So things are still moving along. We upped the dosage of the Follistim to 100 last night. About three hours after the injections, I had severe cramping in my upper abdomen. The pain was localized to right under my rib cage. I don’t know if it was a side effect of the medication, but it passed after about an hour. Ovaries are starting to hurt a little, but that is to be expected. I definitely feel fatigued. Yesterday, I cleaned the house all day, which led to a lot more bending and twisting than I think I realized. Towards the end of the day, I could really feel it. Today, I’ve pulled an all out 30 Rock marathon on the couch. The dogs and I have hardly moved-justified by a rainy, dreary day outside. It was awesome!
My husband, however, seems to be getting more and more nervous as we get closer to the retrieval, and some his actions are a little out of the ordinary. See, my husband is a data collector. He likes to get as much information as possible, do as much research as possible, and explore as many sources information as possible. Having exhausted the Internet, doctors, and our circle of friends and family, he has now started approaching random women, in places like Walmart or the pharmacy, and asking if they have ever been pregnant. If they have been, he asks them questions about their pregnancy, complications, and ways they handled it. I can only imagine scrolling the pharmacy aisle for Nyquil and having some random guy approach me and ask if I have ever been pregnant! WOW! I told you this infertility mess can make you a little Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.
Apparently, however, he has come across some very nice ladies that have been willing to share their experiences (as well as some who have told him to get lost). Crazily enough, many of them have had fertility issues as well. Some even using the same fertility center as us! This has led to my husband coming home with armloads of new supplements, vitamins, concerns, and theories. So now our little vitamin shelf is overflowing a multitude of supposed cure-alls for boosting our chances. Waaaay to many for me to possibly take. Each woman also had advice for him on how he could best support me during this process and what he could do to help me along the way. So now he is making lists and plans- gearing up to for what is to come. I just listen and smile-meanwhile giggling to myself at the mental picture and thankful I have a husband who is so caring, concerned, and willing to go to great lengthss to make sure this process goes as smoothly as possible. And I want to send a little shout out to all those angel ladies willing to take time out of their day (or night) to patiently share their stories and advice with my nervous husband…..Y’all are awesome!
So, the next time you make that late night Walmart run for the latest installment of the Twilight Saga and a man approaches you asking questions about pregnancy, don’t fret. Its not a weirdo…its just my wonderful, wacky husband…trying to get through this the best way he knows how-by trying to help me.

