Life as LawWife

Short version: Waited over an hour, went back, and told him what I wanted. He Rxed it and sent me on my way.

Longer version: My sister was able to go with me (hallelujah!!), so she kept me company during the long wait. When I went back, he asked what I wanted to do. Then he started filling out the Rx pad (it's for Ascend Pharmacy in Portland, ME). As he went along, he asked if I knew the risks associated with injectables. I talked about OHSS but didn't know the second issue. He started talking about multiples. And then he asked what we'd do with triplets or quads. I said we'd just do it. And of course you know he wanted to talk about selective reduction. He mentioned increased risk of premature birth and retardation (first I've heard of that second one, but whatever). I said we'd just deal with it. He said it wasn't fair to the baby. And I said we'd be ok, it'd be ok. "What do you mean, 'it'll be ok'?" he asked. I said we would take what we were given and deal with it. "It's not an option," I told him. There was a bit of a staring match going on by this point. And THEN he made me sit through his dictation of my visit over the phone, emphasizing the fact that I wasn't willing to do selective reduction. After that, he walked me back out to Tina the Incompetent, who faxed my Rx to the pharmacy.

I'll be taking Menopur & Novarel. Whee! At least the Menopur is subcutaneous (injected just under the skin) rather than intramuscular (injected into a muscle). I'm not sure about the Novarel.

Rambaldi has never truly been a destructive animal. He's chewed a couple of things, true, (like the little button on top of my husband's Red Sox cap and half a button off my husband's polo shirt and the cord of the trimmer charging majigger), but overall, he's not been bad at all.

He has a crate like this that we use at home and occasionally when traveling for long periods. There is often clothing on top of it (nothing unusual for me), and that's been true ever since we got the crate right after his neutering at about 8 months old (he's 2 now).

Sunday we got home from church to find that he had pulled nearly all the clothes through the top of the crate and started chewing. He destroyed my husband's new jeans (purchased at the Gap Outlet in KY and never worn or washed), his new shirt (ditto), and my comfy pants (often worn walking when the mornings are chilly). In addition, he'd slit my walking shorts (used only for walking him).

I had to send him outside for a good 15-20 minutes to keep from yelling at him, I was so upset. I even cried a bit. We don't have a lot of $$ for clothing right now, so especially the purchases at the Gap Outlet were important. My husband needs nicer clothing like that (they weren't incredible, but they were definitely stylish and the best jeans he owned) because he must project a professional image. Grrr. The rest of the day, I wouldn't let Rambaldi on me or really near me. I just kept telling him, "We're not friends." Yes, I know he didn't understand, but I needed my space! Plus, my husband was here to keep him company.

We had to throw out the jeans and comfy pants. We'll probably have to cut off the sleeves of the shirt so my husband can wear it for doing yardwork or something; that one wasn't such a loss, since it cost $0.99. It's the principle! I can still wear my walking shorts, as the slit isn't too noticeable and I wear them only for walking Rambaldi. Still. Grr.

How could such a cute little doggie do so much damage??? And why, after all this time, did he finally snap and destroy clothing? The mysteries of a dog's mind....

I get to go to the GYN today...here's hoping I don't break down while there. She probably can't do anything to help, since I seem to be in RE territory permanently now. Then next week I go to the RE to discuss injectables. Whee! I'm just an expensive person to have around, what with my dental appliance and all.

Yeah, it's not as cool as it sounds. I went to the dentist today, and for the first time, someone took my jaw clicking seriously! The dentist is quite concerned, especially since he couldn't see a good reason for it. I haven't had any head trauma, AFAIK, and I know it's been going on as long as I can remember. I can even remember trouble with it in high school, and I graduated 10 years ago! Anyway, he took an impression (I didn't gag ) and he's making two different appliances to see which one helps me more. He said that if I don't do something about it now, I could well end up needing physical therapy in 10 years. We don't exactly have a lot of money right now, but it makes sense to get this so I can have some relief AND avoid costly therapy.

I'm an introvert. That doesn't mean that I'm shy; it does mean that I need alone time. I apparently need a lot of it, since I'm so content being at home all the time!

Our two weeks of traveling have taken their toll on me. I can just barely stand the idea of seeing anyone right now (aside from my dear husband, of course). I couldn't even go to small group last night (not to mention I'd completely forgotten about it until my husband called from work to ask what time it started).

There were three other people (beside us) in KY, three others in OH, two others at our college friends' (the baby went to bed), and three more when we met up for ice cream. Then there were my four family members in WV. And the weekend before, we'd been in Virginia Beach, where we stayed with five people and saw essentially our whole church there.

You might say I need a vacation. Nah, I just need me time. 

Once my temp drops the rest of the way, that'll be the death knell for Clomid cycle #3. I have one more refill, but a large part of me wants to just drop it and wait for injectables. Clomid doesn't seem to help me, really. I may ovulate, but it's not earlier than on metformin (for PCOS) alone and it's certainly not stronger, as evidenced by my temperatures. I hate that a standard med like Clomid doesn't do much of anything for me. In some ways, I'm looking forward to trying injectables b/c I think they might actually do something. In other ways, I know that this treatment course is so much more expensive and time-consuming. The costs go up b/c the drugs are pretty dang costly (that's not the only drug on the market, but it gives you some idea of how outrageous the prices are) and monitoring (regular ultrasounds and bloodwork to see how the ovaries are responding to the stimulation) isn't free...something like $300 per u/s. In addition, we have the added difficulty of transportation; we have only one car, which my husband needs to travel to his court dates. Not only is he not always available to take me to appointments, but the car isn't always available. Bah.

It looks like we'll be in yet another situation of needing to ask for help, at least for transportation. All we can do is pray that I respond appropriately so that we wouldn't need more than a normal three u/s in a given cycle (yep, that's $900 right there!!). 

We really don't do much traveling, honestly, but April & May this year are just chock full of little trips. Let's see...in April we visited North Carolina and Williamsburg. In May, we are visiting Hampton Roads, Kentucky, Ohio, and West Virginia.

We went to NC to hang out with my oldest bro & his family and visit his church. We visited Williamsburg as a little romantic getaway (which wasn't, thank you very much, AF) for free b/c we listed to a spiel on timeshares. Our trip to Hampton Roads was b/c my husband had a court date on a Monday (and originally also one on the preceding Friday), so we took the opportunity to visit our friends & church there. It was like coming home, as true as that can be while staying in someone else's home! Our Kentucky-Ohio-WV trip is based on my BIL's college graduation, and then we're heading to see some friends and then hitting my parents' place on our way back home.

My husband had to use his vacation or lose it, so that's why we're doing all this traveling at once, right at the end of his first year of practicing law. I do wish he would take more days off as the year passes, but he's such a good provider to be so focused on doing his job well. I know I'd be taking all the vacation days I could...that's exactly what I did while working!