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Shots in the ASS -- that's a hard pass for me.





I'm taking a moment tonight to reflect on how quickly 21 days passed right by, in a blur, seemingly forgettable at first glance.  Sunday morning I took my last birth control pill for my prep cycle.  Listen, talking about birth control feels weird and foreign.  I remembered to take it every single morning because that's when I take my other medications.

I've been taking medication for anxiety and depression and have been thankful since feeling them start kicking in months ago.  Of course there are still rough days but I don't find myself caught spiraling through them like bath water down the drain.  Slow. Cyclonic.  This isn't going be a big magical post about depression and anxiety because let's face it, for as many folks out there are struggling with fertility, even more are struggling with mental health.  I did what I had to be the best wife to Porch and the best mama bear for my Charlie bug and I don't regret a single moment.  Actually, I regret not asking for help sooner.  

Let's get back to the baby-growing dialogue though, yes?*

I called the clinic today because I felt like I hadn't connected with them in a while (suddenly 21 days felt like a lifetime) and wanted to make sure I was clear on my next steps.  Once my cycle starts, I will start taking the Estradiol (estrogen) daily and go in for baseline monitoring.  Mid-way through the cycle I get to start taking the progesterone as well.  I'm shelling out the money for the gel though because I can. not. do the PIO (progesterone in oil -- big ass shot in the BUM).  I'm a wimp and I just can't.  With our IVF cycle, we used Crinone (it's like a suppository) and PIO was never even suggested.  As you can imagine, I was relieved.  

Turns out I have to special order the progesterone through a mail-order pharmacy per my insurance company (yet another hoop).  I called the mail-order pharmacy because the clinic said they submitted the prescription but I haven't received it so I just wanted to check in and make sure I didn't need to do anything.  No record of my prescription.  I had a nice conversation (no, really) with the rep and she was able to fax information to my doctor's office so hopefully we can get the prescription submitted and filled this week.  I need to have it in my hands in the next 14 days so the clock is a tickin'.

We'll see how this all goes and hopefully we can get the all clear to transfer!  I have never been more certain that my kid needs a sibling as I was tonight as she pulled me to the floor and made me watch her open her MashEm toy.  For the 100th time.  Luckily, she's got 4 potential playmates!  ;)  It will be fun to see how the family unfolds.

So.  That's a pretty loaded post, folks.  If you made it through, you deserve some sort of reward.  How 'bout these cute pictures of mah Cheeky Baby!  :)  GAH.  Guys, she's going to be THREE in August.  Whyyyyyyyyyyy?!



The one who made me a Mama xo


xoxo
Mama Porch

* Much like I am an open book regarding our struggle with fertility, I am here to share with anyone who needs support with mental health.  You are not alone.

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