I’m back from our trip to visit family. I swear to you each time we leave town Lucky gets an ear infection. So not fun for any of us.
I’m seriously tuckered out right now.
My next doctor’s appointment is on Friday. I’m hoping for all systems go. I find myself experiencing such a strange set of emotions during this donor egg cycle. It’s difficult to explain, but later I will put together coherent sentences. I promise.
Until then, I need some sleep.
All is quiet on the ovarian and uterine front. All is as it should be. I will continue injecting Lupron for another two weeks, and stop my birth control pills on the second. I start estrogen patches on the fifth. Things are moving slowly along. I haven’t had much time to think about this cycle, due to moving out of one house and into another, house guests (whom are headed back home on Wednesday,) and the trials and tribulations that are currently surrounding Lucky and his extreme dislike of change when it comes to his routine. Things will settle down soon. Thank you Sha for the Smarties. They’ve really helped lately!
Today we are headed out to Missouri to visit family. Lucky does well with trips and vacations, and the rest of us could use the short break. Major bummer is that my husband doesn’t have the time off to go. *sigh*
I have a post or two brewing in my brain. I will hopefully get to them soon!
Today for the very first time ever, I got hives. This to me is a clear indication that something needs to give in my life. I am in need of some quiet time and personal space. I am greatly looking forward to moving into our new home so that I can find just that. I mean really, guys. Hives!
Have you ever just had one of those days? The one where everything sent your way feels immensely overwhelming. It’s the kind where things come at you hard, and there seems to be a hole in your sails. It’s a day where your footing feels faulty. Your stomach feels off. Everything is just off kielter. It’s just a rough day. Thank goodness I have my feal good bubble bath courtesy of Sharah. I need some of it’s serious magical powers today. It’s been a tough one. Sorry to be so vague. Everybody is ok though.
We finally have a signed contract in on a new home. Every time I would post about a new place, it would fall through. So, I decided that I was jinxing the process and kept mum. Now that we have a signed contract (as of this morning,) I can breathe a bit easier. We close on the new place on the 14th of next month. That’s going to be a crazy week. We have family coming in from out of town, and it’s also the week of my embryo transfer.
Things are going well with the Lupron injections. I haven’t had any serious side effects. I get a headache for about half an hour after I do it. I guess I’m fortunate in that regard. I’ve never had to do the estrogen patches before, and that will certainly be interesting. I’ll be combing the estrogen patches with progesterone suppositories. Fun, fun, fun! I’m just excited that this show is on the road!
I had to get that last post off the top of my blog. I need to move forward. It didn’t deserve another second of my attention.
This week. Ahhh, this week. This week has been stressful. Our offer on the house we mentioned before fell through for many reasons. I shall not bore you with them. So, today we are putting an offer on another home. Ironically it is in the same housing development as our old home, but has a much better floor plan. I’ll be gaining a walk in laundry, dining room, and much bigger living room. We will however need a fence, as the lot backs up to a pretty pond. However, I would love to just let Lucky play in the back yard without water hazards. I need this house situation resolved so I can focus my attentions on this cycle.
Tonight is my first Lupron injection. This is when things become real to me. I’m ready. At least that’s what I tell myself, but who’s ever really ready to inject themselves? During a cycle I focus on each day. I try not to think past that day. That’s how I manage. I do have my calendar, but not near me right now.
Today I will be going to the H.abitat for H.umanity store we have here. I’m interested to see what they have. We need two ceiling fans, a tv stand, curtain rods, and some other misc items. We have a million other little things to do of course, but that’s what I’m most excited about.
Ok, off to remind myself to relax and that things will work out one way or another.
OOOOH, forgot to mention how much I’ve grown to love our real estate team. They have stepped up BIG TIME in the past month. There’s a ton to the story, but I’ve gained a huge amount of respect for them. They have done things for us that I just didn’t see coming. I’m quite thankful our relationship has developed into what it has. No really. I’m not kidding.
