smudgedy smudge

Today is the last day of my birth control pills...and I've spotted near continuously for the last fourteen or so days. (As Coloratura would say, if you're just tuning in, this IS an IVF blog, so reader beware!) It's never turned to a bright red sort of spotting, but has lingered in that disgusting smudge state, or should I say, sludge. I think that traditional chinese medicine would say that this sort of blood color is old blood...not a good thing. Dr. Moustache's office seems unconcerned about this at all. Modern medicine would say that this is lining. I'm disgusted at any rate. I wish it would turn into a flow, or something more definitive.

This prolonged thing with this spotting is raising the concern bar higher and higher in my head. I wish there was a data set out there that I could ping and ask the question, "How many women who get pregnant via IVF experienced quite a bit of spotting before their baseline U/S?" Researchers have looked at just about everything under the sun in terms of what works. From seasonality studies, to whether caffeine, alcohol, to whether licking the asses of endangered South American tree frogs might alter ones chance of success. So why not a study looking at symptoms experienced during the medication/stimulation portion of an IVF cycle? Why not, indeed.

Okay, so enough about my investment in panty liners and stain remover, I'm off to file my extension. I don't know why the IRS has us pay taxes in April. It's spring for chrissake! April is always so incredibly busy for me, and with this IVF cycle, I am not even going to stress myself out trying to navigate through last year's receipt pile. Not a chance. Maybe by August I'll be ready to comtemplate taxes and the huge assed check I'm going to have to cut them. Maybe.

How are your taxes coming along?