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Things That Are Good

Today’s blog post is brought you by things in my life that are good (spoiler alert: it’s ALL THE THINGS), and Liz Lemon.

Why?  Because I’m happy, and because it’s my damn blog, and because Liz Lemon is my spirit animal.



So I know I haven’t posted in a few weeks, and it’s mainly because I’ve just been so darn busy.

Yeah okay, some of that busy-ness has been in the form of catching up on my dvr-ed programming, eating whatevathecrap I feel like, and generally carving out a deeper ass-indent in my couch, but some of it has actually been productive, yo!

But really, I’ve been up to some things in my regular old life these days.

THINGS, you guys.

Firstly, I’m like 98.56% sure that I ovulated on cycle day 15 last month.


WHAT?  Like, without drugs??

Uhh… apparently so.  The new herbs McStabby has me taking seem to be working some kinda miracles down-unda, and I’m hoping the miraculous normality continues into this month.

So yay for functioning girly-bits!

Also, McStabby totally went all bitter renegade Infertility Advocate on me at my last appointment.  Seriously.  He was all like “UNEXPLAINED INFERTILITY IS SUCH A BULLSH*T NON-DIAGNOSIS, GOD!” 

It was crazy, and awesome, and I almost would have laughed, but I was too impressed.  Basically, he is like SO OVER hearing about unexplained infertility as a hard and fast diagnosis.  He wants some of his UI patients to start looking more into other causes of infertility, like immunological issues and bacterial infections.

There are really no reproductive immunologists in this area, so he wants me to start with my OB rather than my RE.  He said that the OB may be more receptive to requesting some of these tests, and less likely to blacklist me from the office for even asking.

Because, you know, I see an acupuncturist, take Chinese herbs, and want to talk about antibiotic therapy and testing for immunological disorders, and I guess some fancy doctors don’t like that stuff.

So I’m trying to decide if this is a path I want to explore, or if I want to just want to keep on keepin’ on with the whole “infertility on the back burner” thing.

It’s a conundrum, to be sure.  I have no idea what to do here.

Aside from that, another cool thing happened:

I made a friend on Facebook.  A FRIEND WHO LIKES BOOKS.  I ran into her a while back in the comments section of a book blog I read, and she and I bonded over our shameful love of Bar Rescue marathons (don’t judge me).  I recognized her name as a news reporter for a local station, and lo and behold, she is also on the Facebooks and is totally friends with another blogger I love.

It was sorta meant to be, you guys.

Anyway, I sent her an email letting her know about the new RESOLVE support group I was looking to promote, and asked whether she thought the station would be willing to share a flyer on their website or via social media or something, and she was like “why don’t you come on my Sunday cooking show and we can talk about it on the air?”

And I accepted.

I was nervous as all get-out, but I think I actually spoke in coherent sentences (without any accidental swearing, yay!).

One thing did happen that I feel badly about, but I didn’t realize it until well after the show had already aired…

Prior to the taping, I was talking with my interviewer and a few other people in the room about infertility, and about people they knew that had struggled to get pregnant.  One of the women mentioned her sister, who had had years of trouble conceiving, and we talked about her sister’s stories of a coworker who was an unhealthy drunken chain-smoker that had magical Duggar-like fertility.  We’ve all heard stories like this, and it’s enough to make a compassionate infertile roll her eyes at the injustice of it all.

During the interview, I said something like “why can the girl at work who drinks and smokes get pregnant, and not me?”, generalizing, and referring to that bit of conversation we’d had off camera.  Apparently, some people I work with may have thought I was actually talking about someone specific in our office who is pregnant (and not a drunken chain-smoker at all, by the way)… which came to a bit of a shock to me, because OMG I WOULD NEVER!

I feel like such an a-hole, even though it was a completely innocent comment that had nothing to do with anyone I actually know.


So, you know… Tracy – 0, Tracy’s Foot-in-Mouth – 68,759.

Oh right.  Here’s the link to the video… I’m after the Fitbit segment at about 2:40.

And you know the best part of that day?  I spent two days prior deciding on what to wear, ultimately coming up with a navy sweater over a coral shirt and some light khaki pants.

You know what happens when you wear khakis, right?

Yep.  Tracy – 0, Scumbag Uterus – 159

Okay, so I guess that was a good thing with some bad undertones… but ultimately it was a good thing, so it still fits within the parameters of this good-things-and-Liz-Lemon-themed blog post.

