Well, away we go, I start Lupron injections on Sunday night. Then about a month from then, I have a tentative transfer scheduled for May 2nd.
My next few weeks will be all about hiding. Hiding needles and their hazardous disposal container from my parents and the Nibble when I'm with her in NYC on spring break. Hiding the needles once again from my co-workers when I have to fly to upstate NY so the 15 of us can live in a cabin together for a research staff "retreat." I don't even wanna do trust falls with these people, nice as they are.
Then there's the zumba classes I'll no longer be allowed to teach after transfer, doctor's orders, that will require some sort of lie.
Then there's the girl's weekend getaway with some of my oldest friends that I may skip out on. I will either be not pregnant and sad, miscarrying and sad, or roughly nine weeks pregnant and an anxious wreck. And in that third case, I will also be hiding self-administered PIO shots and coming up with creative reasons why I'm not drinking/getting a massage/doing all the things that girls on girls' weekends do. While it could be pleasant and fun, it could also be stressful as all fuck.
Gah. I know millions of women have survived IVF but all of my old anxieties are flooding back.