My mind is still spinning. I still can’t believe we are already 8 days into a round of IUI. I pinch myself every day… literally. Those shots HURT like a mother. We were prepared for at least 3 months of lup.ron or BC. I wasn’t happy about it mind you, but prepared to trudge through it. But Dr. M – our fertility goddess as I like to think of her – said it wouldn’t be necessary. The scar tissue was worse than the endometriosis so she thinks we can move right along. I almost kissed her on the lips. Little did she know, it was the day before AF was scheduled to visit. A quick follow up appointment turned into a ‘holy shit-fire we are learning to give me shots today’ appointment. Before we knew it we were ordering $2000 worth of medications and in a time crunch to have it delivered by cycle day 3.
That ordering experience could be a post all it’s own. In fact, it was all going so well, I just kept waiting for a glitch. Instead of making us come all the way back to the hospital which in itself is no small feat (30 min drive, park a mile away, walk that mile, walk all the way to the Women’s hospital, walk that mile again, PAY to park, driver another half hour back to work. Each appointment feels like a mini marathon) for the injection class, a nurse gave us the quickie version. Before we even left the parking garage I was on the phone with the insurance company verifying they covered nothing. I didn’t have so much as a glimmer of hope that it would. What would have been nice is to have been able to speak to a rep that spoke fluent English. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep calm when you are embarking on having a child FINALLY and the person on the other end of the line can’t understand V vs. E?? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
After that we had the daunting task of figuring out which of 4 medications would be cheaper where. I had to go back to work so this was left up to my hubby who still, up to this point, couldn’t keep the different between IUI and IVF straight in his mind. It was kind of cute though. I have never seen anyone research anything so thoroughly in my life. He even made a spread sheet. I was a tad irritated that he was even now trying to save a buck, but would thank him later when we soon came to realize mixing the shots was pretty easy (we had the more expensive option of premixed pen injections but went with the ‘comes in a billion parts and has to be mixed’ cheapo stuff – I’ve since read its actually more effective but I didn’t dare tell him that!) In fact, he has also taken on the task of mixing the meds for me. I think its help him feel like he is actually part of the process. Either that or he takes great joy in watching me get stuck with a needle daily. Eh, either way, it gets him home early every day!
Oh yeah…the glitch. I took the pharmacy ALL DAY LONG to verify the insurance covered nothing. Even after I told them so. With 45 minutes to spare, our debit card declined. Twice. I was about to throw up. My husband called the bank. They wouldn’t help him since the debit card has my name on it. EVEN THOUGH he opened the account almost 20 years ago. I called the bank. The rep got testy and told me I had to go to our local branch. Needless to say, I told the rep WHAT THE F-CK WAS UP and before I knew it they had kindly upped our daily transaction limit so the charge would go through and I could get my freaking medicine. YEAH. IT’S LIKE THAT CRAZY BANK LADY! WORD! (envision me throwing gangsta signs here).
Yesterday was my first ultrasound and E2 check. The resident who helped with my surgery did the scan. Boy does she need to work on her concentration face. It closely resembles the look the nurse on American Horror Story had when she saw that Vivienne was in fact carrying the anti-Christ. She found one 13 on the right and 12 and one 11 on the left (bad ovary?) side. E2 was 198. I was told this was all good news. OK? If you say so. We were thrown into this so quickly, I didn’t know what was good or bad. Maybe that’s why I stayed so calm?!! Hmmm…there might be something to that method.
Tomorrow is my next scan and I pray PRAY PRAY insemination is over the weekend. It’s going to get difficult to hide this from work folks. When the box of meds arrived (you have to sign for them so work delivery was the only option) with a big refrigerate immediately sticker the receptionist wanted to know what it was. I told her a puppy. Her face = PRICELESS!
TO BE CONTINUED…….
