Scopy Festival

Devin's doing surprisingly well after his endoscopy/colonoscopy today. Last time he had a hard time fighting off the effects of the sedation (nausea, light-headedness, etc.), but other than being a little sleepy, he's OK.

I'm having a bit of a hard time today. First, waiting around for 2 hours while my husband is under general anesthesia and they put tubes into him wasn't my idea of a delightful morning. Even though I went shopping and had a gift certificate and so only paid $6 for a new pair of shoes, it still didn't make it a good morning. Since we've been home I've been sleeping on and off, as if I were the one who had the procedures.

I know this is about my cycle. Its finally becoming real. I've started my usual brown spotting and having CM with little flecks of whatever-that-stuff-is (my endometrium?) in it. That means AF should be here within the next 48 hours.

First problem, if she arrives on Friday, I have to figure out a way to get in to see my doc over the weekend, to start my Gonal-F. That can be difficult. I guess I could lie and tell them I started on Saturday and just go in on Monday. [See how I get all spazzed out about stuff that may or may not happen?]

Second problem, I'M STARTING INJECTIBLES. Holy shit. Guess I should back up a bit. Package was delivered on Saturday as promised by the seller, but it was delivered to the Hammers down the street. Why didn't we think to look at their house? They called Monday morning to say it was there, after I spent Sunday in a bad mood. I looked everything over and was shocked to see how tiny the ampule with the powdered FSH was. T - i - n - y. If I paid $900 for that, I would be really pissed.

I've put the box with the amp and all the syringes down in the basement to keep it cool. It also keeps it out of my sight.

You may notice I have absolutely, positively, not one shred of doubt that I will be starting a new cycle here in the next few days. Hope has left the building.