Dropping Genes and Making Babies

Ten years ago, MS high school graduates had to have 2 lab sciences under their belt in order to qualify for a 4 year university.  I think its more than that now.  I don’t know.  I’m done with that mess.  I ended up with 4 anyway, because I’m a nerd.  I took Biology I and II my freshman and sophmore year.  I broke my chemistry teacher’s heart and my mother’s heart (who is also a chemistry teacher…Sorry Mom and Mrs. Malone) when I took one year of that mess and had a strong “EW no thanks” response my junior year, and my senior year, I went back to my happy place of AP Biology.
One of the only things I remember from Biology II (sorry Coach) was a genetics unit we did where Coach had us “dropping our genes and making babies.”  Coach was so scandalous and punny.  We had different gene traits on paper slips, we’d drop our genes (ba dum ching), record the answers on our punnet square, and then end up with a randomized “baby”.

I feel like that’s what we’re doing this week.  I can’t drop my actual jeans, as I can’t get them past my hips these days, but we’re fixing to drop both of our genes off in a lab and in just over a week, we’ll be parents.  How crazy is that?  Science is so cool.  Medicine is wild.  And God is so, so big.
On Friday, after a green light from our doc, we started the twice daily hormone injections of Menopur and Follistim.  I’m taking 3 doses a day right now, but thankfully can mix two of those in one shot, so I only get stuck once in the morning and once at night.  I loath the shots, but Mister hands me a seasonal Little Debbie after every stick, and that makes me a little bit less of a grump.  I’ll start a 3rd medication later this week (an estrogen suppressant, joy!), and we’re on track to have our egg retrieval on February 3.
We’ll be going back and forth to Jackson every other day for ultrasounds, blood work, and monitoring.  Our first monitoring appointment was today.  Doc found 14 follicles on my right ovary, and 13 on my left.  One follicle houses one egg.  Math is hard sometimes (which is why me and chem didn’t jive), but that’s 27 follicles.  During IUI, I only ever had 2 follicles develop at one time, and I thought I was bloated then.  This probably explains why I feel like a blimp.  We are thrilled with that number, but also a little overwhelmed.  Of course that number will drop by the time we get to mature eggs, fertilized eggs, and embryos that continue to grow until Day 5, but we don’t know how much.  It could drop by 6-8, or it could drop by 15-20.  Either way, we’ve got a solid number to start with.

We’re really doing this and its blowing my mind.  The human body is blowing my mind.  What my body is doing is incredible, and I am super impressed with it.  I make sure to cheer on the belly button zip code every day, and apologize for the bruising.  I’m gaining 2 lbs a day.   I feel like an over inflated balloon.  I am eating ALL THE THINGS, and by 7:45 I’m yawning, by 8:00 I have crashed.  I couldn’t even hang with the girls Saturday night for an early dinner at our favorite spot.  Sorry, y’all.  But I know this (the stims) will be over in a week, and this whole cycle will have an answer by the end of February.

We are continually blessed by those who are praying for us, rallying with us, and constantly encouraging us.  After my “gangsta socks” post in early December, my mailbox was overwhelmed with ridiculous socks from some of my favorite people.  I think I have enough pairs to carry me through a full-term pregnancy, and each one reminds me specifically of the wonderful folks that sent them.

We are marveling at what God is doing now, and wait with great anticipation on what he has for us in February.

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