5 Weeks Left, and My Father is a D##k

5 Weeks Left, and My Father is a D##k

About 2 weeks ago I had an appointment with an obstetrician,  and he pretty much told me what I thought would happen, idealy I would like things to go naturally, however if baby is too big I will be offered either early induction or a c section, depending on how big he is. He also went over what might happen if baby gets stuck, broken collar bones etc. So on the 24th of February I’m off to have a sizing scan.

I was supposed to have a scan last week but I ended up getting a nasty migraine that wouldn’t subside, my hubby too me to the Dr after 10 hours of it and they jabbed me in the but with pethadine (I think that was it ) it made me sick on the way home, but it did help.

Met up with my step sister last weekend, she is organizing a baby show for me, which is really lovely. l haven’t ever actually been to one as none of my friends have had kids.

When recovering from my awful migraine my Dad rang me, and to be honest I am wondering if he had been drinking, because his call started off with him having ago at me about not visiting him, and yes I haven’t visited since he moved to a city 5 hours drive away,  and my annual leave for the past 3 years has been used trying to get the best chances during ivf… and then recoveing after miscarriags… and if I had gone to visit I couldn’t have stayed at his house because its not his house… and I have only had my driving license for 2 years…  then he started going on about his will… then he started telling me that he wanted nothing to do with my unborn child, his future grandson… so I hung up on him, and had a cry, and txt mum and my husband. I have tried to plan a trip to see Dad, but it never financially worked out and my holidays got used up.

 

Yeah… less than 5 weeks to go now. Only 3 more at work.

Scans, Migraines and Bunnies

Scans, Migraines and Bunnies

I had the worst weekend.

Friday 4am, I wake  and I know, from the tight feeling behind my eyes that I’m about to get a migraine, and a bad one at that, so I take my pesaries, and go back to bed, setting an alarm so that I can ring work on time. so I snooze, tell work I can’t come in, now while im awake I ring  a healthline, and ask a nurse what the strongest medication I can take since I’m 8 weeks pregnant, after 20 minutes of questions in a lot of pain at this point she is tryjng to figure out if I have had a stroke or meningitis,  all she can tell me is that I need to see a GP, and to try paracetamol,  and nothing stronger and maybe eat  something.

So I have a bite of a muesli bar, and take some paracetamol and spend the next 6 hours vomiting (I shouldn’t  have eaten) and crying in pain in bed..

Its now about lunch time, I take more paracetamol,  and google to see if panadeine would have been safe (I couldn’t even look at a closed curtian let alkne a computer screen earlier) and look at that panadeine is fine to take while pregnant, you just might get constipated.

That afternoon Dad rings to tell me he has cancer of the tube that connects a kidney to the bladder… =(  he has a scan the same day as my ultrasound, to make sure it hasn’t  spread to his lungs. In January he will have an operation to remove the affected kidney and tube, and I’m assuming he will have chemotherapy. While on the phone I told him that we had gone through a cycle of ivf and it was positive but there have been complications… he didn’t really take in anything I was saying af the time but he did call back Sunday and have a chat about it.

 

Crappy thing #3: we have rabbits, 4 adults  and one has month old babies, which are so incredibly cute, but scared and cunning. One of these cuties managed to climb up into a roof space in their cage and then get out, I noticed it dissappear when I went to feed them, I searched everywhere to find it, but we also have 3 cats, one of which has had the taste of baby rabbit before, he is also very cunning. Before I cound find the bunny I hear the scream baby rabbits make, but now I can find either the rabbit or the cat, after half an hour of searching I find the both next door, cat looking proud, bunny dying. I put it back with its mother and siblings so it could be in a place it knew was safe to die, so sad. Maverick the cat got growled at but he didn’t understand he had done anything wrong, he was just doing what cats do after all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The 2 Week Wait Begins, 1dp4dt.

The 2 Week Wait Begins, 1dp4dt.

Yesterday I spent the morning with my friend at her new shop, greeting and chatting with courious cruise ship passengers all the while needle felting.

My afternoon consisted of using those horrible  progesterone pessaries, the waiting to about 3:30pm to go into the clinic for our embryo transfer.

H and I got there and waited about an hour as there was another couple before us. Our turn came,  all went well, the specialist doing it mentioned the polyp and said I should think about having it removed (I asked the other specialist about this at our last consultation… gurrrrr). 1 embryo transferred,  as that is the NZ procedure for publicly funded treatment.

I asked how many had actually survived and all 5 that had been fertilized had made it so far, and we need to ring on Thursday to see how many made it to being frozen.

So 1 day post 4 day transfer, my morning started with a migraine, then tried contacting the nurses to see what pain killers were safe but couldn’t get in touch with them, so googled it and found and after care sheet from an Australian ivf clinic, so following that advice, I safely took some panadeine and went back to sleep.

feeling pretty bored already, I should finish a book I started, or do more crafting, I could even go fishing if I felt adventurous.

Contact with the Fertility Clinic

Contact with the Fertility Clinic

Again, last month was unsuccessful, however H took his sample in and after ringing nearly every day for a week to try to get the results and tell them I had had my period, he finally got hold of someone that told him that they had no idea what happened to his results but that I should ring in on the start of my next period. It seems in the change over from the public hospital being in charge of the clinic and nz fertility associates taking over some info got lost.

My mensturation started yesterday the on call nurse told me to ring this morning as she couldn’t help me out being Sunday, I managed to get hold of the clinic today and the nurse started talking about a med that I apparently should have already have but when she said dont take the orange ones some recognition clicked and again I get to tell the nurse how the migraines I get prevent me from taking the contraceptive pill due to increased stroke risk.

If I had a dollar for everytime I have had to tell someone at this clinic that I can’t take the contraceptive pil, I could buy my self a rather fancy peice of cake at a cafe.

It was a little bit of a shock that my treatment was potentially about to start right away with no prior warning, but thankfully I get to wait 27 days now due to no pill, and I can warn my employer that I will need some time off etc.

So yes other than being a little flustered over a lack of communication, I am actually very grateful and getting excited again.

Sad news about a  month ago my sister inlaw had an ectopic pegnancy, she is ok but still quite upset, I guess keeping up with a 2 year old little girl and having a loving husband is helping her deal with the loss