My RE has changed the medication schedule for FET this round. It is not specific for me, but for all of The Infertile at Large Fertility Operation. I like change, change is good. I needed to scare up some Estrace/Estradiol and do an inventory on estrogen patches.
I had a moment all by myself up in the hallway just now. Toddlerina was in bed, Rocco is working late, and the dogs were somewhere being quiet. I want to call someone and tell her thank you. I want to see how she is doing and check how things are moving on her end. The problem is that I don't know where to find her. Worse yet, I don't have her blog.
My definition of friendship has been turned on its ear. I thought I knew what it meant, but it has been radically redefined by starting this blog.
A couple of months ago I got an email followed by a big box of unused medicine. Our email exchanges were very brief. I was deep in a funk and she was having PC problems. I think I got her blog but it was password protected. I asked to get in, but never got a response.
She stuck a fancy chocolate bar in with the meds she sent. She gave me a link to her IRL. You know. So I could see she was not a freak. She was safe to accept meds, though we had never met.
I was rooting through the box and I came across a sharps container. It was filled with unused needles and something else. I pulled it out and saw it was a EPT.
My eyes filled with tears for her. Why doesn't she want this? Maybe she doesn't need this? I know they come in 3 packs... where are the other two? Is she pregnant? Did she retire?
Why did she take all the time to reach out to me, wait for my responses, pack it, add a note and a chocolate bar, then ship it?
I don't know who all comes here to read. If you don't have a blog, start one tonight. Tell me it is there. I would love to come to your house. Others will come. They are in the same shit ship as we are and they make this passage so much easier.