Now

Today is the 5th day of my FSH injections. I am scheduled for the egg retrieval on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. I have an ultrasound and blood work tomorrow to see where I am. I'm really hoping my body is cooperating and I can stay on schedule. Then, the embryo transfer is 3-5 days after the retrieval. The retrieval process requires sedation but the transfer does not and I'm told it feels like a pap smear. Eww. I have always hated that term. It just sounds so gross. Yes, I am twelve. 

Then, it's 48 hours of bed rest. I am going to have a little bell and I'll ring it every five minutes and ask for random things like crayons, fried oysters and monkey picked oolong tea. My husband is going to love me.

I have pretty much put the rest of my responsibilities on hold as this is sort of a job in and of itself. The time commitment as far as appointments isn't as bad as I thought it would be, maybe because I've gotten used to driving to the clinic so many times since last June. It's just the way the drugs make me feel that make me grateful to have planned ahead and cleared my schedule. Well, for the most part. After all, life does go on.