(Please bear with me reader - when I set out to write this post, I was thinking of Tupac's "Dear Momma" and I just remembered that I'm awful at rhyme and now the following entry will not live up to previous lofty expectations. Sighs.)
Dear Hubby,
Happy Valentine's Day. I love you so much I bought you slippers and one of those sports bracelets that helps with balance and circulation. I have to admit, I was a little skeptical at first about the whole "improves sports performance" guarantee, but the kiosk dude at the mall did a little demo and it really worked. I stand corrected. Anyway, I also stood in line at your favorite bakery at the high noon for twenty five minutes just to get you your favorite red velvet cupcake. I'll probably let you see me naked tonight as well, but that's going to wrap up Valentines festivities for you, kind sir.
I also wanted to take this opportunity to be really nice to you, as it seems that the real Aub is leaving tomorrow and I don't know when she'll be back. I have a feeling that once I stick that little needle into my belly I could be gone for the next three weeks (maybe longer) and I felt it fair warning to tell you that my replacement is going to be mean. Very hormonal. She's going to complain a lot about headaches and hot flashes. She may wake you up angry because you're sleeping soundly while she sweats to death next to you. I heard she cries. A lot. And curses under her breath. Enjoy the rare tender moments with her and check for knives when she pulls you in for a hug. She'll most definitely remind you constantly that she's losing her mind and that it's unfair that she has to be chemically altered while you stay the same and that her contribution to this joint effort includes needles while yours involves a sterile cup and an orgasm. I recommend not talking unless spoken to by her and steal opportunities to work late or better yet, just go out of town for work.
She won't tell you this, but she owes 90%+ of her happiness over the last ten years to you and your efforts in making this relationship work. Because there were plenty of times that we could have called it quits and walked away from what we have, but I think you and I are both better people for staying. We got all sorts of good stuff here. And the best part of us is definitely our babies. I can't wait to have more of those with you.
Please bear with my replacement Aub. I promise to return soon!
Love Always,
Tuesday<3
P.S. It's a good thing that no sexy time whatsoever will go into the making of these babies because that's not something you'll want to do with replacement Aub. *shakes head emphatically*
Monday, February 14, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
More Strange Sleep Antics
Last night was the first night I can ever remember being afraid to go to sleep. I stayed up late reading and walked around the house aimlessly in an effort NOT go to bed, but at around midnight I succumbed to my drooping eyelids and sluggish posture. To bed I went.
DH was already asleep and I curled up next to him and drifted off almost immediately (thank you, Tempur-pedic). Around 3:30, DS2 came in for a drink of water and I carried him back to bed. I am cognizant of this activity. At around 5, however, I woke up because I was very hot and uncomfortable and lo and behold!! I am wearing a hoodie, zipped to the top with the hood up over my head. WTH? What's worse, there was the chapstick from the night before in one pocket and a wad of toilet paper in the other. Really?! Interesting...
I posted on facebook about it this morning and received a private message from a fellow infertile (of course, I didn't know she was, but since I outed myself as one in that particular forum, they seem to be coming out of the woodwork). She asked me if I had started on any of my fertility medicines and that she did some strange things in her sleep when she was on injectibles. My mystery would be all but solved if this were the case. I'm still just taking bcp and waiting to start the art of injecting on Tuesday.
So what is going on with this sleepwalking crap?
DH was already asleep and I curled up next to him and drifted off almost immediately (thank you, Tempur-pedic). Around 3:30, DS2 came in for a drink of water and I carried him back to bed. I am cognizant of this activity. At around 5, however, I woke up because I was very hot and uncomfortable and lo and behold!! I am wearing a hoodie, zipped to the top with the hood up over my head. WTH? What's worse, there was the chapstick from the night before in one pocket and a wad of toilet paper in the other. Really?! Interesting...
I posted on facebook about it this morning and received a private message from a fellow infertile (of course, I didn't know she was, but since I outed myself as one in that particular forum, they seem to be coming out of the woodwork). She asked me if I had started on any of my fertility medicines and that she did some strange things in her sleep when she was on injectibles. My mystery would be all but solved if this were the case. I'm still just taking bcp and waiting to start the art of injecting on Tuesday.
So what is going on with this sleepwalking crap?
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Weird Dreams and A Sock Ninja
Day 19 of my cycle. Sixteen birth control pills down, eight to go. That's about all in this infertiles world right now. If that's all you're interested in, I recommend not reading the rest of this post. But if you're in for some good old-fashioned hilarity, read on.
