July 2004
11 posts
Today being cycle day 3, I called the office this morning, as instructed, to schedule a blood-work appt. The chick who answered the phone was going all over the calender to find a spot for me to come in. When I talked to the cycle-coordinator previously, I asked if it was a problem if I brought Becca along with me for the blood-work appt. She said no, but that I may want to have a babysitter...
WOOHOO! We have finally gotten a break with this baby-making process. Organon, the company which makes Follistim, which is the stimulation drug we’ve used in the past, has a new injection method. Instead of using a syringe, they now have some sort of pen thingy. They are apparently having surveys filled out by patients about how it is. Our dr’s office is being given 40 vials of...
Just for the record. I have made the deposit for our place in the September cycle at SIRM. Unless my hormone levels go wacky, we are all systems go for September.
On a side note. Am I the only one who sees a problem with this? Martha Stewart, upon being convicted of insider trading, has her show dropped by the major networks. Kobe Bryant, upon being charged (granted, not convicted yet, but the have enough to charge him with, and to go to trial) with rape, a far more serious crime, is asked to represent our country in the Olympics.
Well… Feel free to call me a dum-dum. I’ve been sitting here, feeling uncomfortable, not in pain, but definately not ready to do much in the active sense that would require much movement, mind you. I have tried the cabbage leaves. Cabbage is very yummy in coleslaw, but if you bruise it and stick it in your bra, it stinks to high heaven. And, unfortunately, it does tend to be right...
I sat here this afternoon, crying at the computer. I don’t cry. There are VERY few people who can say they have ever seen me cry. I was looking at the pictures from the Angel of Hope Mission website, of children who have died. I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like for their parents. The little bit I can imagine, which is probably only a small fraction of the reality,...
We are now at 56 hours with no nursing. The two days before that, it was at nighttime only. Becca is not happy about this, but she is surviving. She is getting much less insistent on the nursing, still asking anytime I happen to sit down. This means I am not sitting down much at all. I am not at all happy about this. Hundreds, if not thousands of women can continue to nurse their older child...
This is something that I thought was absolutely hilarious. Some of you might not get the humor. Would people say this to you if you were paraplegic instead of infertile: As soon as you buy a wheelchair, I bet you’ll be able to walk again. You can’t use your legs? Boy, I wish I was paralyzed. I get so tired of walking, and if I were paralyzed I wouldn’t have to walk anywhere! ...
We have found a sponsor for our baby-making efforts. Thanks to this sponsor, we will by cycling in September. IF we are fortunate enough to hit gold on our first try, the baby would be due the week of my birthday. This is only fair, as Becca was born 3 days before Ben’s birthday. With the sponsorship deal, there is an endorsement factor. If the baby is a girl, she will be named Barbie,...
I have now decided that it is time for another baby. Unlike most couples, we won’t have any results with just heading off to the bedroom. I have called the office of the dr. who got us pregnant with Becca. To have a sit-down appt. with him, I have to wait until August 30. I am too impatient for that. Here are the options. The Outcome-Based-Plan. For the small fee of $19,600 we can do...
Becca has a play castle. Within this play castle, which is set up in the living room, she has my old votive sampler box from Partylite, complete with candles. Becca enjoys sitting in her castle sniffing the different candle scents. No, I did not teach her this. It was all Ben.