Anyhow, here are a few updates:
- Rather than deal with the situation with my friend’s potential pregnancy announcement, I’ve avoided the topic. Completely. It’s all very mature, really. I just emailed saying that I was really busy at work (which, by the way, is true), so next week wasn’t good for me (also true). The good news is she’s going to be away the week after, so we’re talking now about late July, which will be well past my stims. So, I think I can safely put this off until after my beta. And, I’m hoping that means that, if she is pregnant, she’ll give up and just tell me before we meet.
Like I said, very mature.
- Remember that guy I told you about at work? He needs to go. He’s making things uncomfortable for another team member, to the point where she doesn’t really want to come to work anymore. The whole situation sucks. I hate confrontation to begin with. And EVERY conversation with him involves confrontation. So, we’re in talk with lawyers to see what our options are. If it were only up to me, I’d just fire him and deal with the fallout. But I guess we need to follow some kind of protocol. Argh. Stupid rules.
- So, I started my stims tonight. It wasn’t quite as seamless as I thought it might be. First, I don’t know if I mentioned this, but Smirky’s office offered to have the meds sent to them rather than to my house. That way, I wouldn’t have to worry about being home to sign for them, they could check everything for me, etc. It sounded like a great idea to me. Especially because the pharmacy I have to use is notoriously unreliable. They’ll say something is going to arrive one day, and it will arrive two days later. Which of course makes it tough to know when to stay home from work to sign. (Wonderful for an industry that depends on timing, no?) So, I took Smirky up on the offer and picked up the enormous box-o-meds at my monitoring and bloodwork this morning.
Then, this evening as I went to give myself my two shots, I realized that there’s only one kind of needle in the box. This strikes me as odd, since I’m supposed to have one kind for my meno*pur, and another IM needle for the progesterone in oil (good times). So, I call Smirky (at night—ugh—I hate doing that) to confirm that this is wrong, and to ask what I should do. The bad news: yes, it’s the wrong kind of needle. The “good” news: that I can do the meno*pur as an IM injection.
*blink, blink* huh? Did you say I’m going to have to do this as an IM injection?
I wasn’t ready for that just yet. I had prepared myself for my two sub-q shots, but I was happy to have few days to get used to that before I had to move on to IM. Ugh.
So I asked Smirky if there was a secret option c. Like, might Wal*green’s have the right syringe and couldn’t I just get it there?
Thankfully, I could, and I sidestepped the IM landmine for tonight. But, here’s my question: Is there not enough stress involved in IVF that they wanted to throw a little curve ball for good measure?