And So It Begins

AF arrived, slowly but surely, two days after my last post. No surprise there. So now I have embarked on the amazing journey of IVF, nervous, anxious, and full of a nice mixture of excitement and dread. The first step, interestingly enough, is birth control pills. Yes, that's right. I am on the pill. I honestly didn't think I'd ever swallow another BCP in my life, but certainly not in the midst of TTC. That's how it goes though.

Next step: I have a hysteroscopy scheduled for Tuesday, which is a little exploratory procedure to make sure there's nothing in my uterus which may be offensive to innocent little embryos, such as fibroids, polyps, tumors, aliens, etc. Then we have a cycle review Friday and a nurse will come to our house Friday evening for an injections lesson. Super fun. I will take my first injection that night, which I am assuming will be Lupron. From that point on I will have daily encounters with needles, and boy am I looking forward to it.

So, that's the latest. Things should get more exciting in the weeks to come, so I will update accordingly.

The Case of the Missing AF

As I sit here on my laptop on a rainy election day, my evil friend Aunt Flo is officially missing. We have passed the 24 hour mark, now fill out the missing person's report. Where could she be? On holiday in Barbados, escaping the relentless campaign ads and telephone calls? Visiting relatives in Florida? Seriously bitch - either show up or send a change of address form. Because as much as I would like to hope that her absence is due to a miracle, drug-free pregnancy, I don't believe that to be the case. Neither does the Clear Blue Easy stick that I peed on this morning. The digital flashing "Not Pregnant" was a sure sign of CBE's opinion on the matter. Now, I am not one who normally wishes for AF to arrive. In fact I would like to beat her away with a stick. But if we're going to move on to IVF as scheduled, then she has to make an appearance. I have been getting the jitters about this whole thing lately, and I'm afraid if I wait much longer I may back out altogether. My husband, ever the soothing spouse, has assured me we will do whatever I am comfortable with (though I can see in his eyes that he is just itching to do his business in a cup and mix it with my business in a petri dish). So I have told him from now on it is his job to talk me into this. Take away my free will. Bribe me with diamonds and chocolate if you must, honey. I will draw the line at beating me into submission, but honestly I need for him to have some resolve in this because I am just not 100% sure. It is a scary scary thing.

Anyway, if you have seen AF lurking around, please tell her to make up her mind. Either knock on my door by the end of business today, or send a telegram to Clear Blue Easy that things have changed. It would be most appreciated.