Monthly Archives: April 2010

Seriously. Not, like a little and I’m working on it, but, like, none. Zero. ZIP.

I have already POAS. That’s Peed On A Stick for those who are not TTC. Which is Trying To Conceive for those of you just fucking for sport.

Being that it is only 3dp5dt (That’s 3 days past 5 day transfer for… well… pretty much everyone) I was not surprised that it was negative. I was disappointed. But not surprised. I even went back in later to see if the stick had changed it’s mind.

It had not.

And one epic nap. Daaamn I’ve not napped like that in ages. Seriously. Came home. Layed down and put Desperate Housewives on the laptop and thought I had only dozed off for a minute… but it was 2 hours later.

I wasn’t nervous until yesterday when I went to get my blood drawn and my vein rolled away and the tech tried to hunt it down with the needle. (FUCKING STOP IT!!) Then I realized I was going to have to get an IV for the transfer. And remembered the hunt and stab (x3!!! with NO success!!) with the monster size needle when I went into labor with Monkey.

Thankfully, I brought DaddyO with me. My personal ice breaker. I’m sitting there nervously in my fancy purple hospital gown with the strange flaps with the weird holes (You stick a big plastic hose in it and it blows warm air inside your gown! Seriously! I need the home version of this!) and my fancy purple hospital socks with the non-skid cat paw prints (heart!) and listening to the nurse describing the proceedings to me; “you’ll go in, the anesthesiologist will give you a little cocktail and you won’t remember anything until you wake up back in here after it’s all over.” From behind me I hear; “Aw, just like our first date!”  Read more...

Yay!

I start my Ganirelix tonight.  Wonder what kind of fun that will bring.  Looks like retrieval will Tuesday or Wednesday of next week if things continue as they are. I came home and told my husband that we would probably trigger Sunday and his response was;  “Wait. What? THIS Sunday?”

Yes. This Sunday.  With him staying home with the sick Snotapotomus all week, and busy in the evenings with werk and missing all the shots,  he hasn’t been as involved this time…. cause I’m feeling so very full and can barely lay on my tummy and I’m looking at the calender thinking; “Wait. What? Not until SUNDAY?!”

Things are going well, but I can’t help but think that they went well last time.  I couldn’t possibly have two IVF’s and two BFP’s, could I?  That would be too easy and totally selfish.  There are so many women out there trying so very hard to get pregant, and I already have one charming little guy… and three 20′s somethings…

I didn’t think I would obsess as much as this go around.  I promised myself I would stay busy with the garden, organizing the house and playing with Monkey.  But… it’s raining so gardening has lost it’s charm, and with a sick baby clinging to me, and a sick husband to tip toe around, there is nothing left to do, but sit quietly and rock a cranky baby.

And obsess.

Today was supposed to be a grand distraction.  Sushi feast and an afternoon at a strip club with a devoted client, but sick baby and sick husband meant I stayed home, covered in snot.

In other news, my ovaries are warm, slightly crampy and swollen.  Very swollen.  I can’t believe my retrieval is still a week away.

Tomorrow is our first ultrasound! Get to see what’s cooking in there! Weird, aside from a crazy bad headache moments after posting that I’d not had any side effects, I’ve still not had any side effects. I’m worried I’m going to go in tomorrow and we’re going to see zero productivity.

It looks like I’ll be going in myself because DaddyO will be staying home with a very sick and cranky Monkey. He’s been such a healthy happy baby, aside from one round of stomach flu (which he turned into a perfect killing machine before passing it on to me), a bit of a temp a couple months ago, and some hay fever type allergies (eyes about swollen shut, but still smiling). So watching him suffer with a stuffy nose, sore throat and a really high temp is killing me. All last night and today all he’s wanted to do is nurse.

Which, of course, I’m not really supposed to be doing a lot of right now. Our RE said comfort and night nursing only. Um. I don’t think she meant comfort nursing ALL night long.  Read more...