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Do you know the definition of insanity? Doing the same action over and over again, expecting a different result.

Why, then, do I continue to POAS? Is it insanity? Or, as Jody suggests, simply ritual?

Truthfully, though I don’t deny that I’m crazy, I don’t expect a different result, so I imagine there’s simply some comfort in the morning ritual, just as there is in the evening ritual of drawing up the PIO injection. At least I’m doing something.

It certainly won’t change tomorrow’s beta, that’s for sure. But after tomorrow, there won’t be anything to do for at least a few weeks. That time is interminable to me. I remember after my miscarriage in 2006 I had to wait a couple of months for my hCG to zero out, and then they still made me wait another month before starting a cycle.* That was absolutely the worst three months of TTC for me, ever.

I suppose I’ll use my break this time to make random drop ins at YOFC to check and see if that mobile has been hung yet. AHEM. What do you think, J – has it been hung yet?? Don’t think I’ve forgotten about it! I’ll cut off the cookie supply if it doesn’t get hung!

Just kidding. I’d never cut off the cookie supply. I’m too nice. Snickerdoodles tomorrow. They’re already made.

*Note, there are no scientific studies (that I can find) that support a need for a month off after the beta bottoms out (my OB/GYN supported my theory on this) – most doctors admit that this is purely because they believe it will help a patient emotionally. However, I believe that the 2 months it took my beta to bottom out was a sufficient break. Furthermore, my completely unscientific survey with a sample size of, oh, 6 or so, showed that being forced to take an additional month break without being consulted as to whether this month was emotionally necessary was, in fact, perceived as patronizing and was more emotionally harmful than helpful.

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5dp6dt aka 11dpo

No word from YOFC. If they’re not careful, I may revert to the pseudonym I used in my original blog, transparency be-damned.

11 dippos. Think it’s too early to POAS? Last time I got a 2nd line at 10dpos, but admittedly that was with at least 2 having implanted already, and possibly more. G-d willing, that is NOT the case this time.

Well, I don’t have any HPTs anyway. Not YET! but SOON! 🙂 Yeah! Of course, I could always run out and head over to CVS… I might even get the sassy cashier – the one who when seeing me buy a couple packages of sanitary napkins and a couple packages of twizzlers … both were on sale, so sue me, okay?… said, “Well, I see you’re prepared for any emergency, aren’t you!” But no. My internet cheapies should arrive tomorrow. I can hold out. Honest.

Maybe.

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Now I'm annoyed

Have now left a voicemail message and sent an email re: the little blastocysts that weren’t. Am 100% certain nothing was frozen because I would have gotten a call from the financial folks telling me to pay up. However, I would have liked to have had a phone call telling me either way. Still have heard nothing. This is extraordinarily unusual for my clinic – you all know how highly I think of them. But I am annoyed. And since I have nothing better to focus on right now, I will focus on this particular annoyance right now. Because I can.

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still no word…

…from SuperNurse.

If she’s not careful, her pseudonym may be changed again to “nurse-doesn’t-return-my-emails-anymore-so-see-if-I-ever-bring-YOU-triple-chocolate-brownies-ever-again-so-there!”

Look, it’s not like I actually think anything DID get frozen. It’s that, you know, they were MY little blastocysts. I’d like to KNOW if they just got thrown in a biohazard disposal unit. Is that so much to ask?

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No Cryo Report

I didn’t hear whether there was anything to freeze. I wasn’t surprised not to hear over the weekend, but I figured my nurse would call today. I didn’t want to bother her with a phone call – Mondays are busy days (understandably).

But…

You know…

I mean…

It’d be nice to know.

Frankly, it sounds crazy but I’m half of a mind that I’d prefer there wasn’t anything to freeze. Because…

1. if this cycle works (hah!)… well, then I don’t have to worry about paying storage fees or worry about what to do if we decide we’re done family building now. It’s just done.

2. If this cycle doesn’t work, I’d prefer to move on to a fresh cycle anyway. Let’s face it, these embryos were slow-growing crappy embryos. I mean, I *love* them, and they’re perfect in my eyes (just for the record should my future children ever read these posts… AHEM), but you know, they weren’t optimal. Furthermore, my insurance doesn’t cover FETs, which is phenomenally stupid. So it would actually cost me more to do an FET than a fresh cycle. Plus, if there was, say, only one that made it to freeze, what are the odds that it survives the thaw? Yeah.

I’ll call tomorrow and ask. I just *hate* calling for something this unimportant. I know they’re busy and it’s not like this is time sensitive information. I can certainly wait until the next time I have to talk to my nurse for some other reason and ask her then. But I’d like to know. But, I could wait, right? Of course right. So what to do. Sigh. I know I’m a client. I know I pay a lot of money for a service. And calling them for one tiny piece of information shouldn’t be a huge imposition. I just hate being a pain in the ass patient, so I try to avoid being one. And, um, I fail miserably at it.

