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July 30, 2008

Recently Overhead In My Car

DD:  Mommy, mommy!  Did you see?  Did you see?  That man threw a cigarette out of his car.

Me:  I saw that.  That wasn't a good choice, was it?

DD:  No, mommy.  That's littering.  That's not a good choice.  And mommy, smoking isn't a good choice either, right?

Me:  No, DD, it's not a good choice.

DD:  Whymommy?

[Deleted -- 32 additional whymommies, and a public service announcement about smoking]

DD:  But mommy, you used to smoke, right?

Me:  Yes, DD.  It wasn't a good choice, was it?

DD:  No mommy, it wasn't.  But you stopped, right?

Me:  Yes, DD.

DD:  Whymommy?  Why did you stop?

[Deleted -- 9 additional whymommies and an explanation about why someone would quit smoking]

DD:  You stopped smoking when I was in your tummy.  Right?  Right mommy?

Me:  Yes, DD.

DD:  Whymommy?

[Deleted -- 14 additional whymommies, and a public service announcement about smoking while pregnant -- for the record, I smoked my last cigarette the night before the embryo transfer, quitting cold turkey]

DD:  Mommy, did the doctor take me out of your tummy?

Me:  Yes, DD.

DD:  When?  When mommy?  When did the doctor take me out of your tummy?

Me:  August (mumble, mumble) 2004.

DD:  (Looks puzzled) 

DD:  Hey, that's the same day as my birthday!  The doctor took me out of your tummy on my birthday!  That's pretty funny, mommy.  (Laughs like this is the best joke ever) 

Birthday.  I thought she knew what we've been talking about all these years.  Guess not.  Yet, this is the same child who can tell you that when you take a slice out of a sphere you get a circle. 

It makes me wonder -- what else hasn't she figured out yet?  I look forward to finding out, because she never stops making me smile.

July 29, 2008

I Know, I Know

If it's your blog, you can write what you want.  But, I've got to say that I really hate it in Blogland when July comes around.  Because that means that everyone, everyone is writing about BlogHer -- wanting to go, going, blogging live, blogging a recap, drinking the wine, eating the cheeseburgers (and taking pictures of them stuffed in your bra), and whatever.  OK, I get it.  It's fun.  And it gets better every year.  Even though there is some little piece of drama every year.  But, I must say, with all these posts about BlogHer, it makes it so much easier to catch up on my reading, because I just click past when I see what the post is about.  Because, you know, reading these posts makes me feel like I'm the designated driver.  Not fun.  I'm really on BlogHer overload right now, and honestly, nothing that I've read over the last few years has made me want to go.  Ever.

Anyway, Caroline at Some Pig wrote the perfect post about this (very tongue in cheek).  I'm excerpting, but the rest of her post (which includes commentary about Dr. Sears and mothering.com, among other things) is absolutely hilarious:

A Solemn Vow

If I ever should chance to go to BlogHer (no link here - go see any other female blogger's blog if you need one) I promise you - pinky swear promise you - I will not post the BlogHer triumvirate:

Post One:  Omigodomigodomigod!!!  I'm going to BLOGHER!!!!  I'm going to meet all my favorite bloggers and see all these people who aren't my family and maybe [insert name of exceptionally popular and terribly well known blogger here] will become my best friend and I'm soooo excited and of course I'm going to miss my family and my children but omigod!!!  Did I mention I'm going to BLOGHER????

Post Two:  Omigodomigodomigod!!!  Here I am at BlogHer and it's soooo much more fabulous than I even dreamed it would be and I've seen [moderately popular blogger] and [moderately popular blogger] and [obscure blogger] and they are all Just. So. Nice!!!  AND I saw [exceptionally popular blogger here] but [insert anecdote about how blogger was rude/distant/bored/busy/monopolized by organizers] and I was a little disappointed, to be honest, but she's sooooo popular I don't really hold it against her, and I had such a good time!!!  Maybe next year I'll be selected to read one of my posts - a girl can hope, can't she???

Post Three:  Omigodomigodomigod!!!  I can't believe it's been [x number of days] since I got home from BlogHer, and now I have to go back to real life with [husband/partner/spousal equivalent] and [kids] and the situation with my job/messy house/elderly parents/codependent cat didn't get any better, but it was just sooooo good to get away for a little while, I feel totally rejuvenated!  And I LOVE all my bloggy friends, LOVE LOVE LOVE you and hope you all get to go to BlogHer next year!!!  Especially [list of first names of people with no context], just remember, what happens at BlogHer stays at BlogHer!!!!

Having said that, if anyone wants to pay for me to go to BlogHer '09 so I can make good on this promise, I will gladly accept your sponsorship.  Maybe I'll be invited to read one of my posts!!!

Personally, I think she's captured the essence of the 500 or so posts that I've seen on the subject -- don't you agree? 