I had some weird dreams last night. Most I can't remember, but a few of their details linger enough to make me wonder what I had eaten before bed to make such strangeness materialize in my subconscious. One particular dream that happened after the "sock ninja" incident, which I'll inform you of next, was that I delivered my twins at the hospital and we were being discharged and DH came to pick us up in a Prius. He had "surprised" me by trading in our Pilot (eight passengers) for a Prius (four passengers) after I delivered twins bringing our total family members to six. Needless to say, I was irate in the dream, but still woke up happy because I had a dream about my babies!! I can't wait for them. March 19th cannot come soon enough, I say.
So, while the dreams were strange, my real life sleep actions last night were definitely stranger. I woke up around 4 a.m. and realized I was clutching onto a tube of chap stick in one hand and one of DH's socks in the other. How random is that?! Bear in mind, I went to sleep with neither. What's even funnier is that DH was missing a sock when he woke up! WTF? Did I strip him of his sock in the middle of the night? Where did the chap stick come from? Am I sleep walking? As my good friend Kara brought up, am I talking while I'm carrying on these strange antics? I need some sleep surveillance at the very least.
I'm so Raoul Duke sometimes...
I had some weird dreams last night. Most I can't remember, but a few of their details linger enough to make me wonder what I had eaten before bed to make such strangeness materialize in my subconscious. One particular dream that happened after the "sock ninja" incident, which I'll inform you of next, was that I delivered my twins at the hospital and we were being discharged and DH came to pick us up in a Prius. He had "surprised" me by trading in our Pilot (eight passengers) for a Prius (four passengers) after I delivered twins bringing our total family members to six. Needless to say, I was irate in the dream, but still woke up happy because I had a dream about my babies!! I can't wait for them. March 19th cannot come soon enough, I say.
So, while the dreams were strange, my real life sleep actions last night were definitely stranger. I woke up around 4 a.m. and realized I was clutching onto a tube of chap stick in one hand and one of DH's socks in the other. How random is that?! Bear in mind, I went to sleep with neither. What's even funnier is that DH was missing a sock when he woke up! WTF? Did I strip him of his sock in the middle of the night? Where did the chap stick come from? Am I sleep walking? As my good friend Kara brought up, am I talking while I'm carrying on these strange antics? I need some sleep surveillance at the very least.
I'm so Raoul Duke sometimes...
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Frozen In Time
I feel frozen in time. There is nothing going on here. Not as far as TTC is concerned. I am STILL waiting for my meds to get here, if you can believe that. I waited all day Friday for them to arrive and finally called the pharmacy to see what was up and the woman informed me that she did not send them. She did not send the medicine I waited all day to sign for. She did not send them. She did not call to say she did not send them. Nope. So she sent them yesterday. So I wait today. And she sent my Follistim to someone else and now she's out of that. So another day in the upcoming week or so, I'll have to wait for that too.
Although, we are suspended in time over here, we are not without big decisions to make. We need to decide how many of my eggs we are going to fertilize. I know, most people would answer, "As many as you can, crazy!!" but we need to play this IVF very conservatively. DH and I are setting out to complete our family and we are not down with having frozen embies. We keep going back and forth about what to do, but we feel like we (hopefully) have a good plan in place for now. We are going to get as many eggs as possible, but Dr. Awesome RE recommended we only fertilize four at a time. The rest of the eggs, we will freeze and IF our cycle fails, we can thaw out and fertilize more eggs, but if it is a success, we will simply have the eggs destroyed. This decision is hard to make. Lots of personal beliefs and morals come into play and it all comes down to what DH and I feel comfortable with doing.
The only question that remains is wondering if fertilizing four is enough? I worry that maybe that is too few? There are people out there that get twenty plus eggs, fertilize ten of them and still only end up with two to transfer. Ugh.
Why is IF so hard??
Why in the hell do we have to think of stuff like this?
My brain hurts.
Although, we are suspended in time over here, we are not without big decisions to make. We need to decide how many of my eggs we are going to fertilize. I know, most people would answer, "As many as you can, crazy!!" but we need to play this IVF very conservatively. DH and I are setting out to complete our family and we are not down with having frozen embies. We keep going back and forth about what to do, but we feel like we (hopefully) have a good plan in place for now. We are going to get as many eggs as possible, but Dr. Awesome RE recommended we only fertilize four at a time. The rest of the eggs, we will freeze and IF our cycle fails, we can thaw out and fertilize more eggs, but if it is a success, we will simply have the eggs destroyed. This decision is hard to make. Lots of personal beliefs and morals come into play and it all comes down to what DH and I feel comfortable with doing.
The only question that remains is wondering if fertilizing four is enough? I worry that maybe that is too few? There are people out there that get twenty plus eggs, fertilize ten of them and still only end up with two to transfer. Ugh.
Why is IF so hard??
Why in the hell do we have to think of stuff like this?
