Thursday, October 13, 2011
Bruised In More Ways Than One
Yesterday I had my Estradiol level drawn and the guy wasn't all that gentle. Not only did he bruise me but he left a spider web of blown veins resulting in pretty purple lines on my arm. I'm none too happy about it either.
My levels aren't what I was hoping for either. My ego is now bruised. I was hoping that even at my advanced age of 42 I would some how beat the odds. No such luck. My Day 3 Estradiol level was 82. Anything above 80 means that my egg store is depleting. Looks like this might just be my last try for a baby.
I was hoping for another try next year, head in the clouds, after delivering a healthy baby next summer. I can dream. I can stay positive.
Funny how no one told me to expect bruising from the smallest needle. Its a bloody insulin needle! I would have thought that perhaps the needle from the Menopur would bruise me but no, the Lupron shot got me.
Luckily enough neither of the two bruises hurt. The Menopur does sting when its injected but for me I'm able to tolerate it well enough. Maybe all my fat helps?
Different subject here. The cookies I made yesterday are the Oatmeal Scotchies recipe on the back of the Toll House morsels bag just substitute the butterscotch chips for the same amount of milk chocolate chips. The soldiers at the COF love them or so I was told at lunch time by my husband.
Tonight I'm going to make No Chop Pastistio for dinner. This means I need to get my duff off my computer chair and get started on making it pronto! Its a delightful dish but there is a lot of messy prep work for that particular dish.