Avocado toast, blood draw, and texts from my sister: Nonsense, more nonsense, and a tender mercy in a moment of terror.
Last night Spencer administer the Menopur injection in my stomach. I cried like a baby for 15 minutes before he finally stuck me with it. I think I may have him continue to do it as we move forward because he will need the practice for when the progesterone begins. I cannot do that one to myself.
When I wake in the morning I have this new breakfast routine. I first feed the kittens. My personal alarm clocks. Then I toast up some bread and slather avocado with a pinch of sea salt. Carbs and fats in the morning are delicious, oh and don’t forget the side of orange juice. Got to get some sugar pumping through these veins.
Then before I knew it, I’m ready and off to the infertility appointment. I realized Spencer is better off not attending all of the pop-the-hood check-ups. I also realize I am incredibly hormonal and bruise like a Georgia peach because I still was blue from last weeks appointment.
This clarity arriving in my mind while waiting in the waiting room. I was trying not to dwell on the apparent fact that there is another “Lindsey" with the exact same cycle date and apparently only a few minutes between my appointments. This is terrifying to me because I read the book called, Inconceivable, which details the horrific outcome of a neglectful fertility clinic that implants the wrong embryos to an unsuspecting couple. My heart jumps to my throat, because I just can’t shack that feeling that human error occurs.
Suddenly my phone buzzes. "I read through your blog last night, it’s so beautiful and powerful. You’re such a great writer :) I basically sobbed through the whole thing, haha I’m such a wimp. I’m sorry you have to go through those shots :( it sounds so terrifying, but you’ve always been strong life that and braver than me haha ;) I hope everything foes well at you doctors appointment, I wish I could be there and go with you! Have a great day Lindsey! I love you!!!” Text from my lil sis, Kimmie. She is the only person I told about this little blog project and probably the only reader. Thank you sweet girl!
Let's all pray that my eggs get matched with Spencer's sperm and that I get implanted with the Turner embryos.
