I talked to a very lovely nurse at the clinic who gave me my marching orders. Amid a flurry of dates and calculations I was suddenly overwhelmed with information. She very kindly assured me that I had plenty of time yet and that she would send it all to me in the mail. A few days after I talked with her, a big envelope arrived in the mail. In it were 5 things: my checklist of things my husband and I need to get done with my dates listed, my bound packet with my particular protocol helpfullly highlighted and flagged, our two consent forms (one for the IVF cycle itself, and one for the freezing of any extra embryos we may have), and my first script for the birth control I need to take for 3 or 4 weeks.
|The consent forms|
|My marching orders and checklist|
It was now as official as it could get -- I am an IVF patient once again, complete with a serious case of the jitters (or anticipation anxiety; I'm not entirely sure). What I do know is that in about 3 months, I will be once again traveling down this road. One that I never wanted to travel down in the first place but one that has become very familiar.