Obnoxious comments at the RE...Go Mom!

Had my saline sono and it was nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be. MUCH better than the HSG, so it turns out all that worry was for nothing. On the ever so annoying front, my mother decided to accompany me to the appointment. In fact she INSISTED she come with me. You see, my mother is not the best person to provide comfort or support. In fact, she stresses me the hell out. A sampling of her comments will illustrate why.

First she commented on the Redbook magazine I was reading. She said “I used to love Redbook, it’s such a good magazine for people with little kids and stuff.” UM HELLO! Where are we sitting and for what purpose? What on EARTH would make you think that was the freaking thing to say? Then I pointed out that they had more magazines than usual in the waiting room. She said “they are all magazines for young people, there’s nothing for old ladies like me to read”. (I think she was trying to back peddle on the Redbook comment there.) So then, I pointed out that there were a couple of magazines there targeting women in their 40’s and 50’s because THERE WERE. Mind you there were more than a couple of women who were probably in their early 40’s sitting in the waiting room… and she comes out with... “well I don’t know what on EARTH they would be doing HERE!”. Nice mom, real nice. Then she started on about how people were probably looking at her funny wondering what she was there for when she came in and sat down (she got there first). I think that was a blatant attempt to get me to say she looks like she could be in her 40’s. I didn’t give it to her (vanity is her middle name). Then I got called back, THANK GOD. I was actually relieved to go back to the exam room at that point.

Getting ready to roll!

Yesterday was CD1 so I went today to get my pre-IVF bloodwork done. Yes, I know it would generally be CD3, but that would be a Saturday which would not be all that convenient. I mean for the RE's office of course. Nothing about any of this is convenient for me!

The next step is a saline infusion sonogram on Tuesday afternoon and I am scared sh*tless. My HSG was so terrible and it seems to me they are doing something similar with a sono instead of an x-ray. The only difference I can see apart from it being saline instead of dye is that they are not trying to force it through your tubes. I sincerely hope I am wrong. I started laughing when they gave me the prescription for the Anaprox I am supposed to take before. Like THAT's gonna help a girl out.

Seriously, do these things only happen to me?

I finally got the hubby to call and make an appointment for the repeat swimmer check he needed prior to our IVF. He was scheduled for a Tuesday morning "drop off". While working that morning I did my best to put it out of my mind, lest I have visions of what was surely transpiring over at my house. Then I get a call. It's the hubster on his cell. "You are not going to believe this", he says. Oh CRAP- "What is it?", I say. "My car won't start." Yep, his flipping battery died!!!

Since I am not one to take defeat so easily, I raced home and picked him up. And I mean raced. It usually takes me 30 minutes each way, but I did it in 40 minutes flat. Thank God I didn't get pulled over! Imagine what I would have told the poor officer who dared to get in my way!