And they are off!

Ok, exciting day today. Today my eggs were sucked out of my ovaries, combined with the "Sample" of Mr. Man, and now we are making the test tube babies. Yeah. I woke up this am about 3:00 and could not fall back asleep. Not really knowing how to be stressed outside of work, I did not realize I was anxious until DeJ woke up and pointed this out. I mean, how was I supposed to know that 4 hours of catching up on tivo, and watching a movie named "haunted Prison" was a symptom of my anxiety. This coupled by the fact I could not eat or drink anything I was very ready to get to the doctor and get this over with. By the by, check out Hunted prison, especially if you love super cheesy gorey movies with stereo-typical characters and a predictable ending. Ahhh... I love crap tv.

To spare the delicate readers out there I will not describe where the wicked long needle went, but safe to say that I believe that is what I was most nervous about. Although I have to say after three weeks of hormones I was very ready to get this all done. My nurse was spectacular, thank you Katie, and once my Anesthesiologist gave me my first taste of Versed all things became calm, and I literally woke up, got dressed, and left 30 minutes later. So easy. I guess I was directing the anesthesiologist while I was twilighty, so that is so me. I have been a little crampy since then, but nothing a little Tylenol can not cure.

DeJ has been very supportive today, a whole lot of beautiful sentiments and hand holding. So, it is a relief that it is all out of my hands now. SO grow babies grow! I look forward to meeting you. L

Cycle day 7/that is just about the most boring title ever!

So As you can see from the above this is cycle day 7.  Just five burny injections to go until the next probe invasion from my Doctor.  All is well, my e2 is closing in on 500, and after missing my first injection, misfire!, my numbers and ovaries are swelling like a mosquito on an artery!  

We signed our consents today.  The consents were for what to do in the event we produce babycycles (forzen embyos)  and one us of croaks, what to do with the potential offspring.  You would think we would be romantic and "Ohh, I would grow it just to remember you by", but we were both, "donate them to science".  Sentimental we are not.  Day 7 is coming and going, and Paige and I are off to Trader Joe's for life's little essentials...chocolate!

Stim Day 1

Stim Day one seems pretty weird as a title.  This means I start the hormones that will fire up my ovaries.  I do feel a bit anxious today, and tired at the same time.  Boy o boy, just two more weeks of this to go.  I have gotten over putting a needle into my skin, you would not believe how much I freaked out the first time.  I made DeJuan do it.  You figure 14 years of doing it to other people  it would be supper easy.  Now I have 3 injections a day, plus a baby aspirin, which I have not taken today because it gives me heart burn.. sigh.  Baby better be worth it.... (of course it will!) 

I keep reading the IVF forums and so many woman are so sad and want it so much.  I do not count myself as one of them.  I want a baby, and I guess in my shoes right now, we have not failed and so that seem far away as a possibility.  But I guess we will know by Nov 1.   Paige seems excited about it all.  I have a cold today so my head is clogged and maybe I am apprehensive about diapers and breast feeding and toddlers again.  I am sure I will be more excited in a month.  L

Me too, me too!

From Sarah to Heather to Me!

Inspired by the amazing women above me, one who I briefly met, instantly liked, and know must be very cool to be Mrs. Starbird's bestest friend!  And the other of course is the brand new Mrs. Starbird! I have decided to embark out into the blogosphere.

Coming up with the first subject to blog upon is a difficult one. Do I write about parenting.. or my psyche, or my psychic? Do I choose our economy or health care, or my hair? McCain, Obama, the general election, a yeast infection> (yuck) Oh, but I babble on.

Fall has struck the NW. This is by far my favorite season. I love to watch our leaves turn and know that because the NW is mostly evergreen we will have great color through our even grayest of months. I love watching Hercules, the bullish boxer, and his broken friend bear fight for the downed pears. I love the smell of woodsmoke from both early fires and the last of the summers barbeques.

This year we purchased the most suburban of items. No, not a mini van, DeJuan would vomit. We bought a lovely hot tub. Diligently care for by the hubby, who has run through a few bottles of tester strips, it provides chlorine comfort of the best kind. I love to sit out in and watch the stars and satellites soar above my head . I hate the naked run into the house afterwards. I like to open up the hot tub so DeJuan has to do the bare assed sprint back into the house after securing the hot tub's cover. I also like watching the naked fun run up the stairs from the saftey and warmth of the dining room!

Today I went to the last of my pre IVF ultrasounds. It seems even with the assault of Lupron and birth control pills, my little fertility systems keeps rocking on. In the next two weeks I will get daily intructions of medication combos, and every other day blood tests, until on the 10th they will stick a huge needle through my gut and siphon out eggs for fertilization. They will then grow those eggs for 3-5 days and then put them back in. I will have to give myself as much as four different shots every day, twice a day! And then we hope for the next three weeks that we get one, but not three feti. I do not know the plural of fetus. At anyrate, stay tuned for more of me and my uterus!
Anyway, enough about me!!

Next blog: Palin and my uterus!