On Monday, I will be going to my annual I-Hate-Being-a-Woman appointment. I know, I just got done writing a post about how I love being a woman, but I am a woman, and we are known for our fickleness. Realistically, I only hate being a woman once a year. Well, actually, once a month. I guess technically that makes thirteen times a year that I hate being a woman, but who's keeping track, anyway!
So, yes, the annual exam where I will see my OBGYN, he'll do the exam, give me his okay, and we'll be happy. There is absolutely no reason he would not give his okay. When I called, his nurse stated that I was overdue for my annual exam. Apparently annual means every twelve months, not twenty-three months.
Thursday, we then will see the IVF nurse. She will give us the medicine prescriptions, tell me when I'm supposed to take it, when I'm supposed to get blood work, when I have the retrieval (thank goodness they put you out for this), and when they place the embryo in (they do not put you out for this... Ouch!).
So it begins.... I am told it will go very fast after this appointment, but I don't foresee that being the case. Idealistically, I will be pregnant in June or extremely depressed in June. Either case, I have a feeling there will be a lot of tears. One week, and it all begins.