My job has taken me away from this blog for the past few days. I've been at an industry conference, and while chatting with someone there about his 25-month-old twins, I alluded to the fact that we may want to try for another soon. I asked him whether his twins were a surprise and he said yes. I was hoping that he would hear the code in my question which was: did you use any kind of infertility treatments? He said the twins were a surprise and didn't miss a beat.
I wish that there were some kind of symbol that those of us who have been through this could wear so we could identify each other. Something like the pink breast cancer ribbon. But it couldn't be that obvious because you wouldn't necessarily want everyone to be asking why you were wearing that pink broken-heart pin, or whatever it is. But if you were having a rough day you could confide in the other woman wearing the pin that your E2 numbers were rising too fast or too slow, and you could be confident that she would understand what you are going through.
Maybe that's why I have met so many more infertile friends on the Internet than in real life. Unless you are very chatty in the waiting room of the reproductive endocrinologist (RE) (and really, I can't think of many places where I've felt less social than that waiting room) or have joined a RESOLVE support group, you don't have an obvious place to meet other people going through the same experience.
And that is hard because, especially during my first IVF, I was consumed by the experience of being infertile and the process of getting pregnant. It was all I thought about. I remember having coffee with someone I was getting acquainted with professionally and he asked me what my hobbies were. Honestly, the only thing I could think of at that time was "infertility and IVF." Of course, I censored myself before blurting that one out. But I think when it took me way too long to come up with something that turned out being lame anyway he must have thought, "Gee, she is kind of boring."
I have a whole other life that most people don't know about. And it doesn't involve staying out late at night or going to bars. It does, however, on occasion taking injectable drugs.
Which brings me to today. My drugs have arrived! They came via American Express this morning in a box that measures about 8 inches by 14 inches by 12 inches. I forgot how much space they take up!
When I did IVF before I mixed my Follistim, but now Follistim comes in the pen cartridges. It was in a cold pack, so I put it in the refrigerator. I guess because it is premixed now it needs to be refrigerated?
Also, my Follistim box with the pen was missing the actual pen. I've left a message for the pharmacy requesting a new pen.
I paid cash for the meds -- just shy of $3,000 -- and I'll submit a claim to David's insurance.
Now that they are here, I have a strange desire to start injecting myself with fertility drugs. But, alas, I'm not even supposed to start the Lupron until Oct. 11.
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