Well, I have given in to letting Dave "practice" giving me my Lupron shots. I don't like this at all, but I'm resigned to the fact that he is going to have to give me many of those big shots in a couple of weeks, so I want him to get comfortable with jabbing me. He's doing fine, but this is a tiny needle and easy to give. I'm still completely freaking out with the shots that will start on September 13th. I was able to get a friend of mine to give me the shots when Dave is not here. Hopefully, the plan will be that I stop at her house each morning on the way to school. If it turns out that I'm pregnant (which I am becoming less and less hopeful about the closer we get to the transfer), I'm thinking that my "diagnosis" of infertility will change and I might be able to get the insurance company to send a visiting nurse. We'll see.
The doctor never called Dave back about a written contract. We're really, really displeased with Strong. Our last fertility doctor was so accomodating and always available. Strong is a factory.....and we are on an assembly line. They don't even fake that we mean anything to them. It's a really crappy feeling. Sooooo......Dave ended up calling them today and giving them his credit card sans contract. I hope we don't get screwed.
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