July 27, 2008

Update, And A Rant (Really, Really Long)

So, my doctor has agreed to let me start another cycle.  Apparently, the only time a back-to-back cycle would be an issue is if my ovaries were being stimulated (as is done in an IVF with your own eggs).  With an FET (frozen embryo transfer), they aren't.  And, there is a resting month, because I have to go through one birth control pill cycle.  I start my pills on Sunday, and I can go on vacation without a problem.  Transfer date is scheduled for 9/8.  Or, if that is inconvenient, then they can do it on the 9th or 10th.  I wish everything was as laid back as an FET cycle.  It's almost like George Carlin describing the difference between football (IVF) and baseball (FET).  It's just -- nice.

I do want to share a little bit of drama with you from one of my listservs, but it is very long.  Please know that I usually don't get into much back and forth on these listservs, unless someone really, really gets under my skin.  If you're not interested in breastfeeding and IVF/FET, and hearing about a**hats, then feel free to just move on.

It all started when someone said that she wanted to have another child (she would have to use ART [Assisted Reproductive Technology]), and she said that she assumed that she would have to wean (her child is 16 months old).  I told her about my experience with that issue, and referred her to "Medications and Mother's Milk" (Thomas Hale, Ph.D) so that she could discuss the matter with her doctor.  There was a bit of a tiff about that from another member, who flatly stated that you can't take Lupron and breastfeed because it is harmful to the child and it will "dry you up anyway."  Um, not quite.  I quoted what the Hale publication had to say about Lupron (absolutely no harm to the child, though there is a possibility of lactation suppression [you could "dry up"], but that is more likely to occur with a younger infant [probably where breastfeeding hasn't been established?]).  I offered to provide the research in support, but there were no takers.

I have to express a couple of biases right off the top -- if you don't know your a** from your elbow, then you probably shouldn't be giving anyone advice.  Or, clearly state that "this is just how I feel, but I haven't researched the issue."  (Although who wants to clearly label what they say as a**vice?)  The other bias I have is against the medical establishment generally when it comes to breastfeeding.  They are oh so quick to tell women to wean, when it is just not necessary.  Sometimes, there are no alternatives, but that is usually not the case when it comes to medications (see the Hale publication).  But, I digress.

There is a woman who responded to the post.  I'll call her "M."  M holds herself out as an expert in all matters that have to do with ART apparently:

I think also the success rate is affected by subtle hormonal changes while nursing, even infrequently.  No real studies have been done on this, so doctors are mostly erring on the side of caution -- considering what people will spend on treatments, doctors just want you to have the best possible chance, so even if there's a 5% chance that nursing would affect IVF, many people don't want to reduce the odds by that much.  I know I feel that way.  So I think for me I'd suck it up and wean and then begin my cycle.

Granted these are all really personal decisions.

"Suck it up and wean."  Very supportive, eh?  Perhaps a bit of a bias against breastfeeding?  (She later admitted that she had to take some sort of medication that was incompatible with breastfeeding when her child was two months old, so she had to "suck it up and wean," I guess, so everyone else should do it too -- though it makes me wonder if she had the Hale publication if she would have had to do that, but I digress again.)  In any event, she does say "I think," but then she tries to add some weight to what she's saying by adding "doctors are" and "doctors want."

I asked if there was anything, anything to support this little theory, as she did say that there haven't been any "real studies done on this" -- have there been any?  Even bad ones?  How about surreal studies, in the absence of "real" studies?  Her response (and in fairness, I'm only quoting part of her responses):

Like I said in my post there have been no real studies done.  This is just from years and years speaking to many different doctors about success rates and IVF and nursing.

Oh, OK.  Your "years and years" of speaking with "many different doctors."  That is helpful, and very authoritative -- not -- and FYI, what you are doing is called bolstering.  (BTW, I did Google her.  No medical degree, though she does have some experience in an ART-related area, but not what I would consider "years and years," since it totaled one year and ten months.  I'm not even sure if she has a degree, because the education part of the profile appeared rather opaque.  In fairness, I might have been looking at a profile from some other person with the same name who lives in the same city who claims ART experience; one never knows.)  Despite this, she was trying to sway another human being who was trying to make a very personal decision about whether to sever a part of the wonderful relationship that she had with her little one.

Just for the heck of it, I cut and pasted the text of what she had said into Google and searched on it.  Lo and behold, I found the exact same text on a message board, written in 2005 by someone calling herself "AntMom."  Again, no references, and nothing to indicate that "AntMom" has any medical background either.  With the exception that AntMom used 1% in her post, rather than the 5% that M used, the quote was verbatim, even down to the punctuation.

Since we were in a p*ssing contest, a very polite one I might add (though a bit passive-aggressive), I called her on it, because as I said, when you don't know your a** from your elbow, you shouldn't be giving a**vice -- unless you own it, without borrowing some unarticulated "authority" to bolster it.  And, had she said that this was just her personal opinion, I would have simply deleted her response without thinking much of it, other than "that's whack."

