Hospital trip for diabetic ketoacidosis. essentially sugar to high, insulin to low, and body cannibalizing its own fat causing ketones to be released. Not a good thing, though you would think getting rid of fat would be.
PICC line put in, my veins suck and I'm chronically dehydrated from all the puking.
Yes, barfing, aka morning sickness, aka hyperemesis gravidarum. Nothing is staying down. puking every 30-60 mins, sometimes more. I'm losing weight badly. Not a good thing when the doc wants you to gain 60-70 lbs.
On the plus side..... MIKE IS HOME!!!!!!!!!!
The doc with mom's assistance contacted the red cross and filled out paperwork saying that the condition is life threatening to me and the babies and it would be in the best interest of our family to have him home.
Liz, the commanders wife was involved in this to, she was encouraging it. She told her husband(the unit commander) that the stress on Mike knowing all this could be detrimental to the entire unit. He agreed and through the Red Cross got him home.
I had no idea they were doing this. I had actually told mom not to worry about it as he only had a few months left anyway.
And in the meantime...we get to stay in a hotel. Not as fun as it sounds really. Especially considering it's because they are in the process of removing asbestos from our house.

Mom left. We home to dad.
As much as I love her, We needed this.
We also found out that one of the implanted embryos is gone. Reabsorbed. This solved the issue of them pushing us to do a selective reduction. Not an option for us.
It's sad, but a little bit of a relief. This is likely our last try at a family. I don't know if I can handle anymore physically or emotionally.
It's a daily roller coaster.
The hormone shots don't help matters any either.

Ultrasound day at clinic. 3 embryonic sacs visible. One's slightly smaller than the others, but its there. I'm having 3 babies!
OK I admit, I cried. So did mom.
I really wish Mike were here to share this with me...
Plan is for me to see the OB every week for now, and to see my endocrinologist every 2 wks.
So far my blood sugar has been fairly stable and I love my pump(the OmniPod).

4 more tests done and alllll positive. I go back to the RE/OB next week and he will do an ultrasound to see if any have implanted.
Mike knows and is thrilled. Mom's still here, she's thrilled.

I know its only been a week, well, not quite, but I had to do it. I had to test. andddddddddd
POSITIVE!
Not just one. Not even two....but 6. I did 6 tests today. I have 4 more to do over the next few days, It's not likely to be the hormones, its been long enough since I had HCG that the shots are out of my system now, and this HCG is me.
I am still on progesterone injections, but they won't make a positive result.
I can't wait till Mike calls!

I find myself paranoid waiting to test. 3 days post transfer I had some spotting. Called the clinic really upset and the nurse told me to try not to worry, it could possibly be implantation bleeding.
I forgot to mention, mom's here with me. I think she only came to keep me from falling apart when I get the negative result I am expecting.Though 4 of the previous attempts were positive, they just decided not to stick around.

IVF

Embryo transfer this morning.
Four five day old blastocytes transferred. 24 hrs of bed rest now. Mike called early this morning from Afghanistan. He is hoping for good news soon.
I find it near impossible to wait for test day. Jan 13 is 10 days post transfer, and test day.
8 embryos remaining if this transfer fails. Will I have the mental strength to do it again?