omg
I am pregnant! i suspected last friday, tested, faint pos. Went to the lab, got a 41 on my beta, at 11dpo! today, second beta, nailbiting, waiting for the numbers. Then, ultrasound in 3 weeks.
wow.
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I am pregnant! i suspected last friday, tested, faint pos. Went to the lab, got a 41 on my beta, at 11dpo! today, second beta, nailbiting, waiting for the numbers. Then, ultrasound in 3 weeks.
wow.
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10 reasons why it would be better to be a drug addict than infertile:
10. my friends think I’m a paraiah anyway, with talk of cervical mucus, sperm counts, and injection sites.
9. it would cost about the same per month
8. and it would feel good instead of making me irritable, nauseaus and crazy
7. it would have longer lasting results than infertility treatments
6. I could hang out with hoodlums instead of REs
5. there are guaranteed results with illicit drugs, not so with fertility drugs
4. The American Advertising Federation doesn’t run PSAs about keeping kids off infertility
3. I would have a clear explanation for fetal demise
2. No speculums required
1. I would probably get pregnant and have a crack baby right away.
progesterone
a 15, not great. Rosemary said it is possible, but they like to see higher numbers. Maybe 100mg clomid next cycle. ugh. oh well. we’ll see. still a chance, eh? bbs feel preggo but they always do.
Anyway, it seems depressing to think of YET ANOTHER cycle (and my ‘consolation shoes’ are on backorder, how sad is that!)
Still I have on a great yoga bodysuit that I made and I feel great in. I’m off to class in a bit (a later evening one).
Filed under Everyday Life | Comment (0)So my chiropractor did this awesome mind/body exercise with me this week (she went to a conference about it). I had to pick an answer to a series of questions (I picked “It is good for me to: let go of my fears”) and she said, okay specific fear, I picked ‘of cancer’. Then through a series of her pressing down on my arm near my elbow (and me pushing back against her) she uncovered weaknesses in my statements, connecting that when I was six, I experienced some pain that causes me unresolved resentment. Then, she asked me to again answer the question “it is good for me to…” and my response was stronger, but then she said “say, ‘I’m Ok with letting go my fears’ ” my response weakened. We both actually laughed and I said “okay so I’m NOT OK with letting go of my fears” and she said I’d experience some things in the next week that might evoke sadness as this process disturbs the subconscious mind and pulls out the old hurts that affect our bodies today.
It’s quite freaky/cool, but she says it’s really a proven thing – this conference was half psychologists and psychiatrists, the other half chiropractors and massage therapy people. Anyway, she said we’d continue on next week in my next session.
We had a lovely regatta (we put it on) at our club, 15 boats in total (a great turnout) we finished the keg, went to dinner and all went home. A nice day to sail, sunny, beautiful, lighter wind but that was OK, last week was enough adventure for me for a while. I should really have a barbecue this summer with friends at the lake, it would be a blast. Our boat goes in for some repairs while we take the next 2 weekends off for family visits.
Hope your weekends are going well. I’m looking forward to some quiet time alone tomorrow (George is gone tonight/tomorrow) for sewing and varnishing. Not on the same project 
I’ll have two, count ‘em two, pups here tomorrow (Abby, my friend Julie’s golden retriever, is having a sleepover with Zuzu). The bed antics are fun. Our room is tiny and so we put Abby’s bed by my side (so I step over her), but Zu doesn’t like that, so they trade beds often. One time I’ll get up, Zu’s in Abby’s bed, then Abby’s in her own bed and Zu’s on our bed. Then Zuzu gets fed up and sleeps in her own bed, and they all pile on OUR bed in the morning.
Monday I have my progesterone test. I’m studying hard, looking for a number over 25 and hopefully over fifty. Wish me luck! Otherwise it’s EVEN MORE clomid next cycle (ugh). And George says he won’t do the injectibles (he’s afraid of needles, let alone injecting me with a 2 1/2 inch long one every day), so we hope Clomid works. My mom offered to come live with us for the six months or so of injectibles and I said “no thanks, we’ll adopt”.
Filed under Everyday Life | Comment (0)another sunny day
emotionally and physically it was a sunny day. mild cramps (some sharp, but not too bad) a good fashion day at work. Very francais, if you will, denim skirt, b&w stripe bateau neck top, bright blue scarf, red jacket, very chic. hair very european (as in, loose, not styled, and slightly greasy). Odd my head is way greasy and my face, totally greasy, bbs are sore. Yes these are all pg symptoms, but I’m not worrying, I’ve assigned all the worry to others.
Tonight? work in the sewing room, put away fabric, take out some sleeve work, add cuffs and buttons to my CJ jacket. Fun.
watching a lot of foreign films where women are chic and life is good. I know that’s just the movies.
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my friend Michelle (you met her at the purse party) is indeed preggo and she’s only having one (3 embryos were transferred, one made it) so she’s pretty excited. She had her first u/s yesterday. She’s on her 4th pregnancy and this will be her fifth (and hopefully first live) baby. Emily was born a full term stillbirth 2 ys. ago and she lost 2 earlier pgcy’s, one was twins. So I’m soooooo happy for her, she has been thru so much, and this was so amazing for her to come out of ‘retirement’ in trying and give it another go. They pretty much had given up until they got this grant to do IVF.
I just helped Zuzu with a giant bone that’s the size of her (George got it at meijer, it was for a great dane). I have to hold it down for her it’s so big.
Anyway, I’m in my two week wait, next Monday I go give a big vial of blood to test my progesterone (why on earth are they SO BIG, I mean, do they need extra in case they screw up?) Then, a week later, assuming my period stays away, it’s beta blood tests every 2 days for 2 weeks. Even more vials! Then assuming all goes well, ultrasounds begin (again, stirrups, but at least no gallon of water like the belly ultrasounds). I’m assuming we’re preggo, otherwise the VERY best cycle we’ve ever had was a complete failure and they’ll put me on even more drugs. Yay! I can strip away the last veneer of filtering and be like someone with Tourets. Michelle takes care of her 18 year old nephew too and she says he just blurts out unbelievable things. I said “like a woman on Clomid” and she laughed and said “hormones”. Isn’t that funny? it’s like being an emotional teenager again, with angst over every stupid little thing. Only at 35.
And my face is breaking out as bad as a teenager’s too. At one point tonight I had four ‘face peel strips on’.
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