I finally turned in the rest of my IVF drugs to my local pharmacy yesterday. It ended up being a two-day process, since the pharmacist could only take the estrogen and none of the progesterone. He also couldn't take any of my sharps unless I bought a container from him, which ended up being fine because I needed to load all of my clean needles into it too. (Of course, now that I'm thinking about it, it might not have been a bad thing to save myself a little money and keep my clean needles. Oh well.) So I shoved all my needles into the new container and took it back the next day. It feels good not to have that paper bag anymore.
I've been keeping myself distracted. I bought a ukulele and am noodling with it. Work is ramping up and will continue until our annual conference, for which I'll be flying across the country in March. Overall I feel good. Except for one weird quirk I apparently picked up (or continued, really, from the Year of Trying Naturally): around ovulation, I get really panicky. I haven't started back up with the FAM temping because logically I know it's not worth it, but when I'm fertile I feel like we need to TRY RIGHT NOW and then TRY AGAIN TOMORROW TOO. Of course it's never good timing, which makes the panic a little worse. I can't wait for my emotions to catch up with my brain.
Looked at various adoption websites in my spare time, too. Just don't feel like I'm ready for that step quite yet. I still have some IVF fight left in me.