblog Monday- costs

Before I get to the actual post- the first I heard of the Nepal earthquake was a FB update from a childhood friend that she was safe.  She works as a missionary in Nepal, working on issues of water, sanitation and hygiene.  Given how little I check FB this was a fluke.  Anyway if you want to help those affected by the earthquake here is a link to the organisation she works with, there are instructions on the front page: http://www.umn.org.np/

Or one of these http://www.pri.org/stories/2015-04-25/how-help-nepal-7-vetted-charities-doing-relief-work-following-earthquake

Today while we were driving in my husband commented on how many fertility clinic ads there are on the radio now.  They have increased significantly over the last few years.  Some of this is increasing awareness perhaps, but a lot of it is increased competition.  IVF is one of the areas that is not covered beyond a certain cost point by the national health system- there is a cap on the potential help, and it is a non-budging cap. So fertility clinics are one of the few health care options where the cost is important, and persuading the consumer that your brand is worth the cost is important.

Then i looked at this Gizmodo article: http://www.gizmodo.com.au/2015/04/cost-obsessions-around-the-world-according-to-google-autocomplete/

The article considers the most common autocompletes in English for each country.   I zoomed in to see what the cost obsession is for Australia.  IVF!?  The only country with that obsession.

follow up

We had our follow up appointment at the clinic today.  Papers pulled from everywhere.  He asked us what we were going to do- we said 6 months off and then see.

He said to keep looking for a donor- the results from my sister were not great, and with the drug dosage she was on, should have been better.  We could try again with her, but different conditions.  He also encouraged us to keep trying, and so I now have two sets of prescriptions for not-Clomid and for an injectable.  No monitoring, just take on the right days and go in if I feel the need.  Which was interesting.  And weirdly reinforcing one of my suspicions- I feel like my reproductive organs have white coat syndrome- they curl up and hide in a medical environment.  

And like my suspicion that exercise helps me get pregnant, then I stop due to pregnancy, and I have more issues, it is interesting to have it reinforced.  With the exercise, I think it may be a blood flow thing, and I will try to be more active if there is a next time.  

So anyway, what I need to do to get and stay pregnant is be active and not go to the doctor.  Ha, since all attempts so far have required early medical visits.

This evening I tidied my jewellery area.  I have a lot, not much precious stones etc, more of the quirky and costume jewellery.  And it was all tangled and mishmash.  But not anymore.

the problem with symptom spotting

Is when the symptoms disappear.  It’s been a hectic week, and I was felled by a lovely (not) migraine on Wednesday. Since then at least a couple of supposed symptoms have not been present.

Looking forward to a mellow weekend now, before an early morning blood test on Monday. 

If this hasn’t worked we have no frozen embryos.  I am not disposed to do another cycle myself, I suspect my sister did not enjoy her stint (and something would have to change as the egg count was so small). So if this is not it, we are taking at least 6 months off.  And at the end of that?  Not sure

Microblog Monday: symptom spotting

This falls into the category of things I dislike, yet continue to do.  5 days after a day 5 transfer, looking for symptoms.  If it were that easy to spot, there would be a list and people could look at it and know, rather than second guessing themselves, like me.  

I know that some of my symptoms will be the hormones I am taking, so not real symptoms, but the same thing because the symptoms are caused by the same hormones.  So I have the symptoms, but they may not be real symptoms, because I am swallowing and squirting the hormones anyway, so they are producing the (possibly imaginary) symptoms.

Clear as mud?  Well, it seems to be that kind of day for my articulateness.  I couldn’t think of a word in a meeting today, badly enough that my co-worker commented.  

Short version: I am looking for signs of pregnancy, even though I wish I wasn’t. Also I never tagged a single previous post as two week wait!

This is a Microblog Monday post.  If you are interested in the idea, take a look at Stirrup Queens.

not what I was expecting

So my sister had egg retrieval today and it was a bit of a bust. 4 eggs.  We knew it was going to be lowish, because only 6-8 follicles were visible, but that was unexpectedly low.  

I think she was disappointed.  Well, I know she was.  I don’t know what I am.  I am oddly pleased by the fact that I, the reproductive failure one, can still produce more eggs, but I suspect that is also because I was monitored more closely. And totally useless measurement, because she still managed the actual achievement of having a baby, which my body is not doing.  

So now we wait.  Maybe things will work.

I don’t think she is up for another round.  I don’t think I am.  Her worry going in was that there would be dozens of frozen embryos, that we would have an excess.  I did not laugh, I didn’t even say unlikely, all I said was that we would deal with it. It was her biggest concern, and she did acknowledge today, no longer an issue.

On the flip side, we looked after my niece for a few hours today.  It was the most we have had to do with her- usually we see her with other family members present, so don’t get much time.  I think it was a surprise to G to discover that certain personality traits are familial.  Apparently not all just about two year olds are that independently minded.  I would not know, the last toddler I spent a lot of time with was my little brother(he is now 9) and he was even more independently minded than the niece.  Not throwing tantrums or running off, just very certain about what was to be done and how they were going to be doing it.  

And it would appear my sister and I are on the same wavelength regarding parenting, which will help if this actually works.  

it is stressful

My sister is finding the egg growth process stressful. And to be fair there have been some hiccups- the meds not arriving, the place with her scan booking deciding she couldn’t be scanned, the next scan place taking their sweet time about sending the report.

She expressed some frustration over all of this, how stressful it was to be doing something where she had no control over the outcome, even though it was her body doing it.  And to add to the stress, all of the lovely hormones.  I laughed inside, because, yeah.

And then I commiserated.  

She has 6 follicles that are of a good size, so egg collection will be Friday.  Fingers crossed that there are some good eggs…


none of us was expecting to go through with it?

It’s been a weird week.

Unpacking mostly done- suitcases have been emptied and laundry done, but there are still clusters of stuff brought back and yet to be sorted. G came down with some horrible flu thing on the Monday we came back, and spent the next couple of days being miserable.  So the whole unpack at home by myself thing, not so much.

Yesterday I realised that I probably needed to get organised about the donor egg cycle.  Good thing, as her period is due on Monday (she thinks! Oh the casualness of this!) and the courier doesn’t go on Friday.   So meds had to be sorted today.  I called the clinic, no probs there, but then it transpired I still had outstanding blood tests. So I went in to pick up the documents.  Turns out that my sister, her husband, G and I all needed to do blood tests and none of us did.  We also all need to sign consent forms. Whoops.  Not a major issue, drugs still on the way, with extra consent forms.  

And odd little bonus to delaying the cycle from earlier.  My cycle is just about synced up with my sister’s.  Which means we can do a fresh transfer.  Yay. Bonus of fresh transfer is that it costs us less up front.  Plus less stress about frozen embryos (I have never had one).

But it also means meds for me too.  

So somehow, none of us were really expecting to go through with this?

I have been very slack on the blog reading commenting this week, hibernating with books instead.