I’ve been on autopilot these last few days. I’ve only needed to go for one blood test since Day 3 and have been on a steady diet of 5 units of microdose Lupron twice a day, 300 units of Gonal-F and 300 units of Menopur. I’m rather anxious to find out what the ultrasound has to say. I have to schlep my way in to NYU tomorrow first thing to find out exactly what is going on “down there.”
I went to my acupuncturist today and she has been smoking out my body with moxa sticks. It’s a rather weird process where she burns incense-like sticks on my belly and off my legs and leaves me there for many many long minutes. Today I went to my 4.30pm appointment, went into the room at 5pm, and didn’t get to leave until 6.30. I always leave her clinic smelling like a cigarette.
I’ve been listening to Circle and Bloom’s IVF and IUI Mind Body Program CDs and they seem to help me sleep. I’m not sure how much of the messages really seep into my unconscious and, in turn, my dilapidated ovaries, but whatever it takes, I say. I’ve also been eating whatever I want without OD’ing too much on the sugar. Someone offered me a Dunkin’ Donut today. I didn’t say “non!”
But, as I yawn at the end of this long President’s Day, I am quietly praying and hoping that the ultrasound presents me with positive news tomorrow morning.