13DP3DT
AKA CD1, Well Sorta
If today, Saturday, becomes CD1, then Monday would be CD3...and I need to see the IVF clinic on CD2, not CD3 in order to start another IVF cycle right away. Fuck! I'm way out in Philadelphia with the BF and his kids...and we're not due to come home til late tomorrow night (on CD2). So I'd be back at the clinic on the morning of CD3 (about 7am). I want to cycle again, but I also don't want to go to NY tomorrow AM at the crack of dawn.
What to do?
Should I just go on the morning of CD3 and lie to them and tell them it's CD2 and hope that my blood tests don't give anything away...then, rather than take my meds that night, I could take them around noon (or earlier?) so that it's closer to what it should be for where I am in my cycle? I could take subsequent injections an hour later each day until my injections were at 7pm on the 7th day. Would it matter? I don't think so. I think it's worth the risk actually. I'm going to try for it. I just really don't want to drive nearly 100 miles to NY tonight, and then back tomorrow AM, and then back again tomorrow night. It's just too much. Or I guess I could take a train home tonight...and just stay there. I'll have to think on it. I might make a split last second decision but that's how things sometimes go.
So, back to the cycle at hand. I called the nursing like at 11:30AM as directed and they weren't there. Arrgh. They said they'd call back as soon as they could find the nurse.
We took my BF's boys to breakfast and after an hour I was antsy to find out for sure. My AF had picked up steam by noon and it's pretty clear that AF is here. I picked up the phone and dialed the nursing line again and just as the phone started to ring, the call came in. The call center patched me over to the nurse.
Beta was less than zero. Definitely not pregnant. But the writing was on the wall.
Back to square zero.
Walking back from breakfast I thought it might be a nice night for a drink. I stopped in a wine shop and perused the wares but at the last second realized that drinking right as I'm going into a cycle is probably not a great idea. So I walked out empty handed. The BF looked at me oddly - he was probably looking forward to a glass of wine tonight, but I'm just not in the mood.
When we got home I promptly telephoned the doctor in Nevada to see if she'd fax over a letter to Dr. Persian in the Bay Area so that he could do my endo surgery and also asked if she would share the HGH protocol that the SoCal doc uses so that I could give it a try next week. I just don't know where the hell I'll get my hands on some HGH unless I get an Rx for it.
It's always something, isn't it?
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AKA CD1, Well Sorta"