Saturday, October 5, 2013

Today was my first day of monitoring at Valley.  My bloodwork and ultrasound were all normal, so we get to start the stimulation medicines tonight.  But before that, we spent a wonderful day in the city.  Vito drove me down to meet Brian.  With everything going on with the fertility treatment – Brian decided to celebrate our 5 year anniversary early.  We went to see Wicked at the Gershwin Theatre.  The show was awesome and it was nice to spend some time with my hubby who had been traveling all week.  After the show we had a fabulous dinner at Quality Meats to celebrate 5 wonderful years of marriage, or as I would say 5 years of torturing eachother.  Just kidding.  The food was amazing and the service was spot on.  As we were leaving, my wonderul husband of 5 years decided to haggle with a homeless man…seriously, all wrong.  He wanted money, Brian wanted to give him our leftover takeout food…but of course he didn’t want food.  Brian only had a $20 and told him he wasn’t going to give him the whole $20, so the homeless guy responded “I only have $3 to my name!”  Brian’s response – “Give me change for the $20, so now you have $17 to your name, along with a porterhouse steak, sauteed spinach, and mashed potatoes!”  I was trying not too laugh – only Brian would cut a deal with a homeless guy and ask for change.  Brian tortures all that come in his path.  And it was so fitting that he was wearing an Ocean City MD t-shirt, ALL WRONG!!!!  The real fun was still to come – we got home and it was time to take my two injections.  After arguing for five minutes “you’re not doing it right, give it to me” we (meaning I) finally figured it out.  I was about to take that needle and stab my wonderful husband of five years in the eye if he told me one more time I was doing it wrong.   Of course I was doing it right…I have only sat in on the injections class twice, googled the shit out of “How to inject Menopur and Follistim while your husband bitches at you”, and listened to the nurse’s message giving instructions six times – there’s no way I was fucking this up! Husbands – you can’t kill them and you can’t stab them with your injectibles – not because you don’t want to hurt him, but in fear that you’re going to waste that valuable medicine and have to call in a refil.  Back to the doctor on Tuesday morning for monitoring.  And one more thing – Mom – I continue to pray to Saint Gerard and I wear my blessed baby pin everyday 🙂  Thank you again.  Love you xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo