Injections are ok, though they’re taking up far too much of my valuable ‘oh my god it’s still dark and I have to get up already to fucking stick needles in myself?!?” time.  Nothing new there.  I hate daylight savings time, but I especially hate coming off Daylight Savings Time.  Late October is depressing enough [...]

Two injections already – feels like old, slightly painful times.  Nah, the Lupron is a breeze – the insulin needles are so thin they really don’t hurt, and I’m on such a teeny micro-dose that I never had to deal with the misery that it brings to many women.  (knock wood).  My estradiol level came [...]

So, I had my appointment this morning with – Dr. Bigshot!  Some of you may remember that he’s the one who failed to find the fetus still hanging around in my bleeding uterus a month after the miscarriage.  You might also remember he’s the fellow who cavalierly diagnosed “the worst case of adenomyosis” he’d ever [...]

It occurs to me that it’s probably not particularly healthy for me to get so much of my information from the internets, but, you know?  It’s just so tempting to google “DHEA mood” and see what pops up.  Apparently the giddy good mood I’ve been enjoying for the last two months, (er, ever since I [...]

…save that there’s nothing new to report. Boy decided that the reason I’m having “such a hard time getting over this” is because of the waiting. He hadn’t realized (actually, let that read “he hadn’t registered when I told him the first time”,) that this process might take up to 6 weeks to begin, and [...]

Went in for my last appointment with my RE, and there was no heartbeat. No growth since last week, either. They gave me a shot of Rhogam, since I’m Rh negative, and now I’m waiting to miscarry. I’ll apparently have to go in each week until I pass everything, to have my HCG levels taken, [...]

 … well, almost. Tomorrow is the day of needles.   Today was the day of the very kind tech actually grunting in frustration as she rooted around in my arm trying to find a vein that would dispense a bit of blood for her instead of sucking it back into my arm.  (“My blood.  Mine! And you can’t have [...]