Hurry Up and Wait

Today, the nurse called back and left a message to say she called in my script. She started listing the meds...

• Ganerelix
• Gonal F (Only 1 box to start because I have some already! YAY!)
• Low Dose HCG
• HCG (Trigger shot, probably)
• Medrol (Which I've googled and have found is a steroid.)
• Progesterone in oil (more to come on that)
• Doxycycline (she mentions for the Assisted Hatching)
• + tons of needles and syringes and other drug paraphernalia.

I had to call her back because I freaked out about the Assisted Hatching and the Progesterone in oil.


I thought maybe I'd have to rob another bank, but she assures me that Assisted Hatching is paid for with my IVF package deal. She said that they think it helps with implantation.


Well, ok. If' it's free. If it will help. Why not.


Also interesting, is that the last two fresh cycles I had, I could choose PIO or suppositories, and apparently they have gone to a "just PIO" policy. If I get pregnant, I can switch. So, two weeks. I can deal for two weeks, I think. We talked about maybe having her draw the bull's eye, because we think Mr. PJ maybe shot too low.


He, of course, was completely offended when I told him this evening--which I find slightly amusing!


And with the addition of the Medrol steroid, it looks like they are trying some new things, and that's good. I think.


And THEN.... this afternoon I...


Rushed out of work leaving my desk hideously in disarray...


Rushed over the river and through the woods... behind a very slow schoolbus to the hematologist's office (which coincidentally is also a Cancer Center).


Where I waited. And waited. And waited some more... in a tiny room with a guy who was obviously not feeling great. And got to witness a nurse draw his blood.


And then I got a lesson on how to do the Lovenox shots. I learned that apparently I have been giving my subQ's WRONG! I've been doing them about an inch or two from the belly button, and apparently that is too CLOSE to the belly button!


Then the hematologist needed bloodwork, and we all know that I have to go to Ghetto Lab to get my blood drawn, so I did that...


But not before making ANOTHER appointment with the hematologist for Friday. I could have made it for Thursday, but I already have an appointment with the regular Endocrinologist to check my Thyroid. This is also for IVF. (Yes folks, another fun week!)


I then drove across town to Ghetto Lab, where I was stuck twice because she couldn't get a vein. She contemplated sticking me in the hand, but quickly changed her mind when I pulled out my gun.


I came home and called the pharmacy and doled out about a grand for aforementioned box-o-fun.


Now I'm just waiting for Aunt Flo to come. I'm thinking sometime this weekend. And so begins the whole, hurry up and wait routine that is IVF.

I don't know how to feel about this. Definitely part of me is excited because SOME hope is a hell of a lot better than NO hope. But there is also definitely part of me that wonders how many times can one get hit by a bus and still survive?