It’s what I’m going to tell myself a lot during this next season.
Keep moving forward.
It’s what I’m going to try and remember when the days seem overwhelming.
Right now I’m focusing on one week.
One week where I stop taking one medication. One week where I begin a new Bible study and fill in those to-come days in the calendar. One week where I have a family lunch planned. One week where the Mr. and I would like to start a workout routine together. One week where I get back to my coffee and craft group routine. One week where I’ll add four new drugs to my daily. One week where I’ll add a bunch of reminders in my phone to alert me when is time to take those drugs. One week where I’ll remember what it is to give yourself shots in the belly. One week where I’ll also do laundry, cook dinner, wash dishes, snuggle puppies, and a million other mundane things. One week lots of other couples have gone through and come out the other side, we can too.
Here’s a peek at what this month’s IVF calendar looks like:
There’s just one week between me and the next doctor appointment. That doctor appointment is a bright shiny goal to reach. It’ll be the check-in time to be sure I’m doing all the things correctly. It’ll be the first notion as to how my body is dealing with all these new drugs. It’ll be our chance to see if the follicle-stimulating, egg-growing, drugs are doing their thing.
Then it’ll be just one more week of growing and we’ll be ready for the next step. It feels like a snap of the fingers and a mile away all at once.
Here’s what my next two weeks look like from the pharmacy:
That’s not all the drugs, that’s just to get me to egg retrieval day; two weeks-ish from today.
I just have to keep moving forward through these days. One at a time I’ll mark them off the calendar. Even the crazy busy, stressful, days come to an end and get marked off. They all get us one day closer.
It feels fitting that the weather is changing as we start this next step. Although, I admit, I still feel that– I thought we’d be done by now! frustration. And, I often think: OK, by Thanksgiving this could be over. By Christmas we’ll know. We might have so much to celebrate come New Years. Oh, please God, I hope so.