Month: December 2012

Doing Shots

Tuesday, December 4th, 2012.  CD8.

I started the Menopur shots last night; same dosage as the last cycle, 75iu per night for five nights.

You would think that after all the shots I’ve had to get and give myself that I wouldn’t be such a little girl about it, but last night was pretty bad.

I spent a half hour watching YouTube videos of women mixing medications and giving themselves shots, and then another ten minutes psyching myself up in the mirror to actually stab that tiny little needle into my belly.

It didn’t even hurt, but I was such a wimp about it.  I’m hoping tonight will be better.

Perhaps since the husband will be home, that will pressure me into doing it quickly and getting it over with.  Sometimes peer pressure is actually helpful.

So that’s it with the meds.  Just a shot a night till Friday, when I have a monitoring ultrasound with Dr. K, and hopefully some fat follies ready to pop.  I’m hopeful, but not anticipating, that the trigger will be over the weekend.  The husband has the day off on Saturday, and that would be a great day to… you know.  Do that one thing.

Oh hey, want a moving update?  Here it is!

We finalized everything with the apartment move-out over the weekend.  Well, on Sunday – my birthday – to be exact.

And by we, I mean me.

All alone, painting walls white and carrying paint cans and ladders out to my car while the husband was working.

*cue the violins*

Thankfully, I’d had help from the world’s best in-laws with the painting earlier in the week, so it didn’t take nearly as long as it could have.

We are officially IN our new house!  The painting is mostly complete, with just one little ol’ wall I want to adjust.  We have boxes everywhere, and most mornings I can’t find my pants, but it’s slowly coming together.

We have a little housewarming shindig planned for the end of the month, and I’m excited about having people over for the first time in… forever!  We always had crappy little apartments filled with cats and dogs, and never wanted to really have people come over and hang out, but with this new house, that’s all changed.

We have space now.  Space for the feline tenants to hide when company comes over, and space for their litter boxes to inhabit and not generally gross out anyone within proximity.  (For the record, we do clean them daily, but we have one fat cat who shall remain nameless that refuses to “cover” his eliminations.  Ugh.)

We have a yard where people can congregate, and may even have a fire pit when warmer weather arrives!  We can grill out on the patio, and the dog can run around with whatever kiddos might be over, and the adults can relax and play cards and have drinks and food and generally just be merry.

It’s idyllic.  Seriously.

I never fancied myself a girl for the suburbs, but I’m coming around.  🙂

Once we get things a little more organized and put some pictures on the walls, I’ll post some photos.  Until then, it’s going to be a straight-up free for all to get this place in order.

And, you know, Christmas, birthdays, our anniversary, and New Year’s.

No biggie.

Thankfully, it’s eat-your-feelings-and-stress season.  😉

Happy Holidays!



In the past year, I have grown so much.

I’ve learned more about myself than I ever expected, both in good ways, and in bad.

Thirty-one has brought me from grasping at straws with my doctors to a new place where I feel confident in my care and treatment.

Thirty-one brought me my first confirmed pregnancy.

Thirty-one also took that pregnancy from me, and taught me what it truly means to lose.

While I am blessed to have so much support and to have had the chance to really explore my feelings over the past year, I am not sad to see it go.

I love that my birthday is in December.  It’s right near Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the end of the year…

My birthday is, in so many ways, an ending and a beginning.  A chance to start fresh.

I just get a little more of a head start than the rest of you who have to wait until New Year’s.  😉

Thirty-one is done.

Thirty-two is now.

This is my year.  I know not to put undue expectations onto life after so much time and grief has passed, but I just have this feeling.

I feel like 2013 is going to be the best year of my life, and I will be thirty-two for most of it.

And so, bring it on, Thirty-Two.

I’m ready.  🙂

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