Estrogen nonsense

I am wrapping up the estrogen priming phase of My Last Cycle with My Eggs.

I head into the RE tomorrow to see where the hell AF got lost.  She should have been here by now.  Probably not an issue, but it is an opportunity to drop $350 for unplanned additional vag cam work.

I have been wearing an estrogen patch for 11 days straight.  It looks nasty, but that thing is fused to me like second skin.  I always used to fret about my patches, worried the water would leak in them and render them less powerful.  I was careful to time the *new* patches right after a shower where I needed extra time (shaving, shampoo/condition, more shaving for the u/s tech).

Pointless worry.  This thing isn't coming off the remainder of this calendar year.

Probably no one else worried about them but me, but just in case, a word to the worried:  Estrogen patches are the new IVF tattoo.  They might get a little ragged around the edges, but they aren't going anywhere until you intervene.

We went to Oak Park today to check out Frank Lloyd Wright homes.  I didn't get to tour the house as I was on baby duty.  I asked Mr. Rocco what the deal was with all the pelicans on the outside of one of them.

They weren't pelicans.  They were fertility symbols.  Storks.

Holy cow.