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Monday, December 31, 2007

2007: Don't let the door hit you on the a@# on the way out

2007 I am glad to see you go.

It wasn't a banner year at the BagMomma house. In fact, it pretty much exceeded my worst expectations.

Two more miscarriages, Dad's cancer, the loss of my only two pets, the death of a beloved family friend, employment woes for both S. and myself... ugh....shall I go on? Every time I was faced with a new low, another lower low was ready to step in and take its place.

I do not understand how The Cosmos finds certain people worthy to face unimaginable hardships, and others with riches of blessings beyond their wildest dreams. I guess that's a mystery of life we'll never solve.

Imagine an old-fashioned set of scales. I am always usually teeter-tottering on even. Usually I am lucky to not end up on the sinking end, but this year has ended with a thump to the bottom. A year designed to teach a lesson I did not learn appropriately in 2006. Yes, it has been pretty depressing.

LOSS has been my numero uno companion (again) for 2007.

So I am forced to ask myself... what did I learn this year? Is there a message to this?

One observation I made this year is when you go through a rough patch in your life (whether it's week, a month, a year, or more) sometimes people tend to alienate themselves from you without knowing. I think it's human nature, really. People don't like trainwrecks. They pause to gasp at the sadness of the situation, and they move on.

I suppose it's the same thing when people lose dear loved ones. Shortly after everyone goes back to their own lives. The cards, the cakes, the cookies, the pre-made dinners are over, the flowers wilt.... life goes on.

And unfortunately, not everyone goes along for the ride or turns back to see if you are still present.

I'll admit, I was very lonely in 2007. A gaping hole that S., nor David could not quite fill. I have always been the mother, the nurturer to many in my life. It's a little unnerving to say I lost a lot of that in 2007, because where does the nurturer go when YOU are the one that needs lifting up? I spent a lot of time being sad and feeling sorry for myself which is a bad cycle, a HARD cycle to get out of. You spend many days down in the dumps waiting for someone, ANYONE to throw you a life preserver.

As I fail at each attempt to bring another baby into the world, I fade into the periphery. Perhaps the people around me are afraid to say anything, or they are uncomfortable. Which I totally understand. But really the worst disservice to a person in my situation is to lose hope for the person experiencing it. And each time I become pregnant, I feel like those around me are expecting me to fail. So they stand back and remain silent. And when it does fail, they step back even further.

So, yes, relationships were another burden of truth for me in 2007. Sometimes, you can give and give and give until it hurts, but you cannot expect a return on your investment. Another lesson learned.

I learned that I needed to take an assessment of my work life. I was working hard, getting nothing in return but more work and aggravation and STRESS. I've racked my brain trying to account for all my options... what if I change jobs? what if I go part-time? should I keep progressing up the corporate ladder? will it bring me more satisfaction or just more of what I don't want?

That question will probably remain to be answered for 2008.

This time last year, despite the pitfalls of 2006, I was very hopeful. I'd like to think I am still hopeful for something better. But I would be lying if I said my "glass half-full" attitude is still 100% in effect. I feel a bit beaten down. The Universe is chipping away, and I am busy trying to crazy glue the pieces back together at the same time. My glass is leaking, ever so slowly against my will.

I know, REALITY CHECK, Shelli. There is a lot adversity in the world, and I KNOW I am more fortunate than many. This post does not discount that fact that others have way more burdens than me. But...

Yes, everything is relative.

But relatively speaking, I ask that 2008 be kind to my family. I pray that I have seen the bottom of the valley, that the road is uphill and clear, and that light at the end of the tunnel comes into view. I pray for clarity. I wish to repair some of the bruises I left on others and hope they will do the same for me.

Darn. I didn't want this to be a drawn-out negative post, but now that I've read it, it is sort of a downer. I pondered using the DELETE button, but where would that leave me? Life is positive and negative, and sometimes you just have to talk about the bad stuff. I HAD TO acknowledge this (to myself) because I feel like I have to spit it out in order to move forward.

And I will move forward. Surely there are better days ahead.

2008 here I come.

Friday, December 28, 2007

All's Quiet on the Ovarian Front

7dpiui, and all is well. Went in for the obligatory u/s and blood draw this morning and the conversation with Dr. P went like this:

[Dr. P scans the right ovary, and measures large gaping hole]

Dr. P: "So, the ovaries look good. No signs of hyper-stimulation, so we'll do the HcG booster today".

[Dr. P scans the left ovary, and measures equally large gaping hole]

Me: "So, I ovulated then right?"

Dr. P: "Oh yeah, nooooo question about that, looks very promising. We'll see you back in 10 days for the beta."


Stupid newbie question of the day to my BTDT buddies... can they tell if you ovulated on both sides? Or was I just reading too far in between the lines?

And, have any of you had the HcG booster? They gave it to me to stimulate the creation of more progesterone just in case. I guess that's way better than those damn suppositories in the meantime.

In work news, I am off today! I closed out the year at work and home today with the boy. I'm thinking of swinging by Target for some plastic containers, and maybe a little miscellaneous shopping and errands.

Beats working!
Update: ugh, so the suppositories were prescribed anyway. I just can't seem to get away without those awful things.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Holiday Hangover

Am I the only sad soul working this week?

If you are kicking back and rubbing your full tummy of Season's Eatings, I am jealous. I am, at present, eating some leftover Christmas Cookies with my coffee, pouring over financial reports and revenue/expense ledgers, thinking how I might enable my company to recognize that extra $1m of revenue today before close of business.