YESSIR.  Still counts.

The last good thing I want to talk about is my RESOLVE support group.

We met for the first time last night, and while I can’t discuss specifics, I can tell you that we had a pretty nice turnout for a first meeting!  Six women attended, and I feel like it was a great mix of people in different stages of their journey to parenthood.  We had some lively conversations, there were a lot of different topics thrown out for further discussion at upcoming meetings, and I feel like the women who attended really wanted to be there.

This group means a lot to me, both in the sense that doing the legwork to make it happen is very fulfilling, but also in the sense that I have really been missing being a part of a group that exists because of a shared passion.

Also, we’re kind of like the really sassy Island of Misfit Toys, and I kind of love that.

So it’s all good right now.

Like, ridiculously good.

Marriage?  Good.

Work?  Good.

DVR capacity?  Good.


Bring it on, life.  I’m pretty happy accepting only good things from you for a change.

Let’s keep up the good work, eh?


Toledo Area Infertility Support Group

This is a project that’s been a long time coming, both for me, and for this area.  Please feel free to share this post, this image, and the Resolve Toledo email address, toledoresolve@gmail.com.

Thank you!

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Why I’ve Been Quiet…

…And first of all, let me calm those of you who dread blogger pregnancy announcements by saying that NO, I am most definitely NOT PREGNANT. The rest of the story is a little harder to explain, however. I’ll be honest, I’ve felt very strange lately.  I mean, I’m still part of the infertility community, but

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August 11th, 2011.  CD8.

The one word that describes my life at present?


1.  My last day of work is tomorrow.  Not my last day of work at my current job, but my last day of work for the forseeable future… I do not have another job lined up in our new town.  Yet.

2.  I am currently waiting to hear back about an interview I had on Tuesday.  The job seems so perfect for me, and I know I would love the new challenge.  I sent thank-you notes to follow up with the interviewers, and received an email back from one of them letting me know she thinks I’m perfect for her team, and that she is working on an offer for me.  …I only hope it all works out.  We are definitely not prepared to be a one-income couple just yet.

3.  We are moving on Saturday… that’s two days from now.  My whole life is half in boxes and half waiting to be packed up.  The new place has yet to be painted, and the current place needs to be touched up before we can leave it for good.

4.  Sunday is the day our move should be mostly complete.  Paint will be dry and furniture will be moved in.  We should be able to stay the night in our new home in three days…Even if we do end up sleeping on a mattress on the floor the first night or two.

5.  Monday is the settling-in day, and thankfully the husband has the day off of work.  The cable and internet installer will come by, and we will be able to arrange furniture, set up our kitchen, and put some nails in the walls.

6.  Tuesday is the day I’m planning to move the cats from the current place to the new place.  I still have yet to call the vet and find out how much sedative is appropriate for a 28-pound cat… Oh, and not to throw anything else on my already heaping plate, but Tuesday morning is my appointment with Wandy at the optometry office.  If Ollie is growing well, I will be instructed to trigger by this time next week.

…And with the trigger comes the other thing.  The Sexy-Time thing.  I barely know what that is anymore, to be honest.

You see, what with the stress of the move, the husband’s identity theft issue, my untimely UTI, the subsequent antibiotics that made me rather pukey, Aunt Flo’s unwelcome arrival, and the Femara side-effects, we have had somewhat of a dry spell lately.

Like the Sahara.

But hey, nothing like an exhilarating big change in life, and some new paint on the walls to inspire one to get back on the horse, as it were.

…I’m sure the husband appreciates being referred to as “the horse“, by the way.

You’re welcome, honey.  Now the whole world knows.

Anyway, if I’m distant for the next week or so, you have officially been warned as to why that may be.  I’m hopeful that once our new internet service is installed, I will be able to update you on the progress of this cycle.  The progress of the move may be slow, but by the end of August three things will be certain:

1.) We will have officially and completely made the transition from residents of the Detroit suburbs to residents of the Toledo suburbs, 2.) I will know if I will have a new job to go along with the new place, and 3.) we will either be pregnant… or not.

Either way, it will be good to put this month behind us and I’m already looking forward to the future in our new home.

…Whether our guest bedroom will transition into a nursery remains to be seen…

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