We had another appointment with the reproductive endocrinologist on Wednesday for the non-covered ultrasound. (For the record, having a room-temperature wand topped with very cool gel in your fun place is perhaps one of the worst ways to spend $306.)
There are two robust follicles, so he prescribed the Ovidrel shot and the progesterone. In other words, I get to jab myself Thursday morning and on Monday start a nightly ritual of putting a refrigerated capsule where that wand so recently foraged.
Happily, the specialty pharmacy had a discount program for people whose insurance doesn’t cover fertility prescriptions. That meant we paid $115 for both (plus a $10 rebate that the pharmacy actually submitted for us) rather than the $160-200 we were expecting.
The place even delivered, so we didn’t have to figure out a way to keep the items cold during a 30-40 minute trip in 106 degrees.
Now I just need to go get some folic acid supplements. Apparently, it’s good for the vascular system, so he wants me to take a pill in addition to the regular prenatal vitamin.
None of that will be necessary until after I ovulate, though. Which, if I take the shot first thing in the morning, should be Saturday or Sunday. Then I’ll start worrying about my pill regimen.
Alas, there’s one piece of bad news. Looks like I’m giving up my chocolate protein bars. You might also know them as the only things that keep me from running into a Walgreens, ripping open a bag of M&Ms and strapping it on like a feed bag.
The doctor looked over the ingredients and said they “probably wouldn’t be harmful.” If this is our last shot, I’m eliminating as many factors as I can. So no more protein bars.
Which it’s only a matter of time before I break my no-candy streak.
I actually made it through Wednesday night, but I doubt I’ll be able to maintain. Tim was wandering around with a Nestle ice cream bar, and I literally found myself following the bar with my eyes. For like at least 20 seconds before I snapped myself out of it.
So yeah, I doubt Friday will dawn without a whole bunch of sugar in my belly. But hey, I lasted more than seven and a half months when I didn’t expect to last a month.
I’ll keep telling myself that up until my mouth is too full of delicious candy to speak.
Anyone got a spare child they want to give us? Could make this process a lot easier.