I think a great many of the spam subject headings are funny, but this one was too good to keep to myself! (hint: it's the one that called me a jew!)
Later days...
That is the number of days I have to wait before I can take a [pee on a stick] pregnancy test... And then I have the "official" [blood] test seven days after that... With the way that time has been flying, that should be no big deal... So, why is it that I have the feeling these will be two of the slowest weeks of my life?!? Later days...
How the hell is next week June already? Although I remember a time when I made fun of adults for saying that time goes by faster and faster as you get older and older, I think I may have to agree... I find myself thinking about things as if they just happened and then going, "Oh wait! That was five years ago?!?" As in, the last time I went camping was five years ago?!? How the hell has so much time passed without seeming so long? Then again, my freakin' kid is going to start kindergarten in a little over a year... I guess I just have to get used to the fact that I'm "getting old" [as Clark would say]... Later days...
So, we went to clinic this morning, and my ultrasound and blood work were (thankfully) uneventful, although I saw another poor woman taken out on a stretcher because she passed out or something... (That whole HIPAA thing kinda keeps them from letting us all know what happened even though we watched her being wheeled out)... After all of my tests were done, they had us go in and speak with "our" nurse (since we have one nurse who is assigned to walk us through our treatment)... NurseLady told us that we were perfectly on course for the IUI this Wednesday, and made sure I knew how to deliver my hCG shot, since I would have to do that between 6:30 and 7pm tonight... She then sent us out to make our appointments for Wednesday... She said that it was very unlikely, but that I may receive a call, before 5:30pm, with different instructions... If I didn't receive the call, just go ahead with the Wednesday plan... If I did receive a call, go with the directions she gave me over the phone or via voicemail... Well... A little while ago, I realized that I did not know where my phone was and set out to find it... I brought Clark's phone with me and walked around trying to hear it ring... I remembered turning off the ringer, for the clinic appointment, though, and was pretty sure I may not have turned it back on since then... A little more than irritated with myself, I tried retracing my steps to the last place I had seen it... Well, I located my cell in the trunk (it must have fallen out of my bag when we went to the parade), and there were messages on it... One was a call I missed last night, but one was NurseLady! She said [I am paraphrasing here] "You DO NOT need to use the trigger injection! You have already triggered on your own, and you need to come in for IUI tomorrow!" OMG! That is such amazing news!!! I am very excited, and (of course) a little nervous... Everything up to this point was an "every few days" kind of thing... Now, I will have to wait something like 12-14 days before I know whether it "took"... Fingers crossed, prayers prayed, and all that good stuff... [All positive vibes are welcomed!] Later days...
Boogie has a habit of saying some really funny things, but there were a
couple of especially good ones the other day... On the way in to daycare/work,
for example, we were talking about going to see the new Night at the
Museum movie this weekend... When Boogie asked if we could buy
popcorn for the movie, I said I was not sure we would... He asked if
it was because not all of the movies have popcorn available... I told
him that popcorn is available for all movies, but that the popcorn is
really expensive... When I told him that the popcorn last time cost
something like $6 -- and emphasized that that is "a lot of dollars" to
spend on something like popcorn -- he asked whether we had that many dollars... I
said that we did, but that we would like to spend our dollars on better
and more important things... To that, he replied, "Well, we could just go
to the dollar store to get more dollars!" Totally blew my mind with that one... Only in the mind of a
child! And then, the same day, on our way home, he came out with a real
humdinger... Out of nowhere, and completely unprovoked, he asked
Clark and I, "You know those guys who are all like 'brains, brains' and eat brains? Zombies? Well, since Zombies east brains all the time, does that mean they have lots of brains and they're smart?" Wow, dude! Not only is my four year old interested in zombies, which I find rather unusual, but he is actually trying to figure out their anatomy and modus operandi! Teeheehee... Don't worry, by the way, about the fact that he knows what zombies are... It's not because we let him watch scary zombie movies or anything... It's because Clark plays a "zombie game" with Boogie where he tickles Boogie and pretends to eat his brains... Although... Upon reflection (after having written that), I am not sure if that is much better... Which would be more disturbing -- seeing the movies or having your dad pretend to eat your brains?!? Later days...
Well, Clark and I have officially sat through our fertility class now, so we can no longer use the argument that we "don't know how" to get me knocked up... Wonder if my ovary got the memo? The best news for Clark, I am sure he will agree, is that the nurse told us to do "all injections" in the belly -- so I am capable of delivering my own injection... Yay! Doctor-sanctioned self-mutilation!!! Umm... What else? Oh! I got a letter from my regular OB/GYN's office as a follow-up to my post-operative ultrasound... She said that my right ovary was "unremarkable"... I don't know whether to cheer or to be offended! (teeheehee)... After I got such a rough start at "clinic" this morning -- where the nurse could not find my vein, almost made me pass out, and had to settle for stabbing me in the hand -- I was not sure that the day would end on a happy note... Despite the fact that all of my fertiliity treatment scheduling is running circles around my mind like a hamster on crack, I think I am doing ok... I kinda felt like crying a couple of times (due to being all overwhelmed and such), I have made it through all the "tough stuff" today... Now, I just have to go and vote on the school budget/school board, go to the Dungeon Master's for dinner (and to pick up a few plants we're transplanting from his yard to ours!), and get the boy to bed at a reasonable hour... I am pretty sure I can pass this test with flying colors! Later days...