I do give her credit, because she immediately admitted to cutting and pasting this woman's comments.  She claimed that it was an accident that the attribution didn't copy with the quote.  (I guess it wouldn't attach, when you are representing something as your own thought.)  She also claimed that she'd quoted AntMom in a paper that she'd written a few years ago, which was properly footnoted (I hope she at least used the woman's real name, but seriously, why would you quote someone who also doesn't appear to know what the h*ll she is talking about?).

But, this response, of which I have only take a part (the rest went on about how she sincerely wished me the best in my upcoming cycle -- yeah, right), sent me over the effing cliff:

I am going to stick my neck out here since we are having such a meaningful conversation:)  Do you wonder why your FET's or fresh cycle didn't work?  I guess what I am saying is if I was spending thousands of dollars again to attempt to add to my family and my RE who has much more experience in the field of hormones, linings, etc than I ever will said to me, "M, we need you to stop nursing because we feel the subtle hormone changes can affect the outcome of your cycle, and this is why."  I'd trust my RE and not like the fact I'd have to wean, but I guess I would have to ask myself "What do I want to do more, continue to nurse, or do all I can to make sure I have the best chances for my upcoming FET or fresh cycle."

Then again [Midlife Mommy], that's just me.

Isn't she a sweetheart?  You know, I do believe in God, and I also believe in evil.  But I don't think that it comes to us dressed in red satin.  I think instead it's that little whispered voice who tries to fill us with doubt when we are vulnerable, trying to decide which path or decision to make.  One who makes an appearance by using the words of others when our hearts are troubled, or when there doesn't seem to be any hope for tomorrow.  You know, kind of like M when she said, "Do you wonder why your FET's or fresh cycle didn't work?"

Damn!  You're right.  It must be the breastfeeding.  That's why it hasn't worked.  But wait!  I went through four years of infertility treatment that was just as much a failure without breastfeeding (no baby to breastfeed!!).  Clomid, injections with insemination, and IVF. Four f*cking years.  And, when I was going back and forth with my doctor (who, by the way, is a pioneer in my state with regard to IVF) about nursing through a cycle, his only concern was that the medications might have an adverse effect on my daughter.  Not once did he spin this B.S. "subtle hormonal changes" hypothesis on me.  Not once.  (Besides, if there are "subtle hormonal changes," and M couldn't point me to a study on that either, then couldn't they have a positive effect?  Really, why not?  IMHO, the reason that the hypothesis would be in the negative is because in my experience, the medical community doesn't support extended breastfeeding, and they feel a need to explain cycles that don't work.) 

I guess what bothers me about this particular person is that her current position puts her in a place to actually influence people!  (I would link to her background, but that would just be mean.)  Of course I would like my cycles to be successful.  Of course!  The last time I had seven embryos left, they burned through all of them to get just two for transfer -- and that was unsuccessful.  I mentally hyperventilate when I think about it, because I am just not ready to give up on having another child.  If you could get something by wishing and praying very, very hard, or by being good parents who have everything to give to a little one, we would have another child.  Believe me.  I know that I've said that it would be easier to walk away after having my one child, but right now, that is hypothetical.  In the real world, dammit, I want another baby!  And, seriously, why would God gift babies to crack whores and sex offenders, and not to me (and my sisterhood of infertiles)?  Why the f*ck not?  (Honestly, between this and my mom's death, my faith is taking a beating, but that's another post.)

I researched this issue.  And researched it.  And there isn't jack out there.  Yet, when I asked my usual nurse, J, about whether there was anything I could do to increase the success of this cycle, she said honestly, there isn't.  (I'd just heard yesterday morning about a study that seemed to indicate that men shouldn't eat soy products when trying to conceive, presumably because of the natural estrogen?  I eat edamame just about every day, so I wondered if that might have an impact, though they do test my estrogen levels and they are where they want them to be.  I also wanted to know what he thought about acupuncture.)

I do give my doctor a lot of credit, even though we don't agree on the bed rest thing (that is his personal bias entering into the process, and it is not supported by current research).  He has admitted that while they can work to get good embryos, build a lining, address cycle and physical deficiencies, and control hormone levels, the one thing that no one has figured out yet is why one embryo implants and another doesn't.  He's also said that everything seems to be coming back to embryo quality as the best predictor of success, and there doesn't appear to be much that a patient can do, other than following the prescribed medication schedule.  I really believe that this little hypothesis is something that doctors use to try to explain why we fail, cycle after cycle.  But, it is an inexact science.  And the odds are against us in any given cycle.  So, it shouldn't be surprising that cycles fail.  Often.

But, during my ultrasound, J apparently called the sister office and spoke to another nurse (even though I asked her to talk with the doctor).  My, my.  What do you think the other nurse said?  Why, yes.  That I should wean.  And she would be more than happy to talk with me about this, because she didn't give J any inkling why she said that.  I was really hoping to get my doctor's take on acupuncture, edamame, and anything else that might be useful. Instead, I received some more medical establishment bias against breastfeeding (which never f*cking seems to end). 