My brain hurts.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Solitary Confinement and One Woman's Quest for a Shower
This whole snowed in thing has certainly lost its appeal. I'm finding myself sinking lower and lower into a state of self-pity that can only be remedied by a meal OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE. The problem is, I require a shower to go anywhere public. "Just jump in," you suggest? I can't. I'm waiting for Mr. UPS guy to deliver my injectibles. As these things usually go, I get in the shower and DING DONG! So, I wait. DH isn't going to be pleased if I'm not ready to go when he gets here, but what can I do? I'm stuck!
With all this wonderful time inside, I've been reading Pictures of You by Caroline Leavitt and the main character, Isabelle Stein, is...yep....infertile. The issue of her infertility is but a small detail in the whole story, but it looms always. Her want for a child, her need to fulfill her maternal instinct is palpable. A particular passage resonated with me and chilled me to the bone:
Isabelle knew this phenomenon. Be tortured by something and the world was sure to serve it up to you. Since she had moved to New York, she saw mothers and sons everywhere on the street. She could be in an empty movie theater and a parent with a child was sure to sit in the row right in front of her.
Be tortured by something and the world is sure to serve it up to you. Isn't that the truth? I want to be pregnant and since we moved to Oklahoma almost six months ago, I've been stalked by pregnancy from everywhere from the grocery store to the "fertility feed" on facebook. I want my parents, but they are too far away. I see mothers and daughters lunching and it stings like a slap. I want a friend and yet there's no one. I have acquaintances. I want an honest-to-goodness friend. I want to be me and say what I want and for them to know the real me isn't in the frustrations that I vent or the sarcasms that I speak. Every time I go out, I see friends together. They are shopping or lunching or working out together and it tortures me that I haven't a kindred spirit in this time zone.
I am trying to prepare myself for a huge endeavor in this IVF cycle. This is one of those colossal undertakings that typically require a support group the size of your restaurant "large party" table. I have my husband to lean on. And when the hormones kick in I'm probably the last person he'll want to be around, not that he understands the ins and outs of the female brain without the influence of hormonal medicinal rage, but you can't put a price tag on a good girlfriend.
I want to feel settled.
I want to feel home.
I want to feel like I belong.
I guess I'll settle for the dinner out tonight. I still really need that shower, though.
With all this wonderful time inside, I've been reading Pictures of You by Caroline Leavitt and the main character, Isabelle Stein, is...yep....infertile. The issue of her infertility is but a small detail in the whole story, but it looms always. Her want for a child, her need to fulfill her maternal instinct is palpable. A particular passage resonated with me and chilled me to the bone:
Isabelle knew this phenomenon. Be tortured by something and the world was sure to serve it up to you. Since she had moved to New York, she saw mothers and sons everywhere on the street. She could be in an empty movie theater and a parent with a child was sure to sit in the row right in front of her.
Be tortured by something and the world is sure to serve it up to you. Isn't that the truth? I want to be pregnant and since we moved to Oklahoma almost six months ago, I've been stalked by pregnancy from everywhere from the grocery store to the "fertility feed" on facebook. I want my parents, but they are too far away. I see mothers and daughters lunching and it stings like a slap. I want a friend and yet there's no one. I have acquaintances. I want an honest-to-goodness friend. I want to be me and say what I want and for them to know the real me isn't in the frustrations that I vent or the sarcasms that I speak. Every time I go out, I see friends together. They are shopping or lunching or working out together and it tortures me that I haven't a kindred spirit in this time zone.
I am trying to prepare myself for a huge endeavor in this IVF cycle. This is one of those colossal undertakings that typically require a support group the size of your restaurant "large party" table. I have my husband to lean on. And when the hormones kick in I'm probably the last person he'll want to be around, not that he understands the ins and outs of the female brain without the influence of hormonal medicinal rage, but you can't put a price tag on a good girlfriend.
I want to feel settled.
I want to feel home.
I want to feel like I belong.
I guess I'll settle for the dinner out tonight. I still really need that shower, though.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
As Promised....Minestrone Recipe!
This was very, very yummy. Enjoy!
Ingredients:
6 slices of bacon
1 cup chopped onion
2 minced garlic cloves
1/2 lb ground beef
1 cup minced celery
1 cup cubed carrots
2 cups tomato puree
2 (14.5oz cans) stewed tomatoes
1 (14 oz can) beef broth
1 (10.5 oz can) condensed french onion soup
5 cups of water
1/4 cup red wine
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 teaspoon dried basil
salt and pepper to taste
1 cup chopped zucchini
2 cups spinach rinsed and sliced
1 1/2 cups uncooked small pasta shells
1 (15 oz can) garbanzo beans, drained
In a large stock pot, cook bacon and drain off fat. Add onion, garlic and beef. When onions are translucent, add the next 11 ingredients. Cook for 15 minutes. Add the rest of the ingredients and cook for 15 minutes more. Serve with fresh Parmesan cheese.
