November 10th, 2011. CD15.
I know, I know.
I’m a sucky blogger.
I’ve been absent for far too long, and for that I’m sorry. After the outcome of the last cycle, I was a little gun-shy, and felt like taking a step back.
No longer, though!
Things have changed, and I’ve come to peace with the fact that this road to a baby is fraught with all sorts of hangups and hiccups and big-ass potholes the size of Michigan. I’ve reevalutated some things, and come to accept that if I’m going to pursue this goal, I’m going to just have to put on my big girl panties and deal with it.
So I’ve been gone a while… Time for updates!
When last we spoke (or I spoke, I suppose, and you listened. Or read. Whatever.), I was distraught because my beta came back inconclusive and I had to repeat it. Obviously, it came back negative the second time, and I went on to eat my feelings for about a week.
Luckily it was Halloween and there was candy available.
Since then, things have been interesting. Let me give you a little stream of consciousness update of my activities of late:
Workplace Halloween party = success. Dressed up like a contestant on The Bachelor, along with several other girls, and one lucky guy who got to dress as the bachelor himself. There were games, and cupcakes, and adult beverages to be had. I skipped those and pounded Midol, but it was still a grand old time. …I wish Aunt Flo hadn’t interfered in my plans to attend the downtown Toledo zombie bar crawl that night, but alas, there’s always next year.
Talked to Dr. Fran a bit about the timing for the November cycle, and decided that IUI isn’t in the cards for us this month. I have social plans, and I can’t be all like “Hey girls, you go on ahead and grab lunch. I just gotta run out and get inseminated real quick, but I’ll meet up with you after and we can buy some cute shoes!”
We agreed that I would continue with the Femara and Prometrium, but since my social agenda gets in the way of a lot of appointment timing this month, I’m skipping the Ovidrel. Today is my CD15, and I’m fairly certain that ovulation is happening today or tonight. Wheeee!
We also decided that I am going to take some time off from the meds in December. We can reconsider our options in 2012, but I don’t want to be crazy from medications at Christmas. I mean, that’s what family’s for, right?
Last weekend, I went on a little overnighter with my girlfriends, as we met up back in our old stomping grounds in West Michigan. It was so good to spend time with a whole bunch of my favorite females again! We had a ton of fun, even though there were some awkward moments where two girls would be talking about their babies, one girl would pitch in with her current pregnancy status, and I would comment on the saltiness of the soup. Soooo… yeah. Still though – totally needed that weekend.
Oh, and another awesome thing about last weekend was the fact that it fell within days of the month that I can imbibe some spirits, yo. And I totally did. Pitcher of margaritas, anyone? Later in the evening, my friend’s baby was ordering me drinks from in utero. Turns out baby likes cotton candy martinis. Who knew?
Work has been going well, and I’m staying busy. I love my job. Seriously… I know people say that, but maybe they just can’t appreciate how truly horrifying a workplace can be. I have been there, and it was filled with pretty dresses. I now sit at a desk all day, under a skylight, next to a big plant, and in front of a computer. Some might say that sounds boring, but I freaking love it.
Also, it’s nice that I have enough time during lunch to update my blog. (Oh crap, only four minutes left!)
One of my coworkers talked me into seeing a chiropractor for my neck and back tension and recurring headaches, and yesterday was my first appointment. Dr. Bonecruncher was very nice, and as soon as she touched the tensed up baseballs in my shoulders that are supposed to be muscles, she told me she was sending me directly to physical therapy after my x-rays. Physical therapy was basically some kind of electrical probes stuck on my shoulders and back, and they tingled and it felt amazing. They also did some kind of vibrating back massage thing that was like heaven. I think I’m gonna like Dr. Bonecruncher.
Even though she usually doesn’t do adjustments on the first trip to her office, the good doctor did a small adjustment on my neck, which made me feel like my head was popping off. She said my neck was so out of place that she was surprised I could sleep at night. She also told me that she sees solutions to fertility issues in her office all the time, and although she wasn’t guaranteeing anything, I might be able to see some benefits in more ways than just better posture and fewer headaches. I go back in a week, and I can’t wait to see how screwed up my back is on those x-rays!
The best thing going on right now in my life is happening in less than twenty-four hours. It’s officially time for the annual Deer Widows Weekend shopping trip with the women of the family and the crazy church ladies. I know you’re jealous.
So, in case you have no idea what I’m talking about, this is how Deer Widows Weekend goes down:
Friday – get up at ass-crack of dawn, pack warm clothes and stretchy pants for a whole weekend, and drive to Frankenmuth, Michigan, where it’s Christmas all year.
Arrive in town around lunchtime and shop at the cute little boutiques and cheese shops. Seriously. They have shops that only sell cheese. And sausage. It’s a Bavarian town, people, the sausage is big there.
(That’s what she said.)
Anyway, after shopping in town, we check into our hotel and prepare for the rest of the day which will include shopping at Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland (THE BIGGEST CHRISTMAS STORE EVARRR!!), and dinner at Zehnder’s. If you’ve never had family style dinner at a Bavarian restaurant, drop your laptop and head to Michigan. For reals. Their fried chicken and buttered noodles will change. your. life.
We will then end the day in the hotel, sorting through our purchases and gorging ourselves on leftover chicken and Bavarian cheeses.
Saturday – Up at ass-crack of dawn yet again, this time to prepare for a day of outlet mall shopping. The crazy church ladies have it down to a science at this point. I have had coupons and maps printed for weeks, and I am ready for battle. Look out, women of Birch Run! I am ready for some bargains!!
A late dinner will follow the shopping adventure, and then we sometimes head back to Bronner’s if we have forgotten any important Christmas paraphernalia in our previous trips. After all of that, it’s back to the hotel to sort out our purchases and relax a bit.
Sunday – Pack for home, and make room in the car for any last minute purchases that might occur on the way out of town. Because they always do…
The best part of this whole weekend is going to be spending time with my mom, little sister (it’s her first trip!), and my sister-in-law, who I know is not a huge shopper, but who I’m sure will find things to love about this trip as well. I mean, she gets to spend time with me, and I may or may not have started taking the crazy pills by the end of the weekend, so BatshitcrazyTracy might at least be a little bit entertaining.
Plus we get to spend money! Without any men around to tell us not to! Yesssss!
So anyway, I’m pretty psyched about tomorrow and the upcoming weekend. I’m taking a day off of work, and heading out early on my own little road trip, and the poor husband will be home alone with the pets. Oh whatever will he do without me?
…I somehow get the feeling he will fill his lonely hours with football and other such mindless entertainment, the evidence of which will be mysteriously erased from my laptop’s memory by the time I return home.
So, the moral of that mind-numbingly long story is that I am happy. I am content with where I am right now, and I am trying not to be stressed out about what may (or may not) come. I have decided not to spend the holidays medicated, and we can revisit our infertility issues after the new year.
Until then, the holidays are practically upon us!
Joy to the World, bitches!
…And, happy spending, fellow shoppers!
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