You know, I didn't start out as such a breastfeeding advocate.  I didn't have an opinion one way or another.  Breast or bottle.  Whatever floats your boat.  I don't get exercised about it now, except to the extent that I see moms try to establish and continue a good nursing relationship and they run into a brick wall caused by physicians who haven't a clue.  (C'mon, regardless what they say about supporting breastfeeding, didn't you get a container of formula when you left the hospital?)

Frankly, I am glad that there are other reasoned people out there --  Robbin, for one.  I won't share her thoughts here, because I don't have permission to do so, but I do hope that someday she might post them on her blog.  She did give me an interesting link that I hope to get to hear one of these days:  http://mumsright.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=275049  So far, I haven't had 45 minutes to listen to the talk, but I understand that there is a paper associated with the lecture that I'm trying to get my hands on, and this may be it:  http://www.intuitiveparenting.info/cmps_index.php?pageid=bellies-birth-babies-articles-breastfeeding-ivf

I would be very interested in hearing from anyone with any information on this subject.  And if you have any research that draws a conclusion, one way or another, please share it.  But, M, if you happen to find this site, please know up front that I will delete your comments.  I've only done that for spam comments so far, but in your case, I will make an exception.  Oh, and M, have a nice day!

July 22, 2008

Happy Birthday

I have been wearing a "right hand ring" lately.  It's a beautiful, large London Blue Topaz in a filigree gold setting.  It is a deep turquoise, and it is the color of the Caribbean.  That color brings back good memories of taking cruises with loved ones.  Since my daughter's birth, we haven't done that.  But we will again, someday.

This is the first July 22nd that I didn't have someone special to call, just to say "Happy Birthday!"  Of course, it would have been unusual to catch her, since she had a tradition of going gambling on her birthday, just because it was supposed to be lucky.  Sometimes it was lucky, sometimes it wasn't.  It didn't matter; she was intimately acquainted with all of the slot machines ever invented.  She played whether she was winning or losing.  She and my father would go with my honorary aunt and uncle, M and N.

I remember last year this time as clear as day.  I received a call from my honorary aunt M (who also believes that you are especially lucky on your birthday).  It was late at night, and she never, ever calls me.  She said that she was worried, because when they were out, my mom couldn't walk very far without becoming winded.  I had been nagging my mom, hell, sometimes yelling at my mom, to go to a pulmunologist, but she was convinced it was "just asthma."  (As it turned out, it was fluid build up in her lungs due to further liver deterioration.)  I told M that I was afraid that she was going to die soon, because she just wouldn't listen to anyone.  I only half-believed what I was saying.

Because my parents always celebrated their birthdays with the slot machines, we developed our own tradition on non-birthday days.  My husband, daughter, and I would take my parents out for a nice dinner to celebrate my father's birthday and Mother's Day (though they were usually with us on Mother's and Father's Day; we just went out to brunch instead).  And we would do it again to celebrate Father's Day and my mom's birthday.  For some reason, we never got around to scheduling that second dinner last year.

And, last year, I was unusually late in giving my mom her presents.  She and my father came over to celebrate DD's birthday in late August.  We gave my mom her presents then, and DD opened hers as well.  I gave her the ring; it was my last gift to her.  I doubt she ever got to wear it.

So, now it sits on my hand.  I had an awful, fleeting feeling as I was wrapping it, thinking that it would come back to me someday, and hoping that day was a long time in coming.  As it turned out, it wasn't.  So, while I would rather be buying my mom more jewelry that she won't wear, I'll be sending a check to the American Liver Foundation in her honor.  It's not quite the same, but maybe, just maybe, it will help someone else keep her mom around a little while longer.  I would have moved mountains to keep mine, even giving her a part of my liver, but she wouldn't hear of it.

You know, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss her.  I wish I could call her.  I wish I could hug her.  I just wish I could be with her.  And I still can't wrap my arms around the fact that I won't ever get to see her again.  How is that even possible?

Wherever you are, I hope you know how much we miss you, how much I miss you.  Happy Birthday, mom.

July 21, 2008

That Dripping Sound Is My Heart Melting

In the evenings, after dinner, DH and I take turns getting some quiet time for ourselves, while the other parent spends time with DD.  It works out well for us, and she likes the individual attention.

Tonight, there wasn't much to do, because the stupid rain started again.  I decided we could fight it off, and we put up the patio umbrella.  It was OK for awhile, until our butts started getting wet, and DD said she was cold.  We went inside to watch an old PBS (I think) video that I have called "Planets," about, you guessed it, the solar system.  I did say that it was a video, and it is very old, so it goes without saying that Pluto still makes an appearance.  It has music, but no spoken words.  All of the relevant facts are captioned on the screen.  Kind of odd, but interesting.

