Blood Draw #3 & #4 + a Crazy Trigger!

This past Saturday, I had my blood draw #3. My follicles were progressing, but they were not quite the size that my RE wanted them to be so they told me to come in the following day (Sunday) for another blood draw (#4) and u/s. So come Sunday, they do my blood draw (2 pricks :-/ ) and I meet my nurse who tells me some bad news.  She told me that I just HAVE to get pregnant this cycle because …..she is not going to be my nurse anymore. She has been promoted to be the head of the donor program at my clinic. I’m ultra happy for her, as she is just an amazing nurse and communicator and deserves to be recognized and promoted with more responsibility, but i am sad that she will be leaving because i like her so much! I’m weary of getting to know a brand new nurse, so I guess she’s right. i just HAVE to get pregnant this cycle. 

Oh and that afternoon, I got a call from her where she let me know that I will be doing my trigger that night at 8:30pm! One day ahead of schedule!


I have musical tickets with my sister that evening at 7pm. Great.

I tell my nurse and she says, that it is imperative to do it at the time I’m scheduled. she says, you’ll have to go into the bathroom to do it.

I call my sister in the morning and ask her if she is comfortable giving me an IM injection. She is in her last year of school in the health field so she said she would be fine doing it. (I’m scared) So we go to dinner and I hand her the directions and make her read it. She assures me she can do it at the beginning of the dinner, and then at the end she confesses that she’s nervous! WHAT?! don’t TELL ME that!!

We go to the musical and I’m staring at my watch and patiently await until it is 8:20pm. At 8:15 I look at her and nod to let her know we will be going soon, and she nods back.  Then…. suddenly… it’s intermission!!! UGH! She tells me ‘go go go! we gotta get to the bathroom!’ so i grab my purse where my injection stuff is and run up to the restroom. There is no ‘handicap’ stall. so we go into a TINY stall and we start taking all the injection material out. It’s too stressful and there is no room, and there is like, a million people outside of this tiny door. We look at the time and it’s only 8:17 so we decide that we will go to the OTHER bathroom and hope there is a handicap room. But of course, there is a huge line. so we stand there and finally get to the front of the line and let ppl go in front of us because we’re waiting for the ‘big’ stall. We finally get in there, and there is no lock and the door just flails open and shut. UGH.  But we gotta  move on. So I stand there holding the door closed with one hand, and with my other expose my right buttcheek and hold a Mr. Freeze pack that I brought with me in my purse (haha!) on my butt to try to numb it. not working though. all the while i’m unintentionally annoying my sister asking her does she think this is sanitary that we are doing it in the bathroom and should we just walk 2 blocks to the parking garage where my car is and do it there.  Then  I call out to my sister saying, you know you have to use the big needle to suck in the medicine into the syringe and then switch to the smaller needle to inject me right? and she’s flustered. I ask her, “do you want me to do it?”  she says yes. (omg)

I switch with my sister who is now holding the door shut and I try mixing my drugs and suck it up into the syringe and switch needles. as I do it I notice I did something wrong and that there is no liquid in my syringe! i semi-freak out ‘there’s nothing in here!!! what the heck?!!’ so then my sister says we need to switch again and says she’ll just do it. I could tell she was in her zone so I go back to holding the door. She starts mixing the liquid and loads the syringe, switches needles and tells me to turn around. I do. She stabs me. (I could feel it going in – but it’s not bad) and then 2 seconds later, she tells me she’s done. WHAT A RELIEF.  By this time, the bathroom has cleared and we clean up, throw our trash away, put my needles in a plastic juice bottle in my purse and go back to the theatre to finish our show.

If you know me, i stress out easily, and so does my sister, but we both sucked it up in the end and handled our mission. after getting back to our seats, we had a moment where we looked at each other during the  show and started cracking up laughing. We were laughing at the drama we had just experienced in the bathroom stall while watching a Christmas musical during intermission.

Obviously, I should have planned better and should not have relied on the ‘tentative’ schedule my nurse gave me which was to trigger the day AFTER the musical. and I obviously would have liked to do my trigger shot in the comfort of my own home with plenty of time to stress out in privacy without having the added pressure of knowing there were about 30 women right outside my broken bathroom stall. It was stinky, noisy and overall, NOT trigger-friendly. But we had to do what we had to do and completed the task at hand. but note to future self …. plan for the unexpected… lesson learned.


My egg retrieval is scheduled for January 1st. (one day before my originally scheduled January 2nd retrieval) It will be at 8:30am.  I took a pregnancy test this morning and got a positive, which means the hCG is in my system. After my injection last night, I felt shooting pains in my legs/groin and my ovaries felt extra full, but today I don’t feel much at all anymore. I do remember having  these same feelings my last trigger shot/retrieval, and at the time thought maybe i had ovulated before my retrieval, but the doctor assured me I didn’t, so I feel totally fine about not feeling anything right now. Think lots of good quality follicles for me friends!!

xo, trufflelove


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