I went to my acupuncturist last night and she left me lying on the plinth for about 90 minutes after having planted burning moxa sticks on my belly and off my legs. By the time I left her office, I smelt as if I’d been sitting by a bonfire for hours which I’m sure impressed my dinner companion. As we sat eating our Vietnamese food, I drank one too many cups of chinese tea. Tea abuse. By the time I went home, I was pumped with caffeine that destroyed my night’s sleep so that by the time I had to get up (at around 6.30am) to head to my NYU appointment, I was completely destroyed. I managed to stumble my way in the crisp morning air to my appointment and had my blood work and ultrasound – a process I’m all too familiar with – and popped the 8000 odd dollars for the cycle on my credit card. When I realized that I had received a 2nd cycle discount of $1000, it felt anticlimactic. When one is spending thousands beyond one’s means, what’s another $1000? It all sort of feels like play money after a while.
I made my way home and along the way canceled my gym membership for the month. (Vigorous activity is strongly advised against due to the risk of twisting my soon-to-be oversized ovaries). I slept for another half hour or so before heading to work for the day.
By lunchtime, I received my numbers and regimen for the next few days.
estrogen 2.8 and FSH 12.4
My FSH has already increased quite a lot since August last year. Age really is a kicker! But apparently, I’m all set for this cycle and am undertaking a new regimen involving microdose Lupron. I will be injecting myself with microdose Lupron (5 units) twice a day until trigger day. Then I’ll begin my Menopur and Gonal-F regimen in 2 days. I stuck myself the with Lupron and it felt nice to finally be starting a new cycle. The prep felt familiar, and, quite frankly, the injections are the least stressful part of this whole process.
I’m shattered after being sleep-deprived so am headed for an early night.