But, you know, there’s not much else to do in this ridiculous 2ww. Ladeedaa…

I had a HIGH-LARIOUS conversation today with Barren about how long I’m likely to hold out before POAS. I’d share it with you, but my husband already thinks I’m psychotic when it comes to the whole POAS topic. Plus, J (Marketing Supervisor Extraordinaire) might rat me out to SuperDoc and tell them I’m planning on cheating.

Not that I’m planning to, mind you. I’m planning on holding out until the beta on the 18th. But hello??? You all know me, right? Of course right. There is SO no way I’m holding out that long. I can’t believe I haven’t already POAS’d. Puh-lease.

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It’s not you, it’s me.

Heh. Actually, the break up with The Hatchery went better than I thought. The nurse happened to call me to see if I was still planning to start my IVF cycle in a week and a half. I didn’t say, “Well, yes, but not with you!” I instead fudged the truth slightly and said that just that week my insurance had taken an odd little twisty turn and now I was on a plan that didn’t cover them, and if I went to them it would be out of network, etc. etc.

She was super nice about it and said that it made a LOT more sense for me to go back to Ye Olde Fertility Clinic and told me to get my records (small as they are) sent back over to them and to let her know how things turned out, etc.

Such a lot of stress for nothing.

Meanwhile, BCPs are making me a blubbering mess, AND I’m all crampy and icky and having spotting/breakthrough bleeding, so I’m not even having the benefit of no period! Hello? The whole POINT of back to back pill packs is to avoid all of the PMSy period stuff! Gah. This is completely unfair.

But … things are moving along. I got all my drugs for the IVF cycle yesterday. My copay for everything was $125. Not too shabby. And I’ve got refills on everything, which rocks. I still don’t know when I’m supposed to start the Lupron. Waiting for that day is agonizing. Hello? When is that going to happen? SIGH.

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I talked to my nurse on Friday because there’s been a bit of confusion about whether I should roll into a new BCP pack after my last active pill (yesterday) or take a five day break and start a new BCP pack, which would delay things by three weeks. Sigh. Rolling into a new pack would mean that I could get the ball rolling on Lupron as soon as all the ducks are in a row. Any day now, in other words.

It seems SuperDoc is driving my nurse crazy these days, leaving cryptic messages in her email for her, telling her I can start Lupron now, forgetting that she needs to have certain things in place first, etc. She has to have the go ahead on the schedule for a date that I’m allowed to start stims, because if they end up not having room on their schedule for retrieval… well, we’re screwed, right? So just starting Lupron at will is not so easy. It’s not as simple as him saying, “Yeah, go ahead and start.” There’s a lot of work on her part in the background.

So anyway, finally she concluded that I should just roll into another BCP pack until we could sort all this out. As soon as she can get me a stim start date, she’ll get me a Lupron start date, and she’ll call in my drugs to the pharmacy. Since my copay is based on the prescription, not on each vial, she’ll make sure she calls in enough for the entire cycle, so that I won’t need refills, etc.

Therefore, probably sometime next week you can expect me to start bitching about headaches, hot flashes, fluid retention, and general pissiness. Good luck with that. If I were a good person, I wouldn’t bitch about any of that, I would simply be grateful for this opportunity to have another attempt at getting pregnant and bringing a life into this world. But I’m not a good person. I’ll probably do plenty of bitching.

Meanwhile, my consents have been notarized. Seth’s ID bloodwork has been done. Mine hasn’t, but I’ll hopefully take care of that on Monday. I haven’t gotten my HSG results faxed over to Ye Olde Fertility Clinic from The Hatchery yet, but I’ll get that done. I’m not sure exactly why I’m dragging my feet on that. There’s no logical explanation for it, other than I’m really swamped in the rest of my life and I haven’t gotten to it yet. Seriously, if you had ANY idea what else is going on in my life? You’d know there simply isn’t time to breathe, let alone deal with making just one more phone call.

Oh, um, as part of getting my HSG results faxed over from The Hatchery, that would involve letting The Hatchery know that I’m leaving them. My Dear John letter, so to speak. I’m not good at that sort of thing, even though this is ostensibly an insurance decision (except that I technically have BOTH insurances right now, so I could go either place). I feel awkward about the whole deal, because I do like The Hatchery, but something feels right about going back to YOFC (several of you even noted that I sounded content, even giddy, after seeing SuperDoc, and you know? I was!)… so it’s the right switch for me. And yet? Making that phone call? I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it. (Remember that it’s a very small office – one doctor, one nurse coordinator, one secretary… it’s not like I can just call and talk to a random admistrative assistant who I won’t know me from anyone)

Anywhozit, I know that’s not much of an update. After all, I even entitled this post, “Not Much of an Update”… but that’s what I’ve got.

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