posted by Mel
Somehow after someone threads a foot-long needle through your veej and fumbles around with it inside your oversized aching ovaries for 20 minutes or so, an inch long intramuscular injection looks like a day at the beach. Yeah, I got my flu shot this afternoon.
Speaking of needles, I’m ready to get this show on the road again. Vanessa’s having CD3 bloodwork done tomorrow, but this is just her first E2 and FSH test. We both still have to have the whole fertility work-up again. We have plans to retrieve her eggs in March or April 08. That is such a long way away. Meanwhile, I cannot even tell you how many people we know who have gotten pregnant and already had babies in the 2 years since we began trying– many who started AFTER we did. I try to be happy for them, but the bitterness has been bubbling up again a lot lately. Another holiday season and still no little one to celebrate.
On a comical note, I was moaning to my mother over this the other day and she suggested that perhaps my eggs are not bad after all and that our RE might have actually retrieved them and then SOLD them to other infertiles. When Shirley becomes crazy conspiracy theory girl now, I get off the phone. For some reason, she finds it even harder to accept my infertility diagnosis than I do. I’m pretty sure this is because she thinks it somehow reflects negatively on her genes. If I’ve learned nothing else by now, it’s this: our struggle to become parents is ultimately all about her.