Why I love my doctor

He orders labs "stat".  I get to cut in line.  I feel like such a rebel!

perhaps a clutch would be better.

What no one tells you about IVF is that the daily shots will make you sore after a few weeks of stabbing injections of pure love progesterone.   They also fail to tell you that the bottom of a standard purse hanging off your shoulder also hits the same height on your body as your said puncture sites and bruises.

You will also forget that the purse hits that spot from time to time, but I can assure you it's a quick reminder when you hurry out of your car.  You will also end up carrying your purse in front of you like a cartoon henchmen smuggling gold coins.

Twas the night before retrieval...

... and all through the house, not a creature was calm, not even my spouse.

I'm anxious.  Nervous.  Cautious.  Hopeful.  Blurred.

Today we celebrated the day "off" from medication, needles and blood work by going out to breakfast and having the forbidden coffee that we are cutting back on.  We live dangerously.

Tomorrow we check in at 6:30 for surgery at 7:30.  The orders are no food or drink after midnight, wear comfy clothes, bring warm socks and a photo ID.  Check.

Tomorrow I will be put under anesthesia and when I come to, there should be lots of viable eggs in my doctor's care.

I'm looking forward to coming home and resting.  I'm not looking forward to taking tylenol and getting a whole new regiment of medications...especially more hormones.  So help us all if there is a sappy Visa commercial on TV.

Needles: the word of the day

As I'm sitting in my acupuncture waiting room, I realized today my life revolves around needles.

After my 7:10 am blood work (needle 1), I injected one medication before heading to work. (Needle 2)

I sewed up a ripped puppy around nap time with my handy needle and thread. (Needle 3)

Acupuncture appointment  (many needles)

Tonight two more injections of medications (last 2 needles of the day).