We were snuggling under an afghan, I was reading the captions to DD and translating them into three-year-old speak, and we were discussing things like what happens when a volcano erupts (Io has many volcanoes, don't you know).  Of course, she always manages to ask a question to which I don't know the answer, like "why do some volcanoes stop erupting?"  I told her that I didn't know, but we could find out by doing some research on the Internet.  She said, "eh, I don't care."  (So why did you ask?  Ah yes.  The whymommy stage.  That's why.)

Anyway.  In the next moment, DD put her hand on my cheek, looked in my eyes, and said "I love you mommy."  And then she started to sing:

"There are things that make me mad.  But you are not one of them.

There are things that make me sad.  You are not one of them.

There are things that make you mom.  You seem to be all of them."

No, it's not an original.  It's from the Barenaked Ladies latest CD, "Snack Time."  It's really good, and it's DD's current favorite (though in the CD version, they say "dad" instead of "mom").

Earlier this evening, DD really made me mad while I tried to talk with her about why it was important to eat more than a few bites of yogurt for dinner.  (The rule is that she has to have a reasonable dinner if she wants some candy for dessert.)  She threw a magazine at me and gave me a paper cut across my jaw.  Needless to say, candy was off the table for the evening.  But, all was forgiven, I guess. 

You know, she always knows just what to say to turn me into a pile of mush.  And it works every time.

July 18, 2008

There's (Almost) Always Next Time

Third strike this morning, BFN (big fat negative).  I will go tomorrow for the "official" blood test (also known as a "beta").  Thank you for all the kind words, encouragement, and cyber hugs.

I'm already looking forward to next time.  I called the clinic and talked with a nurse this afternoon about the possibility of going into another cycle right away.  She said that she would have to talk with the doctor, and didn't I want to take a rest?  I told her that unless it would cause health problems, actually I would not like to take a rest.

The only complicating factor, rest or no rest, is the vacation that we have planned in August.  So, I gave her the dates, and she will talk to the doctor.  If my period starts timely, and it usually does, and if the doctor approves an immediate additional cycle (which just means starting birth control pills at this point), then the nurse thought that the vacation wouldn't interfere with anything.  On the other hand, it might take a little more gerrymandering if I have to take a short break.  So, we'll see.

On a brighter note, DD, DH, our handyman (M), and I went to hear a concert in the park this evening.  We haven't seen our handyman much lately, and we genuinely missed him.  DD squealed with excitement when she saw his van in our driveway.  He was married once, and it was to a crazy woman.  He is in his 50's, and he doesn't think kids are in the picture.  But, DD is kind of like an honorary kid to him.  They really like each other a lot.  In fact, she is the only child invited to his very large Christmas parties.  His house is clearly meant for adults, and filled with collectibles, but he knows that DD will not break anything.  I think she kind of likes the chocolate fountain that he always has.

On the way back home, M saw a firefly.  I told M that DD has no idea what a firefly is, so he caught one for her.  DD was riding in a wagon with our blanket that we'd used at the park.  M put the firefly on the blanket, and DD watched intently.  She got pretty bored when nothing happened.  Personally, I never realized how boring fireflies really are when they're not lighting up, so I can't blame her.  But, when I told her that he was a special bug because "his butt lights up," she was interested again.  And she cracked up every time he glowed, because all I need to do to get her to giggle is to mention the word "butt." 

I just love showing things to my daughter.  Seeing things through her eyes makes me feel like a kid once more.  And it is the kind of magic that I can believe in.

"Behold, I make all things new again."  Rev. 21:5.  (Really out of context, but it was ringing in my head as I was writing this.)

July 17, 2008

Strike Two

Not much else to say.  Another negative this morning.  Thanks for all the warm thoughts.

July 16, 2008

And It Slapped Me Too

OK, OK, inquiring minds want to know.

But, before I get to that, let me just admit the obvious.  I am a stick junkie.  'Round about this time, I need to find me something to pee on.  Now.  In fact, if I hadn't been so freaking busy, I would have started yesterday.

Until this cycle, I've always gotten the sticks that show a second line for a positive pregnancy test.  You know, two pink lines, two blue lines, or a cross.  I kind of shy away from the cup collection method, because quite frankly, I have a hard enough time not peeing on my hand using the more popular kinds.  I can't imagine how bad it would be if I tried to pee in a tiny little cup.

This time when I went shopping for sticks, the price differential wasn't that much, so I got the electronic ones.  You know, the EPTs that flash a message at you, so that everything is perfectly clear.  No squinting under the brightest light to see if there might be a faint line.  No sir, not for me.  Not this time.

And, this morning, I got my message -- NOT PREGNANT.  And then it called me a moron for thinking that it might be otherwise.  Those electronic sticks are quite progressive, no?

Sigh.  I know, probably too early.  But still, aren't the odds about 50/50 at this point?  That hope genie, she is a b*tch.

July 14, 2008

Kind Of Sad, Actually

Recently overheard at our house:

DD:  Daddy, "shot" is a word that has two meanings.

DH:  What are the meanings, DD?

