Trying to think of things that jump through hoops.
M had his "infectious disease counseling" appointment in Houston yesterday. N texted me this morning and said his doctor had a similar reaction to mine-- that there wasn't much of a point to the appointment. So now N and M have had two worthless appointments (this one and the MFM), in the interest of moving forward. Yippee.
I really think there's nothing else standing in our way now (though I'm sure I'm cursing it by saying so). I take the last Provera tomorrow night, so I could hit CD1 as soon as Monday. Then I'll call Barb and she'll give me instructions about when to start taking birth control pills (which I have on my dresser, all ready to go) and hopefully send me my calendar. Hopefully, hopefully. This is such a strange world, where you eagerly await getting to start giving yourself shots every day.
My predictions are: egg retrieval sometime around May 20 (+/-), then transfer 3-5 days later. Hoping for two pretty 5-day blastocysts, but we'll have to wait and see on that.
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