Today: Follicle at 11.9 x 9.9.
Just talked to the clinic, I'll be going in everyday for bloodwork/ultrasounds from here on out. Since I've surged so quickly in the past, they want to keep an close eye on me.
J arrives on Thursday...thank god.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
First Appointment (Cycle Day 8)
This morning was my first dr. appointment. Follicle looking good for Day 8. It's on the left side (for the 3rd time), size is 11x8mm. Not going back until Tuesday.
My grandfather drove me up for the appointment. He was big-and-bad on the ride up saying he wanted to talk to the doctor and see if there was anything more we (we?) can do to make this work. Was kind of terrified on the trip there - the last thing I need is my grandfather screwing up my relationship with my doctor (he's a 6 foot 2, bear of a 70+ year old man who doesn't understand a thing about IVF, but wants to see it work for us). When we pulled into the parking lot, he decided to wait in the car instead - wouldn't even come sit in the waiting room.
On the drive back, we got behind the only goddamn vehicle in the state of VA with the license plate: "MLFHNTR." After a few minutes of trying to figure out what it said, my grandfather turns to me: "What kind of hunter?" Christ alive...what is up with the fucking universerse? "No idea, Pop."
Coming through town, he turned off at the cemetery. A visit to my uncle's grave. I hadn't been since he died 6 years ago. We only stayed for a few minutes and as we left, he leaned down and patted the ground. My grandmother says he goes at least twice a week and she's never seen him leave without patting his grave. Absolutely breaks my heart.
My grandfather drove me up for the appointment. He was big-and-bad on the ride up saying he wanted to talk to the doctor and see if there was anything more we (we?) can do to make this work. Was kind of terrified on the trip there - the last thing I need is my grandfather screwing up my relationship with my doctor (he's a 6 foot 2, bear of a 70+ year old man who doesn't understand a thing about IVF, but wants to see it work for us). When we pulled into the parking lot, he decided to wait in the car instead - wouldn't even come sit in the waiting room.
On the drive back, we got behind the only goddamn vehicle in the state of VA with the license plate: "MLFHNTR." After a few minutes of trying to figure out what it said, my grandfather turns to me: "What kind of hunter?" Christ alive...what is up with the fucking universerse? "No idea, Pop."
Coming through town, he turned off at the cemetery. A visit to my uncle's grave. I hadn't been since he died 6 years ago. We only stayed for a few minutes and as we left, he leaned down and patted the ground. My grandmother says he goes at least twice a week and she's never seen him leave without patting his grave. Absolutely breaks my heart.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Home sweet home
Well, my fabulous husband got the internet running again. I am back at home...although still chained to the desktop...still beats the pants off Panera.
And tonight's the VP debate...I can't wait to hear what nutty thing comes out of Palin's mouth next.
And tonight's the VP debate...I can't wait to hear what nutty thing comes out of Palin's mouth next.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The perfect storm
Amazing how three major things at work can all fuck up at the exact moment...
1. My morning started with my internet going down. I called my provider, those bastards tell me they can have me back online...in 48 hours. Yeah, I work from home. I'm then informed that if I run a business from my house, that I'm supposed to have BUSINESS internet...not personal internet. I don't own a business, I don't run a business from my home....I telecommute. Hell, I didn't even know I could GET business internet until today. Apparently biz internet has a 4-hour service turnaround....it's also more than double what I currently pay. Annoying.
2. The internet going down wouldn't normally be a big deal. But oh wait...I dropped my laptop off at the repair shop 2 days ago. For the first time in 2.5 years I am not mobile, and my internet goes on the fritz...seriously.
3. This is the first time in 2 months that I've had a crisis client going on at work. I had a 150 page report due out at 8am. Yeah...didn't make my deadline.
And of course all this is the perfect time to go wrong considering the economy is in the shitter and I'm absolutely convinced that my company's going to start layoffs at any moment. Sweet...look at me being late with deadlines....
All that leads me up to Sunday. That's my first IVF appointment for this round (did I mention LAST round?). I need to be mobile for my trip...and I haven't even heard back from the computer repair jackasses.
I'm typing all this from borrowed internet (Panera) on a borrowed laptop. This is seriously sad stuff. Even sadder? I'll be here at Panera at 6:30am when they open to start tomorrow's report. woohoo.
1. My morning started with my internet going down. I called my provider, those bastards tell me they can have me back online...in 48 hours. Yeah, I work from home. I'm then informed that if I run a business from my house, that I'm supposed to have BUSINESS internet...not personal internet. I don't own a business, I don't run a business from my home....I telecommute. Hell, I didn't even know I could GET business internet until today. Apparently biz internet has a 4-hour service turnaround....it's also more than double what I currently pay. Annoying.
2. The internet going down wouldn't normally be a big deal. But oh wait...I dropped my laptop off at the repair shop 2 days ago. For the first time in 2.5 years I am not mobile, and my internet goes on the fritz...seriously.
