To me, Sunshine at the Oregon coast is crazy hopeful!
Last weekend, my wise Mr. T decided to book a B&B at the coast to enjoy time together- knowing it wouldn’t be long before I turned back into stressed-out IVF Jess.
Ah, smart man.
So we packed our shots and headed to Cannon Beach, just an hour and a half from home.
It’s amazing how refreshing it can be to go away just for a night, to a place where someone makes your bed and makes you breakfast and you don’t see a pile of bills or laundry looking at you reproachfully. We felt younger, happier and healthier immediately. My mind and body so relaxed, surely this would rejuvenate my ovaries for the trials to come.
It was drizzling when we arrived at the coast, but by the time we had some clam chowder and checked into our hotel, the sun was making a valiant effort to come through. We walked through town and turned the corner to the beach. The sun beamed down on us benevolently, the daisies smiled at me, and in that moment- all was right with the world.
We drove back to Portland on Sunday through the drizzle, but I promised myself that I’d keep that zen from the daisies dancing in the sunshine, our walk on the beach breathing in that fresh salty air, our lazy morning sleeping in a bed we didn’t have to make.
Now, back in rainy Portland, it’s been a pretty dismal week. On Tuesday, after a lot of hunting around with Mr. Wandy, Dr. IVF only found four tiny follicles. Even more discouraging, my Estradiol was only 49.7; by Day 4, it should be close to 100.
Despite my pledge to be zen, I’ve been pouty and unhappy about all this. Luckily, IVF Jess gets a free pass from Mr. T to be a brat since she’s happy to blame the meds. (No such luck at work, since although my coworkers have met IVF Jess, they don’t know who she is or why.)
Tomorrow is another date with Mr. Wandy, and as I sit here and type I urge my follies to show him something special.
Grow and bloom, ovaries- we’ve got to make a few good eggs!