So last night got crazy, because – hey!  I wasn’t pissy enough yet! 

I got a phone call on my cell phone at about 4:30 from the nurse.  “So, the doctor would like you to take a shot of hCG right away to try to get that cyst to move along.  I’ve called in the prescription to Metro drugs, and you should take it as soon as you get it.”

Um, you mean tonight?  I’m in Connecticut.  Normally only 2 or 3 hours away, but with day-before-Thanksgiving traffic?  More like 6 hours away.

This was followed by a massive rallying of resources, trying to get the ancient dial-up to move at wireless pace (which it didn’t.)  Calling every pharmacy we could bring up in the area to see if they had any in stock (they didn’t.)  Finally got in touch with the Yale Fertility center & asked them which pharmacy they use.  Called my nurse back, who called the prescription in & we got in the car & drove for an hour -in the rain - to pick it up in New Haven.

Quite a pain in the ass, but not as much of a pain as the actual shot was.  Breaking through 2 rubber seals, and then my tender bottom with the same needle was rather akin to trying to inject myself with the handle of a spoon.  Uncomfortable?  Let’s just say I’m still feeling the bruise.  From hCG. 

And yeah, judging by CM, I’m more fertile than I’ve been in years.  Think of all the money I could have saved over the years if we’d only realized that Lupron stimulates my fucked-up ovaries, instead of suppressing them.  If only we weren’t firmly convinced that the boy & I make crappy embryos, we’d've had to make lots of excuses to “nap” today. 

Hah.  Let me reassure you all that I have done absolutely no napping today.  Nor do I intend to nap tonight.  Or tomorrow. 

Because, yeah, at this point, about the only way this could get stupider and feel more pointless would be an unintended but shortlived pregnancy.  Again. 

I was able to get some reassurance that the additional week or two would not affect my donor’s egg quality, nor should it affect my lining.  The hCG should just hurry things along, so we’ll just be starting a bit later than we expected.  Yay for a Christmas morning spent at the clinic.

Yay.

But all will be ok, I’m trying to trust, and with any luck at all, this will be just one more wonderful Thanksgiving ruined by a crappier-than-expected episode of “Me and my disfunctional reproductive organs”

I am getting tired of this show.  Can we watch the parade instead?