DD:  There's "shot," as in "I shot you."  With a gun.

DH:  Yes, that's right.  What's the other meaning?

DD:  Well, then there's a "shot," like the kind you get when you are trying to have a baby.

(DD has been absolutely fascinated by my Lupron shots.  She always wants a front row seat.  Unfortunately, she apparently thinks that this what everyone does when they want to have a baby.  Lucy, I think I have some 'splainin to do.*)

*  Oh please, don't tell me you don't know where that comes from.  It will make me feel so old.

July 13, 2008

On Stopping

I just (within the last day) started reading a blog by a woman who has decided that she's not going to pursue infertility treatment any longer.  I haven't had time to read much of the blog, but apparently, even though she didn't feel comfortable using an artificial help to get pregnant, she did try anyway.  For quite awhile.  Now, at 44, she's decided to get off the merry-go-round.  No donor gametes.  No adoption.  She's made her decision to live child-free.  And that decision was not undertaken lightly.  I felt my heart break a little bit right along with her.

Having children (or not) is certainly a personal choice.  But, after reading a bit of her story, I realized that is not my story.  I never once thought that I wouldn't have a child.  I was willing to do anything -- anything -- to have one (well, anything legal, that is).  I just don't think that I ever would have gotten to the point of stopping.  It kind of makes things easier, I guess.  If you know that anything less than what you desire is not acceptable, you just keep going and going and going. 

When my doctor first brought up the idea of donor eggs, we had completed several cycles with injections and IUI.  I was angry that he had suggested it.  I wanted my "own" child.  But, as time went on, the pull to have a child became so much stronger and the importance of the genetic link became equally less important.  But, you know, if donor eggs hadn't worked for us, I would have moved on to adoption.  It would have hurt, to be sure, never to feel a child growing inside of me.  But the goal of having a child would have driven me, even past my fear of adoption. 

Just for clarification -- I don't fear adoption as much as I fear open adoption, and probably because I don't know anyone who has done it.  I know one person who has adopted, but it was an international adoption, so she will never have to forge a relationship with a first mom and dad.  I don't know why this would be so hard for me, harder than moving on to donor eggs, but I suspect that there are a lot of subconscious issues going on for me -- a fear that if it were my child, I couldn't let go; a fear that the relationship with the first parents would be fraught with conflict; a fear that no one would choose us; a fear that the first parents would change their minds; and, not the least of these fears, a fear of social services being able to yank the child away that first year (which would be the case in any adoption). 

So, that was how it was for me.  I was relentless.  I would not have given up my desire to have a child. 

But, the question now is what happens if I can't have another one?  For the longest time, that second child has called to me.  I don't feel like our family is complete.  But, if these embryos don't produce a child?  I don't know.  I think that I would be more accepting.  Because one beautiful child is such a blessing, all on her own.  She doesn't have to be part of a set, and honestly, it doesn't matter a whit to me that she doesn't have my genes.  I still see myself in her eyes, and in her mannerisms (especially the temper and the stubbornness -- ouch). 

But, if my friend (who works for social services) came across a special child, I just don't know what I would do.  She did have a circumstance like that recently.  She has been working with a set of grandparents who have custody of a wonderful four and six year old brother and sister.  The grandparents are in their 70's, and it is just too much for them.  They want to find a good home for their grandchildren, with parents who will allow them to continue to grandparent.  They think it is the right thing to do; I think it is a wonderful, selfless act.  Two more would be too much for us, but, I have to say, if that kind of situation came up with a singleton, if I'm honest, I would bug DH about going for it, long after all my frozen embryos are gone.  So, I guess I would never be ready to move on from the idea of two, but I could be happy with one.

It's just so hard to let go of a dream sometimes.

July 08, 2008

It's Amazing

What a pre-transfer Valium and a glass of wine can do for my mood.  I should do that more often.  And thanks to everyone who gave me cyberhugs.  It was appreciated.

Sorry about the pissy post on Sunday.  It's just frustrating sometimes, and this place is as good as any to vent.  Actually, it's probably the best place, because there aren't too many people IRL that can relate to all of this.  DH didn't really understand why I was so upset, because it really does only take one embryo, and who is to say that this isn't the one.  Secretly (or not so secretly), I think that he would like this whole thing to just be over and raise our one wonderful child, though he is completely on board with having another.  And, he would like it to be sooner than later, so he would like this to work as well.

So, the two week wait begins.  Well, actually, the twelve day wait at my clinic.  And my first night without my usual glass of wine.  I don't like that part, but on the bright side, it's less calories.  Though tonight, I made up for it with a couple small bowls of cheddar corn.  I usually do pretty well for the first week, and then I can't seem to stop obsessively looking for sticks to pee on.

