Want to hear something ironic?
In our last two cycles, I kept all the drugs on the kitchen counter and shot up right there most nights and in the master bath in the mornings (during the stim days). It was out there, in the middle of everything, a constant reminder of what is always on my mind anyway.
This cycle I decided to try something different. I was tired of the clutter in the kitchen and the master bath and thought I'd make better use of the empty rooms upstairs that are perfect for our future children. We bought this house with the thought of these children in mind. The two rooms are a mockery of our naive absolute belief in how quickly this would happen. They share a Jack and Jill bathroom (each with their own separate sink area). I dumped out by box o'drugs on one of the counters last night and organized everything.
I left the most immediate supplies on the counter top (Lu.pron vials, needles, gauze pads, alcohol wipes, band aids, Sharps container, and print out of calendar) and hid everything else away in the drawers in order of expected timing of use. The next round of drugs (viv.elle patches and baby aspirin) are in the top drawer, followed closely by the next round (PIO and needles for mixing plus shooting, prog suppositories, medrol, tetracycline) in the drawer below. The bottom drawer holds the relics of this journey that were familiar friends so long ago (OPK's, fertility monitor and pee sticks).
Yes. I am completely anal.
I somehow feel better that it is all hidden away, but within easy reach, so all I have to deal with on a daily basis is what is on the counter. Much more manageable.
And it seems fitting that I will be doing the only thing that is in my control (administering my medication) in the very room our kids will share one day.
And by the way, in case you were wondering, if the suspense was killing you...yes, I did take that first shot last night. And the second one tonight. We're on our way.
21 hours ago