Twisted Ovaries

One Week

Scan tomorrow, and then hopefully transfer next Tuesday.

I'm so ready for the transfer. I've never been more ready for anything in my life, not even the first time I had sex (I was way late for that, it took 5 seconds, and I was there on his mother's living room rug going "Hmmm....I fancy a popsicle."), not even the first time I moved in with someone, nothing compares to being this ready. I'm at the stage now, 30 days into the cycle, where if I see another needle and it's not filled with some kind of medication that either: A) Makes me thin or B) helps me to communicate with Care Bears while eating Doritos then I may have to cry.

Since my next shot is in two hours and there's no hallucinogens in it, I'm guessing tears are on the menu.

Luckily the shots all come to an end on Friday. I believe I also cut off on the progynova then and head for the ass bullets. I'll take the ass bullets over the shots-even though the ass bullets suck, they have the benefit of acting like The Big Colon Clean Out (the fact that the key ingredient in the pessaries is vegetable oil, which holds the medication in that nice smooth bullet-shaped ass form, is what does it) is a perk-after all, IVF meds cause bloating and constipation, so any little help will be good.

I wobble between positive, "meh", and negative.

We'll see. The waiting game starts next week from today.

Posted by Vanessa at July 25, 2006 02:08 PM | TrackBack