Yesterday the nurse at my RE's office called to remind me that yesterday was the day to start checking for an LH surge. Can you believe that?!?!?! Like I could possibly forget! Anyway, it was nice to be reminded and I do so like going to a really small practice. We also had a nice chat and got my last minute jitters out of the way and put to rest some of the lingering nonsense hanging out in my head.
Later in the afternoon the pharmacy called to confirm the delivery address and date. Looks like my box of goodies will come tomorrow. Then the gal on the phone gave me a run down of what is in the box. First thing on the list, 20 vials of Repronex. Heaven help my tender thighs! I had huge, ginormous, itchy welts just from 4 vials. I can't imagine what 20 vials will do. The next few items meant nothing to me, sure, some familiar sounding names, but nothing too scary. Then, she uttered the word "Clomid". WHAT?!?!?!?! Stop the bus. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. I called the nurse back, and sure enough, a moderate amount of Clomid is going to be part of this protocol. I called the pharmacy back and the listing of meds continued. Apparently, I will be taking every fertility drug known to man. Well, I'm sure it's not every drug, but I do like to be dramatic.
And wanna know the funny thing? With all of the injections, PIO, retrieval, anesthesia, bloodwork and every other bit of nonsense only one thing makes the blood in my veins turn icy cold with dread. Clomid. I haven't had any in a year and during the past year I have convinced myself that Clomid is, in fact, the most vile substance on the planet and the root of all evil. I did the happy dance last year when I found out that I was done forever with Clomid. And now it is back. 10 little pills that frighten me more and instill more dread in me than anything else in the cycle. For while my ovaries respond well to Clomid, the rest of me does not.
Poor Brian. I hope there is a little something special in the box for him as well.