Being a military spouse has its privellages. For one, we don't pay anything for medications if we get them from the base pharmacy and since we spent the past four years living overseas, we rarely had a reason to go off base to a pharmacy for medications. So, I became very accustomed to walking up to the pharmacy window, showing my ID, picking up my little brown bag and leaving. No payment required. Since our IVF meds usually come in the mail, I haven't really had an occasion to pick up any medications from a civilian pharmacy in a while. So, today, after my ultrasound appointment, I went over to a special compounding pharmacy to pick up a prescription that my doctor had called in. The pharmacist came over to explain the shots to me -- dear Lord it's a big needle -- and when she was done, I took the bag, said thank you and walked out the door. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Without paying! They had to chase me down. Sad but true. Oh the brain of a poor infertile woman. It just doesn't work right sometimes!
Anyway, $67 later, I'm all set to start this frozen cycle. Nurse Cindy said everything was clear, my ovaries looked good, no cysts or anything. Today we begin Lupron injections.
Oh and I found out late last week that my husband will be going to a three-week long class in Texas at the end of the month, leaving a few days after our transfer. Not sure how I'll manage those progesterone shots without him? Have any of you self-injected those? Seems like it would be difficult. Anyway, the worst part is that he won't be here for the beta results (or his birthday or the day they announce whether he made his next rank). Hopefully, it will be all good news for us and we'll have plenty to celebrate when he gets home.