Stirrup Tease?

Oh well, I thought that yesterday’s visit to the fertility clinic would be a little more exciting. I was hoping that the film maker would get to experience a little more of the world of IVF. He rode with me to the office, it’s an hour and fifteen minute drive (one way). We chatted about life, movies and the IVF process. A family member of his used the same clinic a few months back (it was successful).

After the get to know each other drive I was feeling a little more relaxed, not as anxious about him filming me (from the waist up) while my lady parts are probed by the fertility nurse. We walked into the exam room, I hopped up on the exam table and was immediately told that they wouldn’t need me up there today. No needles, no stirrups, no prodding. I was actually disappointed. I was hoping to get some good footage. We discussed the process, I was given my goodie bag (hormones, syringes and a sharps container) and some instructions. When to stop the birth control pill, when to start the shot and to call with any issues. That was it! I got all hyped up for the rodeo and didn’t get to saddle up. Oh well, next Friday should be fun. A blood draw, STD test and a vaginal ultrasound. A total of 2.5 hours in the car yesterday morning, I woke up at 4 am-ish to make it to the Thruway to meet the filmmaker by 5:30. Did I shave me legs for this? Ugh…

I stop the pill tomorrow and I start my shot on Saturday. My tummy is going to be SO bruised. I can not wait to start though. My spotting is now a full blown period, ROAR. I have the cramps, the crankiness the whole 9 yards, two periods in one month is more than one woman (and her long suffering boyfriend) should have to bare. I’d depleted most of the chocolate supply and I can not keep Lay’s potato chips in stock.

The one by product of the pill that seems to have my boyfriend pretty excited is the extra boobage. While I was being a real bitch last night (sleep deprived) he turned to me matter of factly and mentioned that my chest looked a lot bigger. He asked if I was sporting a killer bra or something. I don’t think he read my tweets or previous entries about the hormone boobs. They look real nice, but they hurt. So it’s more look than touch at the moment (sorry hon). After my awesome dinner and 2.5 hour nap, I was in good spirits again.

I might try to post a video of the first shot on Saturday, stay tuned! Oh and thanks to you folks that actually read this. I’m new to blogging, so comment, make suggestions, ask questions. It’ll get more exciting (at least I hope it will).