Like I almost lost that IVF book from the library.
I felt like such a bad citizen because I lost a book on IVF that I checked out from the library. I was waiting around in hopes that I would find it but I looked everywhere and couldn't find it. Mark found it when he cleaned out my car yesterday. (yes, he was off work and cleaned out my car for me, AFTER he took it to get an oil change and before he made me dinner. Am lucky. In your face!)
After many phone calls (and near brain-numbing calls transferred around the insurance industry) I got all of my IVF meds ordered. I should be receiving my stash in a week or so.
Clomid is going well. No side effects so far. I get my CD 10 bloodwork on Saturday, then my IVF protocol on Monday or Tuesday.
Also, have had ZERO caffeine since Friday.
You know how I said before that I quit coffee? I lied. I didn't really. I just wanted you to feel like a bad infertile for drinking coffee while I sacrificed for the good of my nonexistent fetus. (Really, I was weaning myself off, and Friday was D Day (D=Dammit I want some coffee rightfuckingnow please)).
But now, no coffee. Am sad. Send chocolate and maybe guns.