Sunday on the way home from Atlanta, Frank and I made a quick pit stop for gas and snacks. I saw this in one of the fridges and did a quick double-take:
I didn't have much luck in getting approximate dates for cycling today. Though this clinic and RE seem good at what they do and I am very comfortable with them, they do absolutely nothing to keep my nerve labeled "impatient" from twitching. I think I've just been spoiled by Dr. Sleepy and his clinic. With him, the time from our first consult to my first injection was about three weeks. With Dr. One, our first consult was at the beginning of August and I think we'll be lucky if I'm shooting up by the middle of October. By my estimates, transfer could be as late as early December depending on how things shake out, and right now that just feels like forever away.
Yoda (read: Frank) said, "Look at it this way: different clinic, different doctor, different process, different results.Hopefully all these differences will mean one and done."
I rolled my eyes, but only because it occurred to me that he was speaking in the same tone of voice that one might use with someone who looks like they lost their straightjacket. He's right, of course (but don't tell him I said that).
Still…what I wouldn't give to have a little Lupron in my system right now.
Wishing for daily injections of demon juice/bitch-in-a-bottle should speak volumes about my current excitement levels.
What can I say? Reproductive hormones are my drug of choice.