3. This is the first time in 2 months that I've had a crisis client going on at work. I had a 150 page report due out at 8am. Yeah...didn't make my deadline.
And of course all this is the perfect time to go wrong considering the economy is in the shitter and I'm absolutely convinced that my company's going to start layoffs at any moment. Sweet...look at me being late with deadlines....
All that leads me up to Sunday. That's my first IVF appointment for this round (did I mention LAST round?). I need to be mobile for my trip...and I haven't even heard back from the computer repair jackasses.
I'm typing all this from borrowed internet (Panera) on a borrowed laptop. This is seriously sad stuff. Even sadder? I'll be here at Panera at 6:30am when they open to start tomorrow's report. woohoo.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Virginia Legislation: Fertility Coverage (SB 631)
Please consider signing and forwarding this petition to require insurance companies in Virginia to cover fertility treatments.
http://www.petitiononline.com/060200/petition.html
S.B. 631: a bill to require health insurers, health maintenance organizations, and corporations providing accident and sickness subscription contracts to provide coverage for the treatment of infertility.
The bill now moves to the Special Advisory Commission on Mandated Health Insurance Benefits. This is a joint commission that also includes Governor-appointed private citizens. We anticipate testifying before the Commission in the fall of 2008.
http://www.petitiononline.com/060200/petition.html
S.B. 631: a bill to require health insurers, health maintenance organizations, and corporations providing accident and sickness subscription contracts to provide coverage for the treatment of infertility.
The bill now moves to the Special Advisory Commission on Mandated Health Insurance Benefits. This is a joint commission that also includes Governor-appointed private citizens. We anticipate testifying before the Commission in the fall of 2008.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Huh, so summer vacation's almost over....
J and I just got back from a week long camping trip and I called my grandparents this morning to fill them in on our great adventure in the wilderness. My very non-campery grandfather was no doubt rolling his eyes on the other line as I rambled on about night hikes, meteor showers, happy hour by the campfire, ghost stories and my discovery that marshmellows are NOT vegetarian friendly. Then he asks, after a long pause: "So, when are you guys going to start IVF again?"
Huh. Yeah...was trying not to think about that. August's almost over.
The question has kind of had me in a daze all day. IVF. Again. Soon.
J and I have had a great summer. The alcohol, the camping, the chillin' on the porch, the alcohol...oh it has been a good, good mental vacation. One that I'm not sure I'm ready to give up yet. I'm not at all ready to dive back into fertility clinics.
J and I have had a few short conversations about where we both are with treatments. I want to start grad school, he is talking about doing some traveling. We haven't made any huge decisions - but we both seem to be on the slower end of getting this machine cranked up again. We have at least another month before we can get started (2 trips coming up)....so we'll see......
Can't believe the summer is over.....
Huh. Yeah...was trying not to think about that. August's almost over.
The question has kind of had me in a daze all day. IVF. Again. Soon.
J and I have had a great summer. The alcohol, the camping, the chillin' on the porch, the alcohol...oh it has been a good, good mental vacation. One that I'm not sure I'm ready to give up yet. I'm not at all ready to dive back into fertility clinics.
J and I have had a few short conversations about where we both are with treatments. I want to start grad school, he is talking about doing some traveling. We haven't made any huge decisions - but we both seem to be on the slower end of getting this machine cranked up again. We have at least another month before we can get started (2 trips coming up)....so we'll see......
Can't believe the summer is over.....
Friday, July 18, 2008
Who says golf can't be fun?
So I almost killed myself last night. You should've been there. It was awesome.
A friend of ours has been begging J to go golfing with him for a while now. He’s not a golfer, but is going on a golf trip at the end of the month, so want to go with J to get some pointers. So, last night, this other couple and the two of us went to a golf course - actually my first experience on a REAL course. Had fun, but we didn't get started until 6:30 and we were slow because J is the only golfer and he had to limp along with us 3 really bad golfers. By 9pm we were only on the 7th hole (really, really slow). And of course at 9pm it is dark. The guys were finishing up on the green and then we were calling it quits...you couldn't see a thing.
Us girls were sitting in the golf carts waiting on them. We were bored....just chillin' in the dark. Oh, and we may have had a few beers. So as soon as they finished, the boys yelled for us to drive around and pick them up so we could head to the club house. Well, as I said, we were bored. So to spice things up a bit we decided to race - you know - golf carts that go like 11mph. I also mentioned it was dark? And the beers? Oh, and I can't see in the dark and I didn't have my glasses on? Just trying to paint you the picture here.
So we start off racing.
