Happy Labor Day Weekend, fellow bloggers! I hope you all have fantastic plans to spend the long weekend doing something that makes you happy. It’s a balmy 95 degrees here in Philly town. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to say goodbye to summer and welcome in the fall!
Things are calmed down over here in IVF land. I’m still generally nauseous, but it’s much improved. Mostly though I simply have no appetite. Zip. Nada. Nothing. I’ve lost 2 pounds since Monday and all I want to eat—if i ever want to eat, that is—is soup. Mmmm, hot soup on a hot day! Initially I had DH go to Giant and buy me Amy’s soups—they’re organic, vegetarian, natural, yadda yadda. But they’re like four bucks a pop per can! Yesterday I was finally feeling well enough to stand more than 15 minutes at a time, so I made a big pot of my all-time fave butternut squash soup, pictured here beforehand.
Find this yummy recipe, and others like it, here. Truly a comfort soup, albeit a healthy one.
I ended up omitting the vegetable bouillon and using homemade veg stock that was in the freezer instead. Reading the list of unpronounceable ingredients in the bouillons was enough to deter me. Right now my latest craze is all natural stuff. I already have a pretty healthy diet and do go out of my way to avoid processed foods, but I’d gotten lazy. Now that doing unnatural things to my body, like injecting it twice soon-to-be-thrice daily with unnatural medications, trying to get pregnant the “unnatural” way, I have this sudden hankering about everything else I put into my body being as natural as possible. My mind’s way of counteracting things? Symbolism of a deep-rooted syndrome in the human mind-body connection? Probably. I’m sure it’s all very deep and psychologically-twisted, but whatevs. I just don’t want junk.
Yesterday I had blood work and u/s. We’re still looking at 8 follicles. That number doesn’t thrill me like it used to. Like, at all! In fact, I can’t think why that number made me even remotely happy during my baseline on Monday. Eight actually kinda sucks, and I’m disappointed that there’s still only this many. Tomorrow I have repeat blood work and u/s again at my clinic’s other location. Isn’t the point of all these drugs to make more follies than what I already got? I pray that’s going to happen. Soon.
And, in case you were on the edge of your seat for the latest episode in the saga of my ovary, I’ve been having these weird twitchy feelings in it all day today. This is new. It’s like thump-thump-thump <long pause> thump-jump-thump. I don’t know if this twitching sensation is good or bad. I hope it means the meds are doing their thing. Or I have OHSS. Fun stuff.
My Labor Day weekend plans consist of taking it very easy, seeing my RE, stopping by the mega-mall near my RE’s surgical clinic for some retail therapy, taking my sweet pup for some walks, and snuggling up with this book, which Amazon Prime has dutifully promised will be delivered to my doorstep today. I’m very interested in faith principles for IF, pregnancy, and childbirth. Last I checked, God works through medicine and He works through miracles. I’d like my miracle, please.
Peace, everyone 🙂