This morning I put up a posting for our infertility support group in my area. My first response was from a man who had a vasectomy, and is now in a second marriage regretting his decision. My heart goes out to him. However, my second response was that of blatant disrespect. This person had to purposely open his email and type this with intent to hurt and make fun of me.
“Haha, you can’t have babies.”
So, I looked this person up. He’s local. Want to write him an email about his ignorance? His intelligent self failed to realize his email address would appear despite what he thinks when replying on craigslist. Ahh, here is is email. Heck, he’s so locatable I even have his phone number. Would I use it? Nope. Oh, and his name is Chris.
I have no clue how to rationally reply to such cruelty. Who is this person? How could they be such an ass?
People never stop amazing me.
Our house situation is topsy turvey right now. I will write more about that later.
I start injecting tomorrow night.
I’m so hungry right now. Better go and eat dinner.
UPDATE:
I attemped to write something informative back to my troll. However, he was ugly. No, worse than ugly. He did see my picture and my son’s. That’s another story. However, turns out a close friend of ours knows him. I’m sure he will hear an ear full. Isn’t this a small world. Perhaps we should all think about that before judging others.
Here was his response. I have set his emails to spam.
“Oh. I didn’t realize you were who I emailed. In that case. Haha, you
can’t have babies. And now that I’ve gotten to see your pictures, I think
thats for the best. Also your kid - correction - the kid that lives
with you is ugly.
P.S. You take the Internet too serious.”
My conclusion: Some people just plain suck. I will raise my son to be a better person than that. If I ever found out he was so intentionally mean to somebody, we would have words. It’s called respect.
If you look carefully you will find me underneath a HUGE pile of paperwork. The kitchen table is cluttered with s.ocial s.ervices forms, appraisals, termite letters, septic checks, mortgage documents, and about a thousand other highlighted and tabbed pages. I am beyond ready for this to come to a happy conclusion. My head hurts.
It’s a good thing we (fingers crossed until we are actually moving things into the place) got this house, because it’s looking like we are going to have some roomies. It’s a long story, but it appears that my cousin (whom I am close to,) her husband, eight week old baby, and three year old daughter will be moving in right along with us (for about six months.) It will be interesting that’s for sure! Hey, I’m all about extra people doing dishes, helping pick out what’s for dinner, watching my son while I get a real shower (I’ll do the same for her,) and so on. I’m actually looking forward to her being here.
Regardless, this has been an emotionally straining week dealing with all the powers that be. Lucky has felt the tension of this week, and he’s turned into a bear because of it. Poor little guy. Things will settle soon. I’m ready to see my fellow support group girls tomorrow. I know around them I can say just about anything and they will listen, support, and in general kick ass.
No word yet on when I start Lupron. I’m sure I’ll hear something soon.
Somebody want to pass me a daiquiri?
A phone call came in asking us if we were still interested in one of the homes that our offer was rejected on. We accepted, they accepted. We now have a new home! Ok, so we have a new home if everything goes as planned and smoothly. We’re still waiting on the signed acceptance offer. They say by Tuesday we should have it.
Before we are allowed to move in s.ocial s.ervices demans the following be completed: A cabinet lock must be on all cabinets, a fire extinguisher must be present, an evacuation plan must be posted in the event of a fire or earthquake (you know because Lucky can read and all at 13 months,) a list of phone numbers for social servies must be posted, and a floorplan/map of the house with all exits clearly indicted must be posted, and every outlet must have a cover on it. Fun, fun, fun! Then, we have to fill out EVERY SINGLE FORM with our address on it all over again, with our new address. This is going to take us forever!
When is closing? Oh, glad you asked. It’s in 16 days. When do we close on our old home? In 16 days. When do we leave for our Missouri trip? Oh, in 17 days. Nothing like keeping busy! I bet you can guess what we’ll be doing all weekend!
I should start Lupron next Thursday!
