Ladies and Germs: May I present to you, Le Box De La Drugs.
I expected to pay ~$5,000 for this little pharma care package, but due to some strange cosmic mix-up resulting from KB's employer changing prescription drug coverage providers, I paid just under $2,000. What. I KNOW. Now we can afford to do at least 12 more cycles of IVF. Bring it. (Hey, Universe! Kidding, kidding! Just one cycle, pretty please and thank you I love you you look pretty today.)
I also discovered a new drug in the mix, some sort of super fun vag suppository. Without reading the label or bothering to google, I called the nurse to say, "Look, I'm already gonna get stabbed in the ass with PIO, I don't need to cram these up my crotchal region, too." But apparently reading is fundamental, because these are antibacterial/antifungal suppositories for use prior to transfer. I guess my RE thinks my vag is a skankswamp of whore-disease or something. Or it's just a new part of the protocol. (Jackson got my au natural vag for transfer, and now the new proto-baby will get transferred into my perfectly sanitary vag. So don't believe that second kids get short-changed on everything.) All I care about is that the order included the customary Vitamin V (vicodin) for post-retrieval and my solitary valium for pre-transfer. Oh, and the clinic now recommends mixing up all the injectables into one syringe to minimize the number of pokes. Huzzah.