I just got off the phone with Dr. Babyplease’s nurse. She called to inform me that, while my estrogen levels are, oh, 69 points higher than where they’d like them to be, they’re going to start me with shots on Saturday anyway. They figure that due to my endo and cysts and whatever else is messed up in there, I just have high levels and they’re going to use my numbers from today as the baseline numbers.

Whatever the heck that means.

Secondly, I just discovered that the annual infertility benefits with our insurance reset on January 1. INTERNET, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS? If IVF fails the first round (and I am praying so hard that it does not) then we can almost immediately do another round without going up to our eyeballs in medical debt. Obviously we wouldn’t do that anyway, but knowing that we can actually try again if it doesn’t work the first time is such a freeing thing.  It’s like taking one thing off the Stress List.  (What, you don’t have one of those?)

But now that it’s here, I have the official word from the nurse, and I’m staring at a huge box of medicine…my stomach is in knots. It’s flipping all over the place and I feel like I’m going to get sick…and I haven’t even taken anything yet!

HOLY COW THIS STUFF IS STRESSFUL! I can’t decide if I’m excited or freaked out.