The last couple of weeks I’ve been planning for a positive outcome for my fertility treatments (more on that in a moment)…but I’ve also been planning for events, should the treatments work, I’ll need to cancel or reevaluate.
Why am I doing this? Because I’ve put my life on hold several times in the past couple of years either because I became pregnant or we were in the process of trying.
My husband and I have plans to return to Walt Disney World in the fall for The Food And Wine Festival at EPCOT. We had an amazing time last year and when (if) we go this year, I’m sure it’ll be just as great.
I’ve put my deposit down on the hotel. I’ve begun planning what parks I want to go to on what days, where I want to dine and when (even though we can’t make reservations until 180 day out!). Which day we want to go back to Universal to see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter expansion. I even know which is our quiet pool day. Doing this keeps me calm. This is how I compartmentalize.
I’m seriously looking forward to it, but I totally hope we don’t go.
TMI for those who don’t what to read about girly issues….
Now, for anyone who may be going through this, this is what is happening so far…
We are beginning daily, multiple injections shortly after my cycle begins. (for the very first time, in the last 3 years I am praying for my period to come! Weird!)
In the mean time, I’ve applied, and been approved for Family Medical Leave because I will erratically have to see my doctor and I can’t pre-plan around those appointments with my job. I’ll often only know a day or 2 in advance when I’ll need to be seen. My employer has been incredible. I’ve asked for concessions regarding being able to receive some of my injections while on the job (because I can’t self administer all of them), rather than calling out, leaving early or coming in late and they are being incredibly flexible. I really do feel like I work for the best company in the world.
So hopefully, in the next couple of days, I get to start being stabbed with small metal spikes in both my stomach and ass, frequently, so that I won’t be able to imbibe in alcohol, caffeine or sushi (and so many other things) for more than a year and be tied down to a needy crying, pooping, little human for 18 (or more) years. Oh, and have to call Disney and let them know that I need to cancel my plans for Food and Wine, because life got in the way.
Sounds like paradise.