I’m cleared for take-off.
Today marked the true beginning of this IVF cycle. I begin my regular treks to the clinic (200km round-trip) (and at the crack of stupid) for close monitoring of my ovarian stimulation. Today, I had a hot date with the vag-cam (oh, how I’ve missed her) and got my bloodwork done — everything looks “perfect”. We also had to sign the consents and bring them in — what a bunch of legaleese that was! Summary: if the clinic fucks up — we won’t hold them liable, if we have left over “URM” (unused reproductive material — sperm, eggs, fluids, non-viable embryos, etc) what can they do with it? What happens if one or both of us die or get divorced?
Me: What do you want to do if we divorce? (with the remaining frozen embryos if there are any)
Husband: You can have them.
Me: You don’t want our children?
Husband: Well what am I going to do with them?
Me: What am I going to do with them?
Husband: You might want to still use them.
Me: What makes you think I’d want to continue to have your children if you divorced me?
Husband: I don’t know. Let’s just not get divorced.
It’s a funny conversation to have. We also decided to donate any leftover (or unusable) embryos to science. We’re not really comfortable with embryo donation to a third party unless we’re dead — then someone else may as well have our biological children. I would like to be all noble and say that we agreed to donate them to another couple really wanting a child, but it kind of freaks me out that my biological child would be out there and I wouldn’t know him/her. I also think (and perhaps this shows that I watch far too much television), what if you donate embryos and one day the persons made from those embryos meet up in a bar and procreate? Doesn’t that create some sort of weird television series about scientific in-breeding?? I know that it’s silly… doesn’t mean that I didn’t think it though.
It was also the day to pay the big bucks — but unfortunately, the money I took from Peter to pay Paul didn’t process, so I get to wait till my next trip in on Tuesday and delay that sick feeling in the pit of my gut a little while longer.
So, injections start on Saturday (I’m going to a wedding out of town — I’ll have to excuse myself during the speeches to go shoot up!) and beginning Tuesday, I’ll go to the clinic every other day for monitoring. I also start acupuncture on Monday and I’ll do that every other day basically too.
I like needles. Needles are my friends.
We watched the video on how to prepare and do the injections. I think the woman in the video getting her ass stabbed by her husband got more Ativan than I did. She looked far too happy about it. The instructions were simple enough. And although I need 5 viles of medication per day, I can combine them with one liquid which means one injection. (I received the drugs in a powder form that has to be mixed with the liquid right before injection). I feel a little like a mad scientist mixing all this shit up — I also think being a drug addict would be helpful in this situation — all the needle drawing and flicking…
So that’s what’s going on.
Oh, and I have perfect blood pressure. Yeah, me! It’s usually low-ish.