Monday morning at 10.20 a.m. the embryologist called to inform us the embryos didn't survive the thaw.
About 10.22 a.m. I became an atheist.
No, I don't want to talk.
We are taking off for a couple days.
Thanks for all your well wishes.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Aileen Quinn, Ke$ha, Foreigner and the Beach Boys, with special guest Marky Mark
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I...just kidding.
Tomorrow is transfer day. First big obstacle is our little Han Solos surviving the thaw. (~fighting the urge to sing Cold as Ice~) Then the big plunge. So here is the schedule.
Today:
Clean my house so I can chill in a tidy space.
Tomorrow:
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy...sorry...let's try that again.
Today:
Clean my house so I can chill in a tidy space.
Tomorrow:
Wake.
Maybe try to get in to see the acupuncturist before my transfer.
Check in at RE's at 12.30 p.m.
Transfer at 1.00 p.m.
Go home and will the Han Duo to implant.
Tik Tok (I won't link again ;-) )
Two weeks later take a pregnancy test.
Will I pee on any sticks during that two week wait? Dunno. Depends on the time of day you catch me.
So here is where I ask for all well wishes, prayers, good vibes whatever you got! (~so wanting to break out in Good Vibrations both Beach Boys and Marky Mark style~ (I promise, I'll stop))
As always, I may post during the TWW but after the pregnancy test will be radio silence. Don't be offended, it's nothing personal...towards you anyway :-) .
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Telephone - featuring the Sheriff of Nottingham
*Ring, ring, ring*
Me: Hello?
Sheriff of Nottingham: Hello. Is this MWB?
Me: Yes.
SON: Hi. This is the Sheriff of Nottingham from your RE's office.
Me: Hello.
SON: I just wanted to let you know that you did WAY more ultrasounds than was allowed in our decree so you have to pay us for those.
Me: Oh. I see.
SON: Yes, by proclamation of the King, you owe us 15 cows, 50 goats, 100 chickens and your horse. Which is due tomorrow when you come in. OK?
Me: That's a lot.
SON: Well maybe you should call Robbin Hood, but I think he's busy robbing the rich to give to you folk. Guess he hasn't made his way to see you yet. Tell him I said "Hi" and I'm looking for him. Bye! *click*
Me: ~sigh~
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Randomness
OK. Since the last post, I've had a number of pithy yet remarkably enlightening thoughts that I wanted to blog but, alas, I have forgotten them. Trust me though, they were perfection.
The information: Started pills, stopped pills, started pills again, started Lupron, started Estrogen, waiting for ultrasound that might be delayed a day becuase I might have started my three times a day estrogen cycle a day late becuase I was a day behind on the calendar in my head.
Never watch Oprah when you are jacked up on hormone drugs. Trust me. It's a great big ol' ugly cry snotfest.
Advice for the one man who may be reading this, if your wife is hopped up on hormones, keep your shit right. Seriously, becuase if you make a mistake, baaaaaaaaaaby, she will unleash on you with all the power of all the hormonal women in history and THEN she'll cry. You'll have no recourse. Don't screw up. Trust me. It'll be easier for everyone involved.
Been a bad week for news. My uncle had a mild heart attack. He's doing fine will need some treatment, but he's ok.
My friend who I've known since the summer before third grade has to have brain surgery. Prognosis is good, but still. That sucks. I crocheted her a hat today. I'll make her a few more.
I forgot to schedule my Physical Therapy for Monday. Why the PT? I thought it would be a good idea to join a gym and the complimentary training session screwed my knee. Here I thought this would be a socially acceptable outlet for my Lupron induced rage. That'll teach me. I guess I should have continued to take it out on the other drivers.
Here are some pictures from my Acupuncture.
My cat got an owie on her nose which resulted in antibiotics and the cone of shame. We tried not to laugh becuase it really was sad, but it was also hilarious.
Well, that's all I got since I'm in a pissy, hormonal mood.
The information: Started pills, stopped pills, started pills again, started Lupron, started Estrogen, waiting for ultrasound that might be delayed a day becuase I might have started my three times a day estrogen cycle a day late becuase I was a day behind on the calendar in my head.
Never watch Oprah when you are jacked up on hormone drugs. Trust me. It's a great big ol' ugly cry snotfest.
Advice for the one man who may be reading this, if your wife is hopped up on hormones, keep your shit right. Seriously, becuase if you make a mistake, baaaaaaaaaaby, she will unleash on you with all the power of all the hormonal women in history and THEN she'll cry. You'll have no recourse. Don't screw up. Trust me. It'll be easier for everyone involved.
Been a bad week for news. My uncle had a mild heart attack. He's doing fine will need some treatment, but he's ok.
My friend who I've known since the summer before third grade has to have brain surgery. Prognosis is good, but still. That sucks. I crocheted her a hat today. I'll make her a few more.
I forgot to schedule my Physical Therapy for Monday. Why the PT? I thought it would be a good idea to join a gym and the complimentary training session screwed my knee. Here I thought this would be a socially acceptable outlet for my Lupron induced rage. That'll teach me. I guess I should have continued to take it out on the other drivers.
Here are some pictures from my Acupuncture.
My cat got an owie on her nose which resulted in antibiotics and the cone of shame. We tried not to laugh becuase it really was sad, but it was also hilarious.
Well, that's all I got since I'm in a pissy, hormonal mood.
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