I had to. It was too cute. And accurately sums of the life of my dogs over the past year.
ANYWAY. IVF Cycle #1 is officially a go-go. I have an official calendar and everything. I have to start taking birth control pills tomorrow night (my brain STILL cannot wrap itself around this fact even though intellectually I understand why I’m doing it). I get more blood drawn this Friday. And then NEXT Friday is yet another invasive procedure. And then…the injections.
I’m not going to lie. The fact that in a few weeks I’m going to be stabbing myself with a needle on a regular basis scares the ever loving shit out of me. Don’t get me started on the PIO shots that I hear about. Hi husband, here’s a giant 2 inch needle, please jam this in my ass. Thanks, love ya! Ugh. This process is nothing but pure romance, I tell you.
Today was a good day. I didn’t cry today. I didn’t have any anxiety attacks over the possibility of failure. So all in all, a good day. I feel like I should document this, because my good days lately are few and far between. Lately, most days just feel like I’m in some sort of baby purgatory. Just tell me either way, will I ever have a kid or not, so I can move on with my life and figure out the next step.
Back on the day we first found out that this was our only option, both of us had genetic testing done for something like 250 genetic diseases. We finally got the results back today (we’re fine by the way), and reading through the list of things they test for was…enlightening. I know these things they tested us for can be awful terrible things…but OH MY GOD some of the names of these diseases. I will leave you with this word-for-word text conversation between my husband and me.
Me: “I’m reading through the report and we were tested for something called Maple Syrup Urine Disease.”
Husband: “I didn’t know that was a thing. Is your pee brown like maple syrup? Thick like maple syrup? Taste like maple syrup? You’ve googled this already, right?”
Me: “Obviously. It makes your urine smell sweet like maple syrup. Then your brain swells and you die.”
Husband: “Well then. I guess it’s better than your pee smelling like dog farts, then your brain swells and you die.”
Me: “I really hope our kid inherits your optimism.”
Husband: “Me too.”
See? Today was a good day. I’m probably going to hell for laughing at the name of a disease. But that’s a conversation for another day.