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Psycho Psychologist...qu'est que c'est

I got a phone call from the psychologist the other day. She said she had "good news and bad news." Bad news doesn't even phase me anymore, so I said "hit me." The bad news is she can't psychologically "clear" K. She can't really go into the reasons why until K waives confidentiality. The good news is, she, the psychologist can sign a waiver to "clear" her. She asked me how I felt about that. First of all, she's dealing with a desperate infertile here, so I'd probably let Charles Manson carry my baby if he had a working uterus and didn't have a fee. Ok, maybe not Charles Manson, I forgot about that whole Sharon Tate thing, but I digress. So I say, "I don't have any qualms about using her. It would have to be something pretty bad to make me change my mind. And I'm sure D feels the same way." She said she was pretty sure I'd feel that way, since she was a friend and not an agency GC. She'll let me know more when she gets the clearance from K. Meanwhile, the next day, K calls to tell me what it was all about. Apparently, she scored "too high," or something on her written psych tests, and they couldn't tell if she was trying to beat the system or if she was really that great. So, the only thing for the psychologist to do was err on the side of conservatism, and reject her. Whatever, bottom line, she's cleared mentally in my book, and by association, in the clinic's book.

The mock cycle mocks me!

K has been doing her mock cycle for the last few weeks. While I was away at the clinic last month, I had D go through my ginormous boxes of IVF stuff and pull out three 8 packs of Vivelle patches, leftover from P's (our) transfer in June. Those things are like 50 bucks a box, so I wasn't going to be throwing them out. Anyway, he didn't check them to make sure they were full, and apparently P had put empty boxes in with the full boxes. Ugh! So after K double checked that she didn't misplace any, I had the nurse call in 2 more boxes to K's local pharmacy. Another $100, whatever. Of course, when I got home, there were 4 full boxes left.

Her first E2 check last week, on 1 Vivelle patch every other day was 386. They want at least 300 by the time of transfer. I think to myself, "Oh goody..nice and juicy!" Then she had her 2nd E2 check yesterday after being on 4 patches  every other day for several days and it had dipped to 214. WTF? On top of that, her lining on CD 17, was only measuring 8mm, which, as anyone who has ever done IVF can attest, is the bare minimum, when they want 8 to 12 at the time of transfer. What is up with all the fertiles and their fluctuating E2 levels? I feel like I'm being set up for the kind of rollercoaster I was on with P, back in  June . I do realize that they may be able to get her systemic E2 up a little, by adding Estrace orally. That is IF we get the phone call, this time! I don't know, at least I've got thick linings going for me, but who knows what it will be like after 3 months of depot Lupron...

The good news is K and C finished their psych consults on Monday, and they felt it went well. She has had no side effects since the first week of stopping the Paxil. And since I didn't hear anything negative from the psychologist...I can only assume everything is fine on that front.

Unfortunately, K is showing early signs of disorganization, so I'll have to stay on top of her after all, much like I had to with P. I sent a package up with D a couple of weeks ago, to give to her. It included a bottle of Prometrium for her mock cycle, a cute little diabetic cool pack organizer from Avon (of all places), a bottle of 500 mcg sublingual B-12 and the orders for her mammogram from the clinic. I put Post-Its on everything, indicating what everything was for. She first calls and leaves a message wondering if she is supposed to be taking something else in addition to the B-12. I call back and ask if she's not taking the prescription pre-natal samples the nurse gave her last month. "Oops, no, was I supposed to start those now?" "Uh...yes, they would really like you to be on them for a good three months before the cycle. See which ones you like and I will have the prescription called in for you." I ask her if she has at least made the appointment for the mammogram yet, since she told me it would be a long wait for an appointment, and that has slipped her mind as well. I had already appeased the nurse at my clinic, who really wanted a mammogram before the work-up in August, by lying saying she had the appointment made for after her 35th birthday, so her insurance would cover it, and that it was tough to get an appointment. Anyway, she tries to make the appointment and her clinic tells her they will need Dr.'s orders for it, since they don't usually schedule for one until the age of 40. She emails me about this. I email back and tell her the orders were in the bag.

