Round 7, Day 3
Progynova is okay but prednisilone tastes like bitter vomit.
I'm terrible at remembering to take medicine so I have a system figured out now: I bought a bunch of old lady day-of-the-week pill boxes and I dole everything out in advance for breakfast, lunch, dinner and evening pills. It's then very apparent when I've forgotten my pills, or already taken them and forgotten, which starts becoming a thing when you have so much on your mind. I wish I'd had this system figured out from round one. The added bonus is that I get to also dole out vitamins and other meds I'm supposed to be taking so you get to be really on your game in that regard.
Breakfast box: 2 x progynova, 2 x prednisilone, 1 x metformin (for my PCOS) 1 x Megafol folate, 1 x triple strength fish oil, 1 x uterine-centric shelf-stable probiotic [not pictured as I've run out]
Lunch box: 2 x progynova, 1 x metformin, 1 x Vitamin D & calcium, 1 x Elevit pregnancy multivitamin, 1 x Bioceuticals Mag Forte magnesium mix supplement
Dinner box: 2 x progynova, 2 x prednisilone, 1 x metformin 1 x uterine-centric probiotic
Evening box: 75mg + 50mg Thyroid medications (I have Hashimoto's Thyroiditis)
So it sounds like I'm a walking pharmacists wet dream with all of those autoimmune conditions, but I'm really quite healthy and functional. And sexy as hell. Aside from fertility, weight struggles and lip waxing frequency, it really doesn't impact my day to day life.
One of the clinic receptionists called and immediately said, "I'm just calling to process your payment over the phone... how did you want to pay for that?". Honestly I could almost hear nunchucks swinging and knuckles crackling in the background. I told her I was was driving and shouldn't have even picked up (true!) but that I'd call her back after I'd checked the accounts.
The truth is that I already know the state of the accounts, it's a horrorscape, and DH isn't getting paid for another week.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I transfer $2,700 out of our home loan onto our credit card. Or I should say currently the money is floating in The Nothing between banks for a few business days while someone, somewhere collects interest on it.
Then I emailed her the receipt so she knew I wasn't lying because I feel like she thinks I'm lying. I briefly wonder if I have some sort of red alert on my account that says "Even though she has a trustworthy face, this lady is, in fact, dodgy AF. Squeeze her early and hard for the cash."
One of our fears when we first started doing IVF is that it would turn into a mainly clinical/transactional thing where the clinic was more of a baby factory: money in/baby out. That's not how it works at all. It's more like money in, money in, money in, money in, money in, baby out[?]. We shouldn't have worried about it... because of course it's clinical and transactional. Amazing scientists who need money to do amazing things work in these places. And amazing business people who drive sports cars. It's not a natural process at all. You are a bit of a walking science experiment. But you're also a walking goddamn miracle. How many of our sisters and aunts through the millennia would give anything to have the chances we have, to even have hope? And how lucky am I that I am privileged enough to even afford one round, let alone 7?