March 30, 2006

So Now It's Been 8

I've had 8 shots now. I keep expecting the bad humor to come along, but amazingly I've been more patient than ever. If it weren't for the hot flashes, the indigestion and the bloated bruised stomach, I'd consider staying on these shots. I do have the PMS-the period should start Saturday, which I understand will be the equivalent of Niagra Falls in my knickers-and so I am a bit irritable, but actually less than usual.

I am still so tired, and even more so, I am so tired of drinking water. I am so exhausted I want to lay my head down and cry, but tears are too much effort.

I had breakfast with my friend Susan on Monday. Susan is a high-strung chick, she has a 5 year-old daughter and is absolutely desperate for more. She's 37, and has finally started sleeping with her (male) best friend in hopes of getting knocked up.

"I'm not pregnant," she says dramatically over boiled eggs.

"Oh Susan, I'm sorry," I reply. "How long have you been trying?"

"Once," she replies.

"Once...a week? A day? A month?" I ask.

"No, just once. One night. We tried one night one month ago and it didn't work."

"Ummmm....ok....Susan, you know even the most fertile of chicks will need to try more than just once in five years, you know."

"I'm going to the doctor," she says firmly. "I'm going to tell him I've been trying for ages and it's not working. Then he can help me, give me medication or something. I can get pregnant then. My clock is ticking, I'm 37 and nearly out of time."

I put my fork down. "Susan, if you do that you're jumping someone in the queue, someone who really has been trying for years. Infertility is hard on women, you have only tried it once, you have no idea if you have a problem or not."

I don't manage to talk her out of it. She's convinced she's not going to be able to get pregnant fast enough, so to the doctor she will go. I don't get angry with her, she's too high-strung to be angry with and anyway, she doesn't mean any malice. In the meantime, my cycle looms forward through the entire month of April and with a sigh, I inject myself in the stomach again.

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Comments

Honestly, I think you're a lot nicer then I am. When something is so personal and dear to me, I have a hard time letting people I care about thinking so retardedly.

Posted by: jadewolff at April 3, 2006 02:24 PM

I know someone like that...32 years old, tried conceiving twice, freaked out and demanded the full work-up plus Clomid, got pregnant the following cycle, and sometimes refers to her two months of trying as her "infertile period." She's not a friend, and so I try to avoid this individual at all costs.

Glad to hear that the drugs haven't altered your usual wonderful personality (and I'm not even being sarcastic here!). Hope your period is not the geyser you fear it will be!

Posted by: Ornery at March 31, 2006 09:09 PM

I have got the PMS from hell too. So far that's my only side effect but if it keeps up for 3 weeks, hubbie might set up a cot at his shop. I am sorry about your bloating and bruises.
What is with that friend? I can't imagine she'd have the patience for all the testing involved.

Posted by: jenny at March 31, 2006 06:45 PM

I know she's your friend, but gah! What a frustrating attitude she has. :-\

Posted by: Polichick at March 31, 2006 05:39 PM

I feel like a total whore because I handled the lupron surprisingly well. I was also on such a small dose, so that could be why. I'm here with you, my sister in bruising. 11ish more days until the dildo cam.

Posted by: statia at March 31, 2006 12:53 AM