Phoenix is in the Fridge!

Good new for Clan Donovan!  Our fertility medication arrived this morning.  I even got my very own BD Sharps Collector (that's those red containers with the big orange bio hazard sticker nurses use to dispose used syringes) and some alcohol swabs!  The medication is already in the refrigerator, safely wedged between the pickles and pimento cheese spread.

Also, we mailed our hefty IVF payment earlier this week.  We are ready to rock n' roll with this little/big scientific experiment.  Now it's time for a weekend of fun and relaxation.  Apparently it's forecast to rain the whole weekend.  I believe Dave's comment to this bit of suspicious news was 'I didn't order that for my birthday' (he's been ordering golf items on eBay for a few weeks now--all in the name of his birthday).

Phoenix Accepts Relocation Package

We got a call on Sunday from Freedom Fertility Pharmacy (I know, we were also surprised they work on Sunday).  On a whim I asked them earlier last week to run our fertility medications through insurance since our prescription drug insurance is carried by a different company than our medical insurance (which does not cover fertility treatment).  Apparently this company will cover our fertility medication!  There is just one small hitch, the complete order has to be transferred to a different pharmacy, approved, verified and shipped tomorrow for Wednesday delivery to our Casa.  

Why Wednesday delivery you might ask?  It's Birthday Week for Clan Donovan and we are spending the last half at the beach (yes, we know we were just there. . . its cheap and easy).  Dave turns the big 4-0 on Thursday and I turn a respectable 30-something on Sunday.  Dave's family is driving down from 'the North' to meet us at the beach for the celebration.  

So between a history mid-term and education paper deadline, I spent the day placing various calls to the new pharmacy and my doctor's office--all done in an effort to ensure the transfer went quickly and smoothly.  Hopefully, I'll get the 'package' on Wednesday!

P.S.  

In other news, I spent the weekend with my Grandma.  Surprisingly folks, she reads this 'blob' regularly and would like everyone to know she is not committed to voting for Palin.  She is officially undecided (I recommended she write herself into the ballot if she couldn't make a decision.  You know, just to exercise her voting rights).  She also wanted me to tell everyone I am a wonderful granddaughter.  

No One Leaves Empty Handed

Dave and I went to injection training class today.  They gave us a gift bag (we're still trying to figure out why).  All it contained was our injection paperwork; a folder would have been more practical. 

Starting on Oct. 13th I get injections of various hormones mostly in the morning and/or evening.  Today taught both Dave and I how to give those injections safely.  We'll also receive a detailed medication protocol sheet complete with dates/times for each injection.  

The big scary injections are the intramuscular ones that I'll have to take after egg retrieval.  Dave administers those into my backside, the needles are longer and bigger.  We were told to practice on a grapefruit or an orange (apparently they have a similar feel as my backside. . .).  

Phoenix is in transit

We got a call this morning from Freedom Fertility Pharmacies (love the name). Apparently they are a large mail-order pharmacy specializing in fertility medications. Our clinic uses them and called in our IVF medication.

The lady on the phone was very nice and patient (I was somewhat asleep when she called). She wanted to schedule a delivery day and time for our medication. Delivery requires a signature and some of the medication needs to be refrigerated immediately.

We had to make the medication payment over the phone, grand total was $2165.03 (we had estimated $3K). We were also given an expected delivery time of anywhere between 8am - 2pm (I got confused for a second, thought I was talking to the cable company) .

On Friday we'll make our big $11K payment to the clinic for the IVF procedure. I thought these payments would depress me; but apparently they've triggered my spending gland. I'm now in the mood to go spend more money (I want decorative pillows for my couches, a handheld vacuum cleaner, IKEA bookcases, new fall sweaters and long sleeve t-shirts, new floor lamps. . . ).