OK, I had this whole spiel about not believing in omens, but get this:
- My embryo transfer was 7/7/17
- First beta was 7/17/17
- Second beta was exactly 777 more than first beta
- And my ultrasound? It’s scheduled for August 7
- Then the first two OBs I called seeking a first appointment both had the same first date of availability: August 17
Coincidence? Yes. But still kinda funny.
Also, when I got in the car today to get my blood drawn for my second beta, Sweet Child o’ Mine (Guns ‘n Roses) was playing on the radio.
Another time, before I left for California, I turned on the radio hoping for inspiration, and it was Mama, I’m Coming Home by Ozzy Osbourne.
And then there’s that figurine I found in a junk store in Oakland that completed a set I’ve had since I was two years old.
I feel like Indiana Jones after he said, “X never, ever marks the spot.”
All I can say is: If this one doesn’t work, the universe is really, really, really mean! 😛
P.S. Now that there’s a somewhat better chance I’ll be shooting my ass for the long haul, I put together a nice system in the bathroom: Big syringes are in a heavy glass cup, small needles are in a small glass teacup, progesterone is just next to the Q-tip cup, alcohol wipes are in a small painted Turkish bowl we got for a wedding present, and sharps container is in the corner so it won’t block the cat’s way and end up batted into the toilet.
Really hoping I’m settling in for 7 and a half more weeks of it. Now it looks nice instead of everything crammed into a plastic bag and shoved into a drawer.
The estrogen patches are in a little drawer in the kitchen. For some reason. I guess so I can slap them on while I’m making my morning tea. I’ve found they work much better if I use an alcohol wipe on the place where I plan to stick them, then dry it off with a cloth before applying the patch, then I hold the patches firmly in place with the palms of my hands for 30 seconds.
The things you learn after four years of this stuff…