On an unrelated note, I am feeling very tech savvy lately.  Yesterday, I added memory to my own computer.  All by myself!  They installed all new computers in my department at work, and the IT guy showed me how simple it was.  And, on a scale of 1-10, it's about a 2.  I rock!  And, since I do so much internet shopping, I downloaded the new PayPal plug-in.  For those of you who don't know, PayPal lets you send money to people without revealing your financial information to them (very popular on e-Bay).  You can pay by credit card or from your checking account (directly or with an e-check); I default directly to my checking account.  The problem with all my internet shopping is that most sites don't take PayPal.  And that wasn't helping my credit card balance very much (neither is Nutrisystem or my gasoline charges to be honest).  The PayPal plug-in generates a temporary credit card, so the merchant thinks I'm making a charge payment, but the money comes from my checking account.  So, I can at least try not to add to my gigantic balance with incidental purchases.  And, even though I got on the bandwagon very late, I also tried my credit union's electronic bill pay system.  It's amazing.  My check is directly deposited, and everything is paid out either automatically or through one-time payment that I can set up at my convenience.  I don't have to do anything at all (except show up for work).  Very cool.  I don't know why I didn't try this sooner.  Who needs Forever stamps when you have your computer?

I can only imagine what things will be like for DD when she grows up.  Actually, I can't imagine it.  But, she's on her way, rushing toward the future.  When I arrived at school today, she was using the class computer to play a game.  I came up from behind her, just so that I could watch her undisturbed.  She was so at ease with the mouse, just clicking away. 

Life is moving so quickly.  When my grandmother was born (the only one I ever knew), they had gas lighting and horse-drawn carriages.  I remember talking with her about all the marvels that she'd had an opportunity to see in her lifetime.  She died in 1987, and we've moved light years further technologically since that time.

Today, I told DD that I can't believe that my little girl is going to be four soon.  Four!  I asked if she would please make an exception for me and stay little.  She said that she couldn't.  "Everyone grows, mommy.  But, when I grow up, I'm going to have children.  And I'm going to name them Ellie, Pace, Lightning, and Lemonhead."

I can see it now.  Lemonhead on my knee, listening to how I thought electronic bill payments were so forward thinking.  I imagine s/he (is that a girl's name or a boy's name?) will equate that with gas lighting. 

And we'll have come full circle.

July 06, 2008

Aw, F*ck It

I know that this is the multiple glasses of wine talking, but I am just getting tired of it all.  I guess you just get what you ask for.

We had four PNs (pronuclei, frozen before the first cell division).  They were frozen two each in two straws.  And, we were told that we also have a straw of two and a straw of three at varying stages of development.  We decided to thaw two PNs, and if neither survived, move on to the next straw of PNs.  If none survived, then we would move on to the next straw of two.  If none survived, then we would move on to the last straw of three (and we would transfer whatever thawed).  The point of all of this is -- NO MULTIPLES.  The risk is that there will be NO PREGNANCY.

In my heart, I was hoping for two embryos, since FETs are not as successful as fresh transfers.  The PNs are supposed to have better thaw results.  I really didn't want to transfer three, so we didn't authorize thawing another straw if only one survived.

But, we received our embryo report today on the answering machine.  Only one PN from the first straw survived.  So, we will have one embryo to transfer, and I don't even know if it is a "good" one.  One.  After all the injections, the weight gain, the aggravation -- one f*cking embryo.  I wanted two.  Even feeling the fear of multiples, I wanted to transfer two.  Because the odds are better for a pregnancy.  Because I'm just sick of this.  Sick.  Sick.  Sick.  Do you know that I have likely gained back the 12 pounds I lost on Nutrisystem?  I'm too depressed to get on the scale, but my clothes aren't lying to me -- they are tight.  And what do I have to show for this?  NOTHING.

We started trying to have a child immediately after we got married in September 1999.  DD was born in August 2004.  Yes.  Five f*cking years to get from point A to point B.  And then, I willingly jumped on this roller coaster again last year.  Since then, we've had two FETs, one fresh transfer (with a new donor and all the expense that entails), and now we are on our first FET with this donor.  I know, I know, it only takes one embryo.  But, with DD, we transferred three on a fresh transfer.  Two implanted.  One survived -- DD.

I'm just depressed right now.  I know what the standard advice is (hell, I've given it myself).  Positive thoughts, positive thoughts, positive thoughts -- because hey, it only takes one embryo.  But honestly?  I don't think that makes one f*cking bit of difference whether I'm positive or not.  Seriously.  All a negative test at the end of all of this will do is leave us with more agonizing, because there are seven more embryos waiting for us.

And, stupid me.  If this doesn't work, I will be cajoling the nurses to figure out a way that we can do a back-to-back cycle and still be able to take our measly once a year vacation in August.  And oh, don't I remember that sh*t all too well.  Everything in our lives revolved around the stupid RE and my stupid cycle for all those years.  And we are back on the that merry-go-round again.

OK, I did warn you that I'd had lots of wine tonight.  It will be my last for awhile, though I will probably sneak one more glass in tomorrow night.  Sorry for all the negativity.  And it doesn't even feel better getting it off my chest.

