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Before my first IVF cycle, I took Ortho Cyclen for about 5 weeks (Maybe longer? I’d have to go back and look at my calendar, but whatever, it was a while). My last two weeks on the pill I cried every day. Multiple times a day. I thought that pretty much sucked and I didn’t love it. But you know? I could live with that, especially since I’m only slated to take BCPs for 3 weeks this time. I mean, really, the crying didn’t start until week 4 last time, so maybe I’d miss out on side effects all together this time, right??

Think again, Oh Perky One.

Last time the BCP was prescribed by The Hatchery before I knew I’d be switching to Ye Olde Fertility Clinic. But then I switched clinics while I was already on the BCP. No matter, I just stayed on the BCP while we got all my ducks in a row. No proplem, I had plenty since The Hatchery had planned on me being on the pill for at least 5 weeks anyway.

This time SuperDoc prescribed the BCPs. And he ordered Nortrel. No problem. I mean, seriously, what could possibly be the difference, right? Of course right.

Think again, Oh Perky One.

Since starting to take it my migraines have been out of control. Did I mention that birth control pills are actually contraindicated for hemiplegic migraines? And that I’m actually not supposed to be on BCPs at all? And here’s another lovely side effect for you: I wake up every single morning completly sick to my stomach. I picked up one of my monsters yesterday and almost dropped her because I thought I was going to throw up, it was that bad.

So… what to do? Just switch pills since I happen to have an extra pack of the Ortho Cyclen laying around? Or ask permission first? SuperDoc is out of town right now, but of course my nurse is around and could talk to a different doctor if need be. What to do, what to do…

In other news, my celebrity status has been revived!

J, Marketing Supervisor Extraordinaire, called me yesterday and asked if I would mind being interviewed by a newspaper for a story on eSET. No problem, I said. Anything I can do to help. (But I swear, next time I’m holding out for free cryopreservation for all the good press I’ve been giving them!).

Er, not that I had anything to freeze last time, so not that I can count on anything to freeze next time…

ANYwhozit. The point, as if I ever had one, is that I got interviewed by a reporter yesterday. She wasn’t the crispest cracker in the box, if you catch my drift, and she spent far more time focused on the HOM factor instead of the eSET factor for my tastes, but I think I did a great job bringing her back en pointe, if I do say so myself. She did ask the ever-present question on every reporter’s mind: “So after this one, will you be done??”

You know what? I don’t know. And I don’t have to know that yet. It’s a decision that my husband and I will make when we get there, but right now we know that our family isn’t complete yet.

And she chose that context to bring up the Octo-mom. In any other context, I’d have understood it. But you know? It felt a bit like an unfair and accusatory comparison. I don’t have six kids already. I am not transferring six embryos (au contraire! her story is on eSET! hello?!). My husband and I both have full time jobs. My clinic, the reporter has already acknowledged, has some of the best eSET success rates in the country. How can she possibly compare my choices to those of Ms. Suleman’s?

Argh. I cannot begin to understand Ms. Suleman’s choices. I am not even trying to judge them except inasmuch as they are reflecting so poorly on the choices of every woman who seeks fertility treatment and every mother of higher order multiples out there. But it is so unfair to compare ME to HER.

Anyway, hopefully the story will turn out to be a very balanced and reasonable story on the value and benefits of eSET. I hope that it will. And when it is published, I’ll be sure to let you all know about it, because I’m sure it’s bound to be entertaining at the very least. And the best news is – it was a print interview, not a film interview – so no cheesy shots of me walking down a long halway just for the sake of me walking down a long hallway. 🙂

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Interviews

I do have links to the interviews that aired on the news the other day – I don’t want to post them publicly here, but if you email me and you don’t strike me as a completely scary stalker-type, I’ll email you the links.

chezperky [at] gmail [dot] com

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Celebrity Status

I went to Ye Olde Fertility Clinic today for my interview with Local News Station #1 this morning. It went really well and J, the Marketing Supervisor Extraordinaire (MSE), for YOFC said I was awesome and hit all the best points possible. I don’t like to brag, but… I rocked.

Seriously, if I get a DVD of it (the MSE at YOFC did promise me he’d do his best to deliver the goods) – I’ll see if I can figure out how to upload it.

After the interview, I went down to meet with my nurse to sign papers in advance of tomorrow’s retrieval. I disclosed to her the fact that I screwed up my trigger shot this morning… I mean, I didn’t screw it up, but I was 15 minutes late (I knew this wasn’t a problem, but I figured full disclosure was a good thing, right?). Anyway, she said it was completely inconsequential.

So I signed everything, educated her on the weird ways of Judaism, and as I was wrapping up, another nurse knocked on the door and told me that MSE wanted to know if I could stick around because Local News Agency #2 was on their way over and wanted to talk to me!

Well, golly! I’m in high demand!

I wasn’t AS in love with this reporter and this one wasn’t quite as, um, smart. But it went well, and I got to have a little more fun on camera. 🙂

And now I’m home and it’s time to get ready for Shabbos.

I feel good about tomorrow. I think it’ll be okay. I think we’re going to get more eggs than expected. I think this cycle isn’t going to be a bust. I hate even saying that. I hate that I’m actually putting optimism into print. I am so pissed off at myself that I’m allowing myself to make it publicly known that I have any hope, but I do.

So there.

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Trigger Time

Today’s appointment was quite interesting. First of all, I had my old buddy, Dr. S. in monitoring. Also a medical student (maybe a resident? I’m unclear. Actually, she was introduced as Dr. So and So, so she must be a resident or fellow). I immediately gave him some crap about the lack of a mobile in Room 1 (I was in Room 4 today, but that’s not the point). He assured me he’s on it, and I told him that I swear if he doesn’t take care of it by the end of this cycle, I’m getting one myself, hanging it myself, and sending him the invoice and he said that he had no problem with that. 🙂

“Hey, do you want to be on television?”
“What? huh?”
“Seriously, do you want to be on television?”
“I hardly think I’m interesting enough to be on television.”
“Ohh, I wouldn’t say that! You’re not giving yourself enough credit here!” M (sonographer extraordinaire) chimed in.
“Seriously, I need someone who is doing an elective Single Embryo Transfer, and all the better if it’s someone with HOMs.”

So I made him a deal. I’d do his TV gig if he got a damn mobile in Room 1! I think it’s a pretty sweet dealio, myself! And he agreed, so we’re all set. Tomorrow, I’ll be interviewed by a news station. Neat, huh? So much for keeping a low profile, though! I probably will not be disclosing the location of my blog. 🙂

(Turns out what the deal is … is that they’ve been getting a lot of media requests since the octuplets were born to find out their stance on the whole thing. My clinic does a lot of eSETs… as far as I can figure, they do more than any other clinic in the area… and they’re really trying to push that angle. My nurse thinks it’s great because she’s hopeful it will help get insurance companies to cover IVF when they didn’t used to, etc. She has more faith than I do…)

Anyway, back to the appointment.

We’re focused on:
Right: 25.2 (probably past it’s prime), 19.1
Left: 19.3, 18.6

There are some smaller ones, but those are the ones we’re counting on. I have in my head an idea of how many we might get above and beyond those 3 or 4 (based on the measurements we saw today), but I don’t want to jinx it and I don’t want to go all crazy, so we’ll just go with 4 for now and be happy with anything above and beyond that. Trigger tonight. I don’t yet know what time. Retrieval Saturday. This is a logistical nightmare, but my nurse is trying to find the least painful way around this.

And that’s where things stand right now.

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