Fun with the pharmacy and other things...

I actually got some good financial news today! Some of the drugs for IVF will apparently be covered by insurance and thus be nothing more than a $15 co-pay! Whoopee! The lady who placed my order said that Lu*pron and some of the other drugs have more than one use, so they can slide them past the insurance company. That's awesome! Not that I didn't spend a crap load of money today, but at least SOMETHING was paid for.

On a slightly less positive note, the co-worker with the annoying kid questions- moving into my office. So I can "work with" her. I already share an office, but the person in with me now is more senior. Annoying one, as she shall be named from now on, has been here less than 90 days and my boss wants me to help "train and develop" her. I couldn't say no for 2 reasons: a) I don't want to explain why she irritates me; b) the request was preceeded by a speech from my boss about how great I was doing, how much I had grown, talk of future promotions, etc., etc. What kind of fool would say no after a speech like that??? So, I guess she's moving in.

Happy weekend!

Here we go! Sorta.

Today I started the bcp to prep for IVF. Wow, it was pretty surreal to open a pack of those again. I never thought I would go there again. How strange it was to put the little day lable on the package and such.

On the up side, my mother, who is generally a very hard person to deal with, called today to say she is sending me a check for $9,000 to cover most of what I have to pay on Monday (at my consent signing appointment). I realize I am very lucky she is paying for it and I am trying to not get pissed at her for being "insane" since she is paying for this IVF attempt. I just have to keep reminding myself to be nice.

Along those same lines, she was appalled that I did not want her there on the day of retrieval. When I pointed out to her that my husband might be weirded out about that, it was like she never even considered that. It's all about her! Sheesh. In addition to that, please see my post about how she acted at my saline sono appointment!

People who cannot take a hint piss me off

Yesterday I was asked, completely out of the blue, by a new co-worker with 2 small children if my husband and I just weren't "kid people"? I tried to end the conversation gracefully and get out of the situation but she just would not let up. She was down right f-ing pushy about it. I was pissed off to the point that I really really wanted her to be embarrassed for being such an ass, so I came out with it and said "It's not that we don't want kids, it's just that it isn't happening". That freaked her out but good. It was like she never even CONSIDERED that there might be something WRONG. I mean, people just have sex and BOOM they pop a kid out, right? I bet she will leave me the hell alone from now on, so maybe it was worth the awkward situation.

The significant thing about this is that nobody at work, apart from the ones I have seen at the RE, know a damn thing about our struggles with IF. They probably just think we are not "kid people" and have enough tact to keep their damn mouths shut (unlike the new girl). Now I wonder if she will be too embarrassed to say anything to anyone. Maybe it's just time to come out of the proverbial closet, so to speak.

Oh and speaking of co-workers, the one I was wondering about the other day- PG.

Of course she is...

The co-worker I saw at the RE for her "test"... yep, you guessed it, she appears to be PG. I don't know it for sure but she had a rather suspiciously maternity looking shirt on when I passed her in the hall today. If it's not maternity wear, it would be a very unfortunate wardrobe choice. Did I call it or what? It was probably on her very first round of Clomid or something crap ass like that.

I know, I know, I don't know what she had to do to get that way. Maybe it was on her 3rd or 4th IVF for all I know. If anything it should give me hope that this stuff works, right? Instead it just pisses me off and makes me feel even more defective. Blech.

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!