You gotta laughI've started sniffing. It's a 3 times a day inhaler that's designed to put me into menopause over the next week and a half. The idea is that my body stops all egg production of its own accord, so that I start with a clean sheet for stimulation. That way, when I start the stimulation injections, all eggs will start to be produced at the same rate and hopefully will be ready for egg collection at the same time. But that's another day's work - I just sniff for now, so I don't even have to contemplate what to do with the 200 or so syringes I found in my big box of tricks last week.
We had good fun with the syringes. I pulled out about 40 needles, DH gasped, I found another 60, then another 20 and we started to giggle. Oh how we laughed by the time we'd emptied the box; what an adventure this is going to be.
It reminds me of the time a couple of weeks ago when I turned to DH and said "but do you think couples with 3 children and loads of money are any happier than us?". At least we can still laugh.