Ok, that didn’t take long; I have answered my own question at the end of my last post. We are not normal. Not ever infertile couple has the same experiences and some of ours seems a little out of the ordinary. I think we are life’s guinea pigs.
So have you guessed yet? Just try, think of the most outlandish place an in-vitro patient could go. If you somehow have psychic capabilities and guessed my RE doctor’s HOUSE you got it. Yes, his house and it was not for a yard sale. On Friday night we had a few hours of sheer panic. Since I am taking 3 times more delestrogen than the normal person we were not warned at the 102 session we could possibly run out of the stuff. I know that sounds like common sense but the tiny bottle is completely wrapped in its label and you can’t tell you are empty until well, you are empty. Karlis went into an absolute panic because he realized we might barely have enough for the shot on Saturday night. My specialty pharmacy is in New Jersey and since there are no shipments on Sunday, Monday was the quickest we could get it. I started calling pharmacies in Nashville and no one carried the stuff. So I called the answering service at my DR's office and they connected my DR directly on the line. He was so nice about it and said he would try some places and let me know which pharmacy had it and where to go pick it up. He called back on Saturday afternoon and said he couldn’t find the stuff either. Amazing how you can buy all the drugs to make meth at Wal-Mart but you can’t buy IVF drugs anywhere. So he said he had gone to his office and picked some up for me and would I mind coming to his house. I was mortified. I mean who goes to their DR’s house….for drugs? So my mom and I made the trip into Brentwood (Karlis and my dad had headed downtown for the Vandy-Auburn game, I think now they wish they hadn’t gone). I felt bad for a few different reasons:
1) We ran out and I didn’t want to look like we weren’t competent for IVF
2) It was the weekend therefore his own personal time
3) It was his HOUSE for goodness sake, his own personal turf
So to make up for it I took him a pie. How can a pie not make everything alright, I am from Alabama and it makes things ok there. And it was not just any pie; it was an awesome looking caramel, nutty, apple pie from Loveless. It weighed like 10 pounds. For some reason I didn’t feel so naked and exposed standing on his lovely homes doorstep gripping my pie. His wife was sweet and he was nothing but nice. I apologized for the home visit but they acted like it was nothing. They seemed excited about the pie from Loveless. Yay! So everybody is happy we scored the drugs and they scored a pie. Victory!
As far as how I am feeling…..good I think. I am tired but not sure if it is due to my complete state of inactivity, emotional exhaustion or just tired. Things hurt. My hips are just pitiful. My mom just left which is different because she has not left my side for an entire week (thanks mom!). I have been well taken care of and have not had to lift a finger. Karlis has gone to referee an in-line hockey game but should be back soon.
Three days left before the BIG test. I am excited when I think it might be positive but wish it would never come when I think it might be negative. Guess we shall soon see.
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