This weekend was my last weekend before the fun begins. I spent it riding, eating, drinking, and frolicking in the sun. I spent 3 days with; a newborn baby, a pregnant woman, and 5 children under the age of 5. I might be a glutton for punishment but I have found I love kids and love spending time with them. I get more bummed out going home childless when I have had a fun day with kids then spending time with a pregnant person. For me I am more excited about the future child then the future belly. Most who know me know I would be happy popping out a toddler rather then a newborn. Newborns scare the living daylights out of me but in order to get to the toddler I have to go through the newborn stage. You all come correct me when I have a screaming 2 year old telling me “NO” or slapping me in the face.
I have also discovered during this cycle I don’t want to talk about it. God bless I have very sweet people in my life and they want this to work just as bad as I do. However when someone starts asking me “how’s it going” “when do you head to MD” “this is so going to work this time”. I just think blah, blah, blah, stop talking about it. I guess that’s the downside of folks knowing. This IVF stuff just feels like a job to me now it’s just something I have to do. I don’t love what I’m doing but it just might pay the bills.
Finally, here comes the blog title. My favorite nurse who has been with me since March decided to semi-retire to take care of her family. She retired at the end of July and I was paired with a new nurse. The new nurse is a space cadet. I have reminded her several times now of my protocol, dates, contact #’s. She even wrote me last week and said “I’m normally not this spacey.” On Friday 9/3 I had my baseline blood work and US at my local OB office. During the appointment I asked for the basic stats. My lining was good; the follies were quiet, etc. Which was a smart thing because, spacey didn’t communicate with me until today. I was set to start my meds on Monday 9/6 if my results were good. I left spacey a voicemail on Friday, Saturday and again on Monday. “Spacey this is Kristi I need to make sure I am supposed to start on Monday.” Since I didn’t hear from her I just went off what I knew from my appointment and started my stims last night. Now because I am a veteran I knew it wasn’t a big deal. Had this been my 1st cycle I would have freaked out. So let’s hope spacey can remember the rest of my cycle.
Any whoooo I am off and running at 187.5 follistim and 75 menopur. Grow quality follies grow.