The pill is making me crazy. I don’t remember it making me crazy in the past (you know, when I was taking it to avoid pregnancy.. HA!). But I’m a little mood swingy. Mostly rage. Not a whole lot of crying.. which is weird. Maybe my cry muscle is finally broken.
My husband picked up the rest of my drugs this week. They came in a shopping bag.
A shopping bag.
Not just for easy transport, nope that damn bag was full.
That’s $4500 worth of crazy right there. And only one damn Ativan. Come on, I have to inject 4 vials of Bravelle and 1 vial of Repronex into my stomach daily for like 11 days or something. That’s gotta be worth at least a handful of Ativan. At least I have the Fentanyl to look forward to during retrieval.
I kid because I’m scared out of my crazy fucking tree. And sarcastic humour is the only damn thing that makes it slightly better.
I have to take a moment and say how incredibly grateful I am to have a benefit plan that covers 100% of my drugs. That’s a really big deal. A really big fucking deal. We wouldn’t even be able to think about doing IVF if it wasn’t for that.
There’s a couple boxes of accoutrements — you know, syringes, needles, safe disposal bag, alcohol swabs — that includes an instructional DVD. I’ve never taken a medication that includes that much instruction! Maybe I’ll pop some popcorn and invite my friends. It will be like a good old fashioned movie night!
Making babies… most natural thing in the world, right?