So here we are on day 8 and I am ready to get this show on the road. I am sore, bloated and moody. Sure, maybe that doesn't sound any different than normal BUT multiply that by a million...and the moody party by a trillion.
Trying to keep the positive vibes flowing, while being injected with concentrated levels of hormones is not my idea of fun. And once again I am reminded how infertility sucks ass.
On a lighter note, as much as infertility does suck ass I cannot deny it does not disappoint in the life lessons area. One (of quite a few) that keeps showing face is patience. And wow are my patience being tried. I suppose they have been for about 4 years now.
A day in the life of an IVF or any cycle monitored visit...
Each time I need to travel to the clinic I awake early enough to beat the traffic. Usually. I rush to get ready and leave so my almost hour commute isn't an almost 2 hour commute. It usually works out for me. Once I am there, I sign in and I wait to have my blood work done. Then, I sign in and I wait to have my ultrasound done (that's where I meet up with my boyfriend again, "Mr.Wand"). Then I wait for the nurse, we go into her office and discuss my ultrasound results.
Finally I leave. The waiting continues until the blood results are in and that's when the nurse will call me. She will then give me the go ahead as planned with the dosage or give me different directions for the evening and tell me when to return.
Then I do it all again...