Love hipstamatic, it makes everything look better, but don't let it fool you. All those med's are going into me. I’m not gonna lie, I was a little overwhelmed when I saw it all. My husband unpacked them and took inventory and the moment he finished he called me and professed his love to me and gave me the ultimate “card”. You know the “card”, the one I get to hold up in situations where he is being an ass and I get my way because I’ve done him an enormous favor. Well, the favor this time is injecting all those medicines into my body while he just sits around waiting to do his part. This “card” is a picture of a bunch needles going into my stomach and I’m going to use it for as long as I can.
Lets break it down; the injectable medicines ended up costing us $2,940.45. The pills (which no one told me about until I was basically picking them up) cost about $123.73. Luckily those are actually partially covered by my insurance! Praise the Lord!!!
Off to injection lessons we go. Now…they give you one lesson on how to do this all. My husband secretly records the entire thing on his iPhone, because knowing us; we will most likely forget the process the moment we leave here. There is a nurse on hand at all times that you can call and there are loads of videos emailed to us as well as websites that have them all. But other then that we are on our own. Our lesson became a chemistry class. It took me back to high school, sitting in front of those freezing cold black top tables, only now we are sitting in uncomfortable chairs using the top of a file cabinet as a workspace in the smallest room they could find. We mix water with water in our class to show us how to mix the solutions and powders. There are different size needles that we have the capability of changing. They give us a fake belly pad to practice on. The hubby goes to insert the needle and my face turns to horror. He’s forgotten to remove the 20 gauge needle! For those who don’t know how long that is, it looks to be about 2 inches to my horrified eyes. YOU AIN’T JABBING ME WITH THAT NEEDLE, BITCH…he stops just in time and realizes. That poor fake belly almost got it.
Maria, our nurse, suggests that my husband do all the injections while I lie down. Did she not just see what happened? At the end of the day, I agree that it’s probably the best idea. I do have a high tolerance for pain, however I’m not sure if I have the guts to jab myself 2-3 times daily with something I know won’t feel good. She gives us our calendar, which explains what shots I’ll be taking when and an idea of the timing of my retrieval surgery. I love me a calendar.
I’ll be taking 2-3 shots every evening at 9pm. The timing was my choice, but it had to be an evening time. I start with 2 shots and then move to 3 when my body is “ready” for it. On day 7, both the hubs and I start on a z-pack. Not sure why, but I’ll find out closer to that day. I’m assuming it’s to kill any infections in our body so that my eggs and his sperm are at their prime. I have no idea what these shots do exactly. Other then the fact that they are hormones and they will make my body drop more eggs, I really don’t know what they are. In my case I’d like to keep it this way. To much information can make me a crazy person. No need for me to obsess over something I can’t control.
Once the shots have done their thing, and my body is ready for retrieval, I’ll be headed to the surgical center. Out they go and I start on all of the oral meds (and another type of med that I’m not gonna chat about because I have boundaries to grossing people out, but lets just say it may as well be a tampon). As of right now Maria says that these meds are to make my uterine lining the thickest and bestest it can be for embryo attachment. YAY for modern medicine!
And there you go, a quick download on the meds and the process. All I have to wait for now is for the “flow” to arrive. We take off on a jet plane tomorrow and head to my parents. Our amazing families have moved Thanksgiving to Monday so that we can spend it with them since it looks like I’ll have to fly home before the actual Thanksgiving to get the process started.
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