I finally bit the bullet and ordered the drugs for our cycle yesterday. It didn't feel too scary. No idea how much it will cost yet - that joy is still to come. What's the really expensive thing? Is it the stims or the buserilin? Because surely they can't charge me that much for antibiotics or progesterone suppositories?
Is anyone else sick of taking prenatal vitamins? I'm really starting to resent that neat foil sheet with the 12 carefully placed big red shiny pills. And to resent in particular the nice rotund pregnant woman on the front of the packet. Don't they know they're missing a big marketing opportunity by selling only to those who can imagine themselves with that kind of stomach? We could establish a new brand, characterised by a hot chick in a cocktail dress and pointy-toed-shoes, washing down her dose with what is clearly her 5th martini of the evening - the aspirational infertile (because we all know that we sit around in yoga pants with unwashed hair and unshaven legs and eat cake and drink the nearest bottle of wine).
I stopped taking the mega doses of B6 that I started over a year ago to regulate my luteal phase. Didn't seem to be any point this cycle given the whole suppression thing that's going to start in 9 days time. But then I ovulated on day 10, which seems a little early. And my nails have started to split a bit, which they haven't done for ages, since, oh, probably around the time I started dosing myself up. And I had (sorry for sharing) gobs and gobs of the good CM for three days running. Now, this cycle, I get nice and (potentially) fertile. Anyway, I wouldn't have taken advantage of it even if I could, given the fact that presumably we'd kill off any little spawn through the buserilin, but H was away walking this weekend so no chance. Please feel free to laugh at me for even idly musing that that might have been a possibility this cycle.
As I mentioned, H went away walking this weekend. We had tremendous faffing the night before he left. One of the friends he was going with came over and they had all their equipment laid out all over the floor of our sitting room. I went downstairs to watch television, and just caught mumbled phrases like: "Damn, I forgot to wrap the sleeping bag in plastic, now I'll have to start again," and "this shovel will really come in handy," and "So if we eat the stuff in this pile on Saturday, that leaves us with the dried mince for Sunday," and "I hope the meths got delivered ok to the pub in D-----y". It was fun. They faffed for hours, I fed them curry, they faffed some more, I went to bed, they faffed even more. They left the house at 4am on Friday, and got back last night. They were very smelly and very bearded, and looked all pleased with themselves for having done something so manly. I didn't point out to them that the whole faffing thing was really pretty girly.
July 26. ish. That's all I'll say on that point.