No, not really. I'm just up a little early because today the FedEx guy arrives with my drugs. Yay!
I managed to catch my doctor's call yesterday; I think I'm going to need to rechristen him Dr. Sweetybooty or Dr. Mister Nice, something along those lines. He sounded cheery and pleased to be on the phone with me, answered my questions thoroughly, and made me feel all happy. Also, he did not call me Teanna.
Now I'm just waiting for my period to start; at earliest it would arrive on April 1st. That would mean a luteal phase of 11 days -- April Fool, indeed. A nicer LP would put it around April 3 or 4, which is, conveniently, the weekend; but they don't need to see me until day 3.
All these numbers and letters make me feel all boring, so I'm going to salivate over the Williams-Sonoma catalog, with its seafoam green KitchenAid appliances, its double-burner griddles, its Niman Ranch sausages.
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Edited to Add:
Oh holy Jesus, I have in my possession thirty-four syringes of varying capacity and contents. Why, again, did I think I was such a badass?
What do you like best about injectables:
[1] Pretend you're Janis Joplin
[2] Pretend you're some hot chick on ER
[3] Pretend you're a Krispy Kreme about to receive her creme filling
[4] So many injection jests, so little time!
xoxox
Posted by: jilbur | Saturday, March 27, 2004 at 03:32 PM
Oh, good lord. Good luck. And I'm glad the Dr. was nice on the phone.
Can you believe anyone going through ART ever has to deal with louts and buffoons? Insult, injury, injectables. Anyway, glad you're off on the right foot.
Bisous.
Posted by: mollie | Saturday, March 27, 2004 at 04:51 PM
You can do it, kid. I am full of faith in sausagey, seafoamy you.
Posted by: Julie | Sunday, March 28, 2004 at 12:03 AM
You ARE a badass. And your ass will, unfortunately, feel very bad after getting all those shots. That's where a little husbandly TLC comes in. Milk it for all it's worth! I get flowers a lot during the injections.
Posted by: Karen | Sunday, March 28, 2004 at 12:14 PM
You get to speak to your doctor on the phone? I am shocked. My RE is too good to do "phone consultations". I get to talk to his snotty, ill informed nurse. The last one told me ovulation alternates from side to side. I thought, not with me babe. Good luck with this one!
Posted by: Enough Already | Sunday, March 28, 2004 at 02:55 PM
Jo, I already beat you to the punch on the Williams-Sonoma catalogue. Though perhaps you'll actually be able to order some of those goodies - instead of shaking your head and muttering under your breath as I did.
Oh, and yes, you are a bad ass.
Posted by: Julia | Sunday, March 28, 2004 at 07:15 PM