29 October – Start taking birth control pill
20 November – Last birth control pill
24 November – AF due
26 November – Start Progynova 3 times daily10 December – Start Clexane, fly to Bangkok
12 December – Thai doctor appointment
13 December – Donor egg collection / sperm retrieval
18 December – Embryo transfer / train to Hua Hin
23 December – Fly to Melbourne
28 December – Pregnancy test, queue celebration!
It is nice to have it all worked out nicely – there are plenty of things that I need to get done this week, so I am going to write a list:
· Book flights to Thailand
· JourneyMan find passport (grrf, he still hasn’t found it)
· Book in to see Melbourne Fertility Specialist to get prescriptions for Progynova, Crinone
· Call for blood test results (did I tell you that I had about 7 vials of blood drawn for tests last week?!?!?)
· Book in at Post Office for Passport renewal
On a personal note, it has been a roller coaster of a weekend. JourneyMan has been sick, he has had a cold and has been coughing so much he can hardly breathe, the poor thing. He has been banned from going to work tomorrow so that he can rest and get better.
Last night I went to the football (Note: Following Australian rules football is like a religion in Melbourne, I follow a team hated by anyone else who doesn’t follow them – or ‘barrack’ for them – as we say) – it was a crazy close match but we were jubilant to have won to the Preliminary final next week. The sad part is that my Dad has hydrocephalus – ‘water on the brain’. He has been deteriorating over the past years and it has been getting harder and harder to deal with. I have always been a Daddy’s girl and since I was very young, I went to the footy with him every week, unfortunately, he now is having great difficulty in going because he cannot walk any distances. The worst part about it is that he seems to be in denial over the condition and is becoming more and more argumentative and aggressive with everyone around him. I am finding him quite hard to relate to because he is very much stuck in a victim, blaming everyone mood (a small example of this was when I asked him if he had gotten a present or even a card for my Mum for her birthday, he said ‘you were supposed to ring me and tell me what to get’). Anyway, he didn’t come to the footy last night mainly because he was supposed to be in the hospital having a knee reconstruction last Monday but it was cancelled because his temperature had gone up a couple of degrees so we didn’t get him a ticket. Anyway, to cut a very, very long story short – I realised tonight that he is now almost unrecognisable as my Dad anymore which is upsetting beyond belief. I knew it was happening, it has just been happening so gradually over time that it has snuck up on me.
So, that is what I am contemplating at the moment, the Dad that I miss, I can’t remember even the last time that I caught a glimpse of the man that I grew up with. I miss him.