Our RE, Dr. G, might as well be called Dr. Careful. Surprisingly, this is a-okay with me (right up until he won’t let me do what I want to do which I don’t think will happen). Guidelines such as: only exercise allowed after embryo transfer is walking. I mean, a reasonable, rational person knows that embryos aren’t going to be jostled or mountain biked out, but let’s get real, no women and few men who are doing IVF are reasonable or rational at that point in the game. Anyway, I am grateful for Dr. Careful and will be, even if this doesn’t work.
I’m utilizing masking tape to quilt in straight rows and I think it is the coolest thing ever. Also, in case you don’t read the blog about our mundane life, I quilt. For other peoples’ babies. Because I am a sicko like that.
C is right, purchasing and using birth control pills while actively trying to get pregnant is weird. I will need a refresher course in how to take them. Seriously. One of my friends mentioned the same thing as she went on bcp for a year to take a drug therapy for her newly diagnosed MS – taking bcp while being in the right place and wanting a child, again, so weird.
A double dose of the children’s gummy multi-vitamins have a nutritional edge on the sour gummy prenatal vitamins. More zinc and more folic acid. I’m still forgetting to take both.
The front office personnel at the RE’s office knows me. Like actually knows who I am. I should bring them cookies. I always arrive winded after racing up four flights of stairs (side note: will that be prohibited after embryo transfer?).
It’s too bad that the next baby quilt I make can’t say “My mom kicked infertility’s ass!” because it should. That girl deserves it. Her soon-to-arrive baby boy is testament to her perseverance. Instead, I’m thinking grays and purples for the baby prince.
My sister thinks that injection class sounds cool. Until I explained intramuscular shots vs. subcutaneous shots and the mixing of vials and the possible burning and stinging at entry. Now she’s freaked out. I’m thinking of either making her give me one or watching an injection when we get to that point. Just to be cruel, you future lab tech, you.
I was considering a last minute tattoo in the belly region as an FU to the fates (either that or the purchase of a convertible and I don’t want a convertible). As usual, C thinks my ideas are dumb and as I glimpsed the injection hand out, I think there will be enough needles going into my belly in upcoming months.
No sex for two weeks + after egg retrieval, or is it transfer? I need to look at that again. It’s going to be a long haul. Three weeks total? Or is it until the first US? So I might have a viable pregnancy, but can't have sex? That's got catch-22 written all over it. I still need to read that book.
Even with all the craziness (reminder, bcps still contain hormones), we are actually doing okay. Mostly. On good days. Yeah.
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