I’m about mid-way through our first round of IVF, and am surprisingly less emotional than I was expecting I would be.
That’s not to say I’m not periodically a raving lunatic. The first few days of injections resulted in hot flashes, random outbursts of sobbing, and the occasional bout of rage.
Like the other night when I made some pizza for dinner. The crust wasn’t rolling out like it should, which resulted in me beating it with a rolling pin. I just told my mom that story, and clearly she expects the worst from me.
Me: I ended up beating it with a rolling pin.
Mom: OH MY GOD, you hit him with a rolling pin?!
Me: What? Yes, with a rolling pin.
Mom: Was he hurt?
Me: What are you talking about? I hit the pizza with a rolling pin.
Mom: Ooohhh, I thought you beat Mike.
No, I didn’t. It’s not that bad.
But (shield your eyes, gentlemen) my ovaries are growing exponentially. Like, I can feel them. Constantly. Bending over is sort of out of the question.
Oh, and I just found out one of the drugs I’m taking? Is made from the urine of post menopausal women.
That’s… interesting. I decided to stop googling things after that.