I maxed out around 11mph, my competitor’s cart was a tad bit faster at 11.5mph. We were speed demons. All of a sudden my friend’s slightly faster cart shoots off to the right. I probably should've wondered why, but with the wind blowing through my hair at 11mph the only thing on my mind was the open road and this 4-wheeled hog beneath me. Suddenly I find myself about a foot away from a 5 foot drop into the sand trap. Dude. I didn't even have time to hit the brake. In I went - nose first of the golf cart - golf clubs flying everywhere - me hanging on to the steering wheel, legs flapping in the breeze, driving like a bat out of hell at 11mph. In the instant it happened all I could think was - holy mother, I'm going to flip ass over end. Luckily (amazingly), all 4 wheels ended up on the ground. My next concern (when I abruptly went from 11mph to 3mph and left a face print on that stupid plastic windshield) was - oh crap, I'm sinking in the sand. I floored it (we're back up to 7mph now) and shot out of the trap leaving a trail of clubs in my wake and a 2 foot deep rut in the trap.
The adrenaline kicked in as well as the "Oh my god I'm still alive" high hit and I couldn't stop laughing. Hysterically. Ok - I also kind of wanted to do it again. Meanwhile, my husband (who takes golf very seriously, just witnessed everything, and is NOT laughing), is now stomping towards me (with a putter) and is about .2 seconds from blowing up. I'm pretty sure I've never seen his face that red. Did I also mention that this Devil's Sand Trap is located directly in front of the clubhouse? And as we were the last ones out on the course, the only remaining employee is standing outside waiting on us to come in. So - according to my superbly ticked off husband - he has just witnessed the whole thing, and is no doubt banning J from the course for life. Which, I reminded him (and in hindsight probably wasn’t the best time for rationality), had to be a bit of an exaggeration because I couldn't see the sand trap in front of my face until I was riding the holy rails of terror. J did not find this amusing. But to further prove my point, when we checked in the carts, the guy didn't even notice the trail of sand our little cart was leaving behind.
All I can say is, J would not have liked the original plan. I was going to stick a brick on the gas pedal, throw myself into the other cart and just see where mine went.
Good thing we couldn't find a brick.
A friend of ours has been begging J to go golfing with him for a while now. He’s not a golfer, but is going on a golf trip at the end of the month, so want to go with J to get some pointers. So, last night, this other couple and the two of us went to a golf course - actually my first experience on a REAL course. Had fun, but we didn't get started until 6:30 and we were slow because J is the only golfer and he had to limp along with us 3 really bad golfers. By 9pm we were only on the 7th hole (really, really slow). And of course at 9pm it is dark. The guys were finishing up on the green and then we were calling it quits...you couldn't see a thing.
Us girls were sitting in the golf carts waiting on them. We were bored....just chillin' in the dark. Oh, and we may have had a few beers. So as soon as they finished, the boys yelled for us to drive around and pick them up so we could head to the club house. Well, as I said, we were bored. So to spice things up a bit we decided to race - you know - golf carts that go like 11mph. I also mentioned it was dark? And the beers? Oh, and I can't see in the dark and I didn't have my glasses on? Just trying to paint you the picture here.
So we start off racing.
I maxed out around 11mph, my competitor’s cart was a tad bit faster at 11.5mph. We were speed demons. All of a sudden my friend’s slightly faster cart shoots off to the right. I probably should've wondered why, but with the wind blowing through my hair at 11mph the only thing on my mind was the open road and this 4-wheeled hog beneath me. Suddenly I find myself about a foot away from a 5 foot drop into the sand trap. Dude. I didn't even have time to hit the brake. In I went - nose first of the golf cart - golf clubs flying everywhere - me hanging on to the steering wheel, legs flapping in the breeze, driving like a bat out of hell at 11mph. In the instant it happened all I could think was - holy mother, I'm going to flip ass over end. Luckily (amazingly), all 4 wheels ended up on the ground. My next concern (when I abruptly went from 11mph to 3mph and left a face print on that stupid plastic windshield) was - oh crap, I'm sinking in the sand. I floored it (we're back up to 7mph now) and shot out of the trap leaving a trail of clubs in my wake and a 2 foot deep rut in the trap.
The adrenaline kicked in as well as the "Oh my god I'm still alive" high hit and I couldn't stop laughing. Hysterically. Ok - I also kind of wanted to do it again. Meanwhile, my husband (who takes golf very seriously, just witnessed everything, and is NOT laughing), is now stomping towards me (with a putter) and is about .2 seconds from blowing up. I'm pretty sure I've never seen his face that red. Did I also mention that this Devil's Sand Trap is located directly in front of the clubhouse? And as we were the last ones out on the course, the only remaining employee is standing outside waiting on us to come in. So - according to my superbly ticked off husband - he has just witnessed the whole thing, and is no doubt banning J from the course for life. Which, I reminded him (and in hindsight probably wasn’t the best time for rationality), had to be a bit of an exaggeration because I couldn't see the sand trap in front of my face until I was riding the holy rails of terror. J did not find this amusing. But to further prove my point, when we checked in the carts, the guy didn't even notice the trail of sand our little cart was leaving behind.
All I can say is, J would not have liked the original plan. I was going to stick a brick on the gas pedal, throw myself into the other cart and just see where mine went.
Good thing we couldn't find a brick.
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