Thursday, July 24, 2008

Holiday

I started infertility treatments eight months ago. In the time that has passed since, I have: taken pills that didn't help me ovulate but did help me become a raving lunatic bitch; injected myself every night for weeks at a time; snuck out of a dinner on a Saturday night to give myself an HCG shot in my car like a desperate drug addict; nearly passed out twice at the shock of getting my period early; experienced the return of teenager-worthy acne thanks to PCOS; gotten intimate with the ultrasound wand too many times to count; had even more blood draws, several of which took many tries thanks to my thin veins and at least one inept medical assistant; nearly had my cycle canceled unnecessarily; found a new doctor (see previous item); and cried too many tears for one person.

The sum total of this? I. Need. A. Vacation. Seriously.

So, I'm taking one. On Sunday, my husband and I are headed for the first weeklong summer vacation we've had in forever. And it couldn't come at a better time. I hope I come back all rested up and ready for more of the above. Because the saga continues in a couple of weeks.

5 comments:

kirke said...

Enjoy your vacation! I hope it involves pina coladas and sun...

rescogitatae said...

Have fun! :D

patricia dolan said...

I'll be thinking of you!

Arian said...

Have fun! Don't be surprised if you find an extra suitcase or two walking behind you and your luggage! We are only gonna hitch a ride!

eggdance said...

I hope you have an amazing vacation that is full of drinks and rest and relaxation and not full of blood draws, tests, and the infamous dildo cam!