Don’t know when I’ll be back again…
Literally.
Do you have any idea how weird it is to be taking off and not really know when you are coming back? To have to tell your job “I hope I’ll be back by this date, but it may not be until this date.”
For a control freak like me, it is very weird.
But I am rolling with the punches. My bags are packed and I am ready to go.
Granted, with the exception of my dress for the wedding this weekend, all I packed were sweatpants and t-shirts.
And A LOT of underwear. Pretty much all my underwear. I was afraid I would run out.
Since I don't know when I'm coming home.
That’s legit, right?
Seriously – I don’t think I can tell you how much I plan on scrubbing it this trip. Once I get to Seattle, I am giving up on makeup and hair products and turning into one of those “crunchy” girls I’ve always envied.
After all, who will I have to impress?
I am going to be as comfortable and relaxed as I can make myself every second of every day I am there.
And that is the only real plan I have.
I’m leaving here in a few hours for an all night flight, and then I have my first appointment at Colorado Center for Reproductive Medicine almost as soon as I land. That appointment is literally just a consult with a nurse practitioner. Even though I am just a monitoring patient there and really only need an ultrasound and blood draw, they insisted on me having an initial consult to become a patient.
I would like to call bull there, but as you remember – it’s still a cheaper appointment than it would be for me to get what I need done up here with my regular doctor.
So, I will not complain. Even though this now means I will need two appointments while there, since everything is now a day behind schedule.
That’s right. My real appointment – the one with the actual workup – isn’t until Saturday. But nurse practitioners don’t work on Saturdays, so I still need to go in on Friday as well.
For an appointment that basically involves me only talking to someone.
It is going to be two early mornings to get up and drive 40 minutes to the clinic, but I will not complain. You know why?
Because I am making a baby.
I have a feeling the next few days are going to be pretty jam packed, so I’m setting up some auto posts for now – but I’ll try and hop on and update when I can.
Fingers and toes crossed for good news on Saturday. We are hoping that everything is moving smoothly and the meds are doing what they are supposed to be doing.
I’m pretty sure that bad news would ruin the wedding for me that night, so let’s just hope that doesn’t happen.
I have to admit that I am unreasonably anxious about flying with all these meds, and I’m going to the airport extra early just to make sure there aren’t any issues. I’m pretty sure that is the last thing I should be worried about right now, but I am.
That is just a lot of needles to bring on a plane. And honestly, I don’t really want to have to explain to some TSA agent what I’m up to.
That just seems like it would be an awkward conversation.
Not that I haven’t ever had any of those in this process.
“I’m trying to have a baby. By myself. With a sperm donor.”
Yep. People always know exactly what to say to that.
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