I offer free booze, and no one shows up?!? Not even the people who said they would? I mean, maybe they are just coming later... But how damn late do they think I stay up? I am lame, people!!!! Later days...
So, Clark and I had our introductory appointment at the reproductive endocrinologist today... We both had to fill out more paperwork and give blood samples, and then Clark gave another sample of his own while I got a transvaginal ultrasound... We spoke with the physician's assistant about the different tests that need to be done, the different possibilities of treatment, and a rough timeline of everything we would be doing in the coming weeks... We also got to meet with the nurse who is in charge of our case, and she gave us a thick [read: 60+ pages] packet of information -- which includes the information the PA went over with us, the medication and testing procedures, general scheduling stuffs, and all of the paperwork that we signed off on today... If my blood work looks as good as my ultrasound did, I will be starting a new drug tomorrow... Kinda scary, but really encouraging as well... The PA agreed that I was not a good candidate for Clomid, since it isn't even considered the "drug of choice" anymore, and since I did not really respond well to it either time I was on it before... I will be on something called Letrazole (Femara is the brand name)... Technically, this drug is still in the FDA approval phase for application toward infertility, but there have been amazing results so far, and there are many, many successful pregnancies with no long-term ill effects (on moms or babies)... There are only a couple of things about these new treatments that scare me... First, there is the fact that I need to have a sonohysterogram and a hysterosalpingogram done... And, second, there is the fact that these tests could show further problems, like a blocked fallopian tube... There is no guarantee that the right tube is ok, even though the ovary looked ok when I had my surgery, and that is the only one I have left, so I am a little anxious to find out how it is... If the tube is blocked, that would present a whole scenario of what can/needs to be done in order to get pregnant... I am going to try to take it one day at a time, but it is kinda difficult, since there is so much that needs to be planned out... Fortunately, tomorrow is my late day at work, so I will have the morning to work on some stuff... I already have the post-op check-up ultrasound scheduled for 8:30am, but I have a lot of bloodwork that needs to be done for the RE's office -- including a fasting glucose tolerance/insulin resistance test -- so I figured I would just go ahead and get that out of the way... Ugh... I will not be able to eat or drink anything (except water and that awful "glucola" stuff) until around lunchtime... Then, of course, there is the "fertility class" that I have leave work early to take on Tuesday afternoon... And, what overly-involved medical plan would be complete without a diet?!? The PA suggested a modified Atkins or a South Beach approach... Sure... Whatever works! I really do want another baby, and I would love to be healthier in general, so I know I should not complain... But, I just feel like my whole world has been turned on its head (more than I even anticipated)... Please pray for me and/or send me good vibes... I think I will be needing all the help I can get... Later days...
Clark and I are really good about not swearing in front of the boy... We even try really hard to help our friends with the whole "watching their mouths" thing... But, it was the little brats at McDonald's that did us in, after all was said and done... Last Friday, Boogie and I went to the Play Place nearest our house when Clark was off @ D&D... I heard some kids saying "What the hell?" and "Hot damn, I got a hot jam" or some such thing... I called Boogie over to me and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the older kids were using some bad language and that I fully expected him NOT to repeat a single word they said... When he made it through the next couple of days, I thought we had dodged that bullet... Apparently, I was mistaken... Today, one of Boogie's teachers told us that Boogie had said, "What the hell?" on the playground and that another teacher had heard him... When she asked Boogie what he had said, sure enough, he replied, "What the hell?" So, she told us about it and we ended up having a little conversation about some "replacement" phrases when we were driving home... Rather than turning it into a long, boring, angry lecture, we came up with some silly substitutions like, "What the cheeseburger?" or "What the lightsaber?" We moved on, got home, played a little, and cooked dinner... As we were eating, he started making up some more silly phrases, and we chipped in suggestions again... Then, he came out with, "Oh! I got a gooder one for 'what the hell'... Oh no! Not 'what the hell'!" ........... OMG! Clark did a pretty good job composing himself, but I freakin' lost it!!! I ran out to the kitchen to "get something," and doubled over laughing... I tried to laugh quietly, but I am pretty sure I failed miserably... Then, so that I would be able to return to the dining room with a tiny bit of dignity intact, Clark made something up about a funny joke, so that I would have an excuse to crack up for the next few minutes... Yeah... As funny as I found it at home, I really hope that he does not keep up with this language at school... I would REALLY rather not deal with that again... Geesh! What the hell?!? (teeheehee) Later days...
