|That looks like a double negative to me.|
On the good side of things (if there is such a thing this month) I was able to get a progesterone Rx extension to carry me through the next week to my beta test rescheduled to Friday, March 4th to accommodate my travel. The nurse I spoke with, H, initially misunderstood the prescription. She thought I had gotten endometrin from the clinic pharmacy. But since my RE appointment was after the pharmacy closed we had to go with a regular Rx for progesterone. The endometrin is also given out for 21 days vs. 14 for the progesterone. And once you get to your beta they stop you. Once we got all of that settled the prescription was phoned in to my pharmacy. I expected a tiny bottle with 6 pills in it. Nope. The guy pulled out this massive bag with a box. I thought he'd grabbed the wrong prescription but it was my name and address. Somehow they'd given me a Rx for a full 21-day supply of endometrin.
|Is it really effervescent or is that an advertising ploy?|
The other good thing is nurse H. She was the nurse I dealt with when she gave me instructions ahead of my first IUI cycle. I like her the best out of all the nurses I've dealt with so far followed quite closely by nurse A who did my 2nd IUI. When I spoke to nurse H about the prescription extension on Friday I told her that all of this was likely going to be moot anyway. I wasn't going to need the beta either. She became very concerned, you could tell by the way she said "why do you think that?". I didn't tell her it was because at 12 dpo I'd already seen 3 very negative tests, not even a faint line on the non-digis. All I told her was that I just felt it wouldn't be needed. You could feel the compassion in her voice when she replied, "Ah, you just have a feeling." More than a feeling, but yes, this cycle is a bust. I like nurse H.
And you want to know the best part about this week? I now have another niece to add to the list of the ever expanding family. And I found out she was born on the day I got my slew of BFNs. Of course! I will never be able to look at little Rebekka, a picture of her, think about her, or go shopping for a birthday present for her without thinking about my BFFN, my big fat f'in negative this month. How nice is that?
Can we just get on with March, please? And AF? You'd better well cooperate!