F*ck, f*ck, f*ckity f*ck.

July 03, 2008

Cute Overload

DD went to the princess birthday party on Tuesday night.  Let me say at the start that I effing hate middle of the week birthday parties.  I don't get it -- is it cheaper on a weeknight?  I would be willing to chip in for the extra cost if we could please, please have these parties on a Friday night.  We skipped out on the last birthday party that one of DD's school friends had, because it started at 5:00 on a school night, which would have meant that DH or I would have had to take time off from work to attend.  DD has never let us forget that we didn't take her.  At least this party started at 6:00.

Anyway.  This was B's princess birthday party.  There were eight girls total, and probably ten adults.  We were directed to our own table, where we were served sweetened tea, which was really quite good.  In the space of a half an hour, they were able to get princess gowns on all eight girls, do their hair, put on glitter, bracelets, and necklaces, and practice a princess pose.  All of the girls were announced, and they all had a chance to show the mommies and daddies their princess pose.  Most had stage fright, and DD was one of them. 

They were seated and had a lesson on etiquette (princesses don't wipe their hands on their dresses, princesses don't chew with their mouths open, princesses always put their napkins on their laps, princesses always share, etc.).  Then they had cookies and pink lemonade (the adults were given cookies as well).  Later, they had ice cream and cake (and so did we).  They also had a fashion show, dancing, a visit from the fairy godmother, songs from the head princess, and present opening.  Finally, there was a dance with Prince Charming (B's daddy).  Very sweet.  DD had a wonderful time, and she was given a photo of all the girls together posing with the head princess (for some inexplicable reason, DD appeared to be screaming in the picture -- totally charming, I can assure you).  Unfortunately, it was past DD's bedtime by the time we got home.  DD was wound up, but mommy and daddy were exhausted.

We are going to have our annual 4th of July party tomorrow, but it is going to be smaller than usual.  Just my dad, possibly DD's godmother and daughter, and DH's nephew, wife, and their three kids.  Last year, it was a lot bigger, because it included my mom and my brother and his family (but, since we're not talking anymore, they're not coming).  We are on the parade route, and it is quite elaborate.  It lasts about an hour, and possibly more this year, since it's an election year and and all the politicians like to pass out things.  It is a great parade for the kids, because they can make out like bandits with candy and other things. 

Hopefully, the parade will start at the end of our street.  If not, then that means that we will be at the end of the parade, which means less goodies for the kids.  After the parade, I've got munchies and swimming planned, then lunch (take out -- you didn't think I would be cooking, did you?), and then everyone will likely go home late in the afternoon.  My father wants to spend the night, because DD's godmother is having a graduation party tomorrow for her eldest.  I don't quite understand why he wants to stay over here, because we are very north, and the graduation party is to the east and nowhere near our house, but whatever.  I told him that we plan on going to some fireworks in the evening, and the next day holds breakfast, swimming lessons, errands, and then we will go to the graduation party.  I worry that he will be bored, but it's up to him.  I honestly don't have time to entertain him and get everything done that I need to get done.  But he's certainly welcome to the TV and the guest room.  He would also have time for a nap, which is always nice (at least I think so).

And Monday is the big transfer day.  This morning, they told me that my lining is 11 mm (they look for at least 7 mm).  So, that's good, though I'm fat as a cow as a result (have I said how much I hate Estrace lately?).  The ultrasound technician was a little weird.  She claimed that she'd seen me before, but I don't think so.  Most of these visits with the dildo cam (as it is affectionately known by us stirrup queens) are only a few minutes long.  This took at least ten minutes, punctuated by "hold your breath.  OK, breathe."  Times 20.  WTF?  Maybe she is just exceptionally thorough, but now I totally understand why they were running late today.  We will get our embryo report on Monday morning before the transfer.  Ironically, I had the opportunity to meet the embryologist this morning, as she just happened to be in the office.  This was very unusual, because the office that she works in (the sister clinic) is about 45 minutes away.  She is not our normal embryologist, but she appeared to know what she was doing, and she understood our thawing instructions.  Bonus points there, I guess.

That's about it.  Sorry if I'm not commenting much.  I am so far behind on blog reading, it's not funny.  At one point, I zeroed everything out (I was around 800-900 unread posts, and I couldn't seem to catch up).  That was really a freeing feeling.  But, my counter is back up to over 100 again, and I'm starting to feel antsy about it.

Oh, I almost forgot.  Today was a historic day at our house.  The occasion?  DD's first skinned knee.  Really, you'd think that this would have happened by now, but it hasn't.  I bought her a pair of cute flip flops in response to her repeated pleas, but I also warned her about running in them.  Well, this evening, she tripped and fell while -- what else -- running.  Sigh.  This will be the first of many skinned knees, but I hope that she isn't such a wimp about it next time.  For all the drama, you'd have thought she'd broken her leg.

Ah well.  That's about all the news that is fit to print on our side of the world.  Have a great 4th of July!

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