Ok, I think I have it all off my chest now,  K is really great, and obviously I am so grateful that she has even offered to do this, so I will try not to get too huffy in the future. It's just that she's more D's friend than mine, and I'm used to being able to "talk" to P, since we're related. I'm just a little stressed about the whole thing, ya know?

Also, six donor matching meetings so far, and no word yet. Sigh.

At your service...

Doesn't look like I'll have much time to post until beta. P is keeping me plenty busy changing explosive diarrhea diapers, doing laundry and generally entertaining her three kids while she goes to "Stampin' Up," meetings, or cult worship, or whatever it is they call it. I have "worked," 10 -12 hours a day since we got back, and since my dad's computer is in his bedroom, I barely have time to check my email before he hits the hay. As long as P can't lift anything over 10 pounds and still needs PIO's every night, I am probably stuck with this 9 - 9:00 schedule. Although, I did give her shots at 7 last night and tonight, and got the hell out of there after I innocently put her 11 month old to bed at 6:30. Oops...Oh, and remind me to tell you about the 13 1/2 hour mini-van ride home...

Last Pill for P!

P just took her last BCP, so now its hurry up and wait for the Hag to show up. Waiting for P's period has always been a harbinger of good things to come, unlike mine, which is just a constant reminder of how fucked up my plumbing is. Her first after breastfeeding, (remind me to tell you THAT story!) meant we could start counting three cycles until her work up could begin. Her first after the workup, meant she could start her mock cycle. Her first after her mock cycle, meant she could start BCP's. Now we are waiting for her to start so she can begin plastering Vivelle all over her torso (being careful to avoid the breasts of course!) and pop those baby aspirin.

Baby aspirin is one of my favorite parts of IVF. I always buy the orange flavored, chewable St. Joseph's. They remind me of a simpler time in my life, when boo-boos felt better with a little Bactine or Mercurochrome, and your fever went down with a little orange pill. Gonal-F never makes me feel good in that way. Its actually funny that I have such warm fuzzies for those pills. I've always been kind of a junkie for them. When I was two, my babysitter found me scarfing down a whole bottle. I had to have my stomach pumped. You would think something like that would cure you of that Jones! But no, still love 'em. Now, if they would only start making prenatal vitamins, chewable and shaped like a Flintstone!

D and I had another nice day. We had bagels with cream cheese and lox in bed. Well, smoked salmon, as its known in these parts, from a blister pack, courtesy of Wal-Marche. No real delis around here! Then we finally got up, showered, read a little (currently I'm reading French Women Don't Get Fat uh huh...) then caught a matinee of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. We are both guilty of having no will power and stopped by the Dairy Queen on our way home, for Buster Bars and decided the best thing to do to aleve the guilt, was to grab our dogs and go for a walk on "our" new favorite trail. When we got home, D fired up the grill and I whipped up a marinade of mint, shallots, olive oil and Dijon for lamb burgers. Happy Memorial Day! We have almost officially cleaned out the freezer and fridge for the 3+ weeks I'll be away. I'm trying to be optimistic and hope that I'll be gone even longer, indefinitely taking care of P's household, so even the condiments have got to go!

Anyway, D's going to be out of town for the next three days, (still no date for Europe) so I better go up and be social. I'll let you know when Big Red's in town!

Havin' My Baby

What do you get for the woman who has offered to have a baby for you? I have already penciled in a kidney transplant, should she need it, but really, there must be something else. I plan on babysitting her three kids, cleaning her house, and cooking nutricious, delicious meals for her and her family for the entire pregnancy. Basically signing myself up for indentured servitude. She's already started referring to me as "her slave." She says she's joking, but all I can think of is how D and I will be seperated for months, if he moves to Europe, as planned in August. I know this "never live it down" shit, won't end after the delivery. I have also promised her that someday we will move close to her and then we can take turns watching each other's kids and everything! Tra la la la la...Frankly, since she's a family member, I'll probably never hear the end of it, from everyone, at every wedding and funeral I go to for the next 40 or 50 years. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, I really am very appreciative. But there are definite reasons to consider an agency donor or GC. That's all I'm saying. I guess I'm jumping the gun a bit anyway.

P starts Lupron shots tomorrow, and I know she's a little worried about it. I sent a bouquet of mini-sunflowers to her school.