Here's something I didn't realize had to happen before a lung transplant:
(via needles and petrie dishes of course. this blog remains PG... I think)
I guess after a transplant all of the meds and such make sperm not so awesome at becoming babies; so if we want to give the whole having a baby thing a whirl now is the time.
And of course we do, so we're giving it our best shot (oh man this could get punny!!).
The process of in vitro has officially started—let the poking and prodding and little-baby-Egbert-making commence. Right out the gate: Day 3 blood-work. Two weeks ago when I had to call our fertility doc's office on the first day of my period, praying a lady nurse would answer; then proceeding to tell Paul that I was "on day one and would Natalie or Sheri please call me".
Oh, I'm positive it's only going to get more awkward from here, so here's to that!
Little tip for getting blood-work done: drink twenty-seven gallons of water earlier in the day so your veins will be nice and juicy—then they won't poke and dig until they resort to just draining it out of the top of your sad little hand.
I've been back and forth about sharing this whole part of our crazy whirl-wind life or keeping it under wraps.... But then I realized I would love to find someone out there going through the same thing, sharing the goods (the ins/outs, ups/downs, etc). And if somehow I can help one person who is looking at in vitro fertilization in their future—awesome. And if not—that's cool too, we'll have this baby (literally) fully documented anyway. Cha-Ching!