This makes a lot so be sure to share a bowl with a neighbor, family member or workmate! We ate on this for three days!
Happy Thursday!
Ingredients:
6 slices of bacon
1 cup chopped onion
2 minced garlic cloves
1/2 lb ground beef
1 cup minced celery
1 cup cubed carrots
2 cups tomato puree
2 (14.5oz cans) stewed tomatoes
1 (14 oz can) beef broth
1 (10.5 oz can) condensed french onion soup
5 cups of water
1/4 cup red wine
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 teaspoon dried basil
salt and pepper to taste
1 cup chopped zucchini
2 cups spinach rinsed and sliced
1 1/2 cups uncooked small pasta shells
1 (15 oz can) garbanzo beans, drained
In a large stock pot, cook bacon and drain off fat. Add onion, garlic and beef. When onions are translucent, add the next 11 ingredients. Cook for 15 minutes. Add the rest of the ingredients and cook for 15 minutes more. Serve with fresh Parmesan cheese.
This makes a lot so be sure to share a bowl with a neighbor, family member or workmate! We ate on this for three days!
Happy Thursday!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
How to Make It Through
I've decided this month is just going to drag on relentlessly if I don't come up with a list of things to do while I wait to start stimming in March. It's ridiculous that the shortest month of the year is ALWAYS the longest. All I have to do as far as TTC is concerned is take my bc and start Lupron injections on the 15th. I guess I can also enjoy the newfound fun in BDing (although that has nothing to do with conceiving anymore). So, I'm going to start a list of things to do to get me through this lull. Some things are fun, others necessary. In no particular order:
1. Read 3 books. I'm currently working on Pictures of You by Carol Leavitt. I don't think I'll include this in the three seeing as how I'm already 100 pages in. Someone recommended The Hunger Games Trilogy to me and they sound good. After all, a trilogy is three books. Perfect!
2. I'm going in for laser hair removal. I mentioned it in my last post, but I don't think I was being serious. Now I am. I'm calling today for an appointment to get started. Dr. Awesome RE may not care or appreciate a fresh bush, but I do and it's my bush. I'll laser it if I want to.
3. Clean out my closet. Ugh. This one is not fun, but it's necessary. It looks like a cyclone hit it. Must accomplish this task. Imagine how much better I'll rest in my bed after my embryo transfer if my closet is fresh and cleaned out!
4. Must have a few honest to goodness date nights with DH. For real dinner and movie date nights. Must happen!! I want two. Two dates.
5. I want to spend some quality time with DS1 and DS2. Alone time, preferably. I want to be able to concentrate on them and their particular interests and give them my undivided attention. They mean everything to me and I want them to know how much I love them and how special they are in their own way.
6. I want to try a new recipe every week for dinner. I have been in such a rut when it comes to what to make for dinner and I end up making the same things over and over. I want to find new recipes and try them. If they are good, I'll post the recipe on here. I kind of already started doing this this week. I made homemade minestrone. It was amazing. I'll post the recipe tomorrow!
I think this list should sufficiently get me through the longest short month of the year. If I stay busy, it'll fly by!
1. Read 3 books. I'm currently working on Pictures of You by Carol Leavitt. I don't think I'll include this in the three seeing as how I'm already 100 pages in. Someone recommended The Hunger Games Trilogy to me and they sound good. After all, a trilogy is three books. Perfect!
2. I'm going in for laser hair removal. I mentioned it in my last post, but I don't think I was being serious. Now I am. I'm calling today for an appointment to get started. Dr. Awesome RE may not care or appreciate a fresh bush, but I do and it's my bush. I'll laser it if I want to.
3. Clean out my closet. Ugh. This one is not fun, but it's necessary. It looks like a cyclone hit it. Must accomplish this task. Imagine how much better I'll rest in my bed after my embryo transfer if my closet is fresh and cleaned out!
4. Must have a few honest to goodness date nights with DH. For real dinner and movie date nights. Must happen!! I want two. Two dates.
5. I want to spend some quality time with DS1 and DS2. Alone time, preferably. I want to be able to concentrate on them and their particular interests and give them my undivided attention. They mean everything to me and I want them to know how much I love them and how special they are in their own way.
6. I want to try a new recipe every week for dinner. I have been in such a rut when it comes to what to make for dinner and I end up making the same things over and over. I want to find new recipes and try them. If they are good, I'll post the recipe on here. I kind of already started doing this this week. I made homemade minestrone. It was amazing. I'll post the recipe tomorrow!
I think this list should sufficiently get me through the longest short month of the year. If I stay busy, it'll fly by!
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