Can't We Just Get Each Other Paper?

Disclaimer: File the following under TMI if you are getting bored with the fertility updates. I hope just as much as you do that soon this will be over and we can get back to the fun stuff. For now there isn't much else on my mind so I apologize in advance.

We all know that I am a bit of an overachiever. Well, it turns out that my eggs are as well. I am currently taking the lowest dose of medication and the goal was for me to produce 2-3 eggs. Right now I've got 6 "real" eggs, and about 22 that have the potential to grow, grow, grow. Robin and Steve = 28? I don't think so.

Needless to say we have opted for the switch to IVF where all 28 egglets will be removed and a small number which we will decide on tomorrow (1-2) will be re-implanted. The scheduling of this has been a nightmare to say the least. Thank god my back up sitter is able to come every day for the next week so on days like today where my 1/2 hour Dr. apt turned into 3 hour one, I don't have to worry about a screaming child. Of course the only day she can't come is on Saturday which is my likely egg retrieval day, but I'm sure we can figure something out. Saturday also happens to be my 6th anniversary. What am I giving my husband? 28 potential babies. What is he giving me? About 100,000 sperm. I think it would have been easier just to give each other paper or something.

Generally I feel fine. No real physical complications (except I can't go to the gym per the doc, I feel kind of "off," and my head is threatening to explode any minute, not to mention the two pounds that I magically put on overnight.) That being said, the injections and their side effects are the easy part.

What really sucks is all of the daily annoyances. Things like my insurance Co. deciding on the first day of 2010 to deny all my medications (this was reversed today after an angry call from my patient manager.) Or the fact that now I will have to try to find a place to get my blood drawn every day while we are in Fiji where we will be going "against medical advice" in two weeks (considering the 20 acre island we are staying on this may be easier said than done.) Or the fact that I can't even take a PG test because it will give a false positive...the list goes on and on.

What happened to the old fashioned way of having one to many drinks, a roll in the hay, and a few weeks later "OMG I'm preganant...I can't believe it?" Oh yeah, that shit only happens in the movies.

Happy anniversary baby...now pass the injection.