I know, you're jealous. [rolling eyes wildly]

Christmas was exhausting and short-lived as usual around here. While I worked yesterday (on the 26th) S. spent the day building race tracks and Lego Firetrucks for David. The pile of toys was just as big as last year, which always pains me because it means I need to fit them somewhere after the big clean-up. David badly needed clothes this year, but no one bought even a gift card from Kohl's or Target. sigh. Well, at least the boy is happy! lol.

This morning, none of us was capable of getting out of bed on time. Blame it on the Christmas hangover, which extends to New Year's Day around here. I'm kind of bummed that Christmas is over, it goes way too fast. And it was really an odd holiday without the dog and cat around. I'd insert some sort of cute David picture here, but I can't upload any of my pictures (still working on finding time to set up the new PC).

I have an appointment at the RE tomorrow for a progesterone check. It will be 7dpiui. If it's low, then undoubtedly supplements will be needed until next week's beta draw. And for all you symptom watchers, I feel pretty much nothing out of the ordinary so far.

Except a voracious appetite for a Vanilla Creme donut.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Comfort and Joy


Taking a blogging break for the holiday. I'll be back at the end of the week just in time for some serious 2WW obsessing. lol.

Wishing you and your families the greatest holiday... no matter what celebration you observe. I wish you lots of good times and laughter.

Merry Christmas!!

Shelli

Friday, December 21, 2007

Quick and painless

I don't know why I was nervous about the IUI, but I was.

In reality, it was the easiest thing ever.

Probably the most stressful part of the day was getting the 'swimmers' to the lab at the RE's, and then wondering if we screwed up on S. abstaining too long/not long enough. In the end, his post-wash motile count was great. Doctor P used the words, "excellent" to describe it, and that was a welcome relief

After some mandatory relaxing on the table post-IUI, I was done.

Doc P recommended 'relations' (bwahahaha) this evening just to be sure we cover our bases. And by this time tomorrow, I will be in the first 2WW since last Spring.

Finally, another hurdle cleared.

Thanks to you all for checking in on me and all my buddies coming out of the woodwork to wish me luck. It really means a lot to me, you guys rock!!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Let's roll

My body decided to go into overdrive since yesterday... Doctor called me last night and told me to come in this morning... that I might be ready to go. I've got three mature lead follies.... 20x16, 19x18 and another 20x17... if I remembered the measurements right.

E2 zoomed up, and my LH started rising so we trigger today and IUI tomorrow.

Think good thoughts for me.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

What's cookin' baby

Another trip to the RE for more bloodwork and an u/s. Progress has been steady. E2 from the last draw was up to 585 (that was as of Monday...don't know yet what today's result is but Doc liked the rise so far), and the same follicles are bigger (with some addt'l catching up). Four clocking in @ 14, two @ 15, and two @ 16. Lining looking good too. Look like we just need a smidge more growth... I think they are looking for the lead follicles to get to 18. It seems all the doctors have a different spin on when is the right time to trigger depending on a bunch of factors. All I know is they are happy with the path I'm on, and that is OK with me.

I am to report on Friday morning for the next regular follie scan. I'll be bringing along my Ovidrel for the trigger shot just in case on Friday/Saturday. IUI may be Saturday at earliest OR Xmas Eve, depending on the next scan.

For now, we wait.

I feel like a crockpot on simmer. lol.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Scared to lose

It's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose.


I heard this quote, on of all things, the TV show Grey's Anatomy. It was so interesting, I scribbled it in the margin of a magazine on the side table as I watched the episode.

A couple days later, I saw the scribbled words as I got together all the old magazines and newspapers on recycling day. I tore off the cover with the quote on it and placed it on my desk.

I've been staring at this quote all morning and pondering why I found it so interesting.

Through many of my trials and tribulations in the last couple of years, one thing I've carried in my backpocket has been faith.

Faith that our luck would change.
Faith that better days were ahead.
Faith that my family and I can overcome the challenges that come our way.

Fear is a component of my life that comes and goes. I don't live my life in constant fear, thank goodness, but when the fear creeps up it's hard to shake. Sometimes the fear is like a vice grip, slowly squeezing the life out of you. Or a cat in a dark alley ready to pounce. But it never appears in the same way.

When I think of my life in its totality, I feel lucky. I have S. and David. I have family and friends who I love to pieces. I make a decent living. I live in a modest house and have food on the table. I laugh (mostly, lol).

My Dad always used to say to me (still does), being scared is reserved for situations of the utmost importance. Death, for example. Anything else isn't worthy of being scared about.

That's easy for him to say.

So maybe it's not about being scared that I will never have another child. Perhaps it's just the fear of losing more.


You know that old adage about "it's not the destination, it's the journey?" Well, if you don't ever make it to your destination, how many of us will live in the moment during the journey? Remember it? Cherish it?

Or even if we do get to the destination.... does it make the journey more special, or just a mish-mash of stuff that got us from Point A to Point B?

After I really thought about this phrase I kept on my desk, it dawned on me that I was scared. Scared to face the death of a dream. The dream that I can't bear to lose.

A fellow SIF blogger blogged about this topic awhile ago, about getting to the END. The last chance at catching the star you've been reaching for for so long.

Because of my (ahem) advanced maternal age, I don't have the luxury of doing IUI after IUI and gazillions of IVF attempts. It seems odd that I only went to the RE for my first visit 10 months ago, on my 39th birthday... and how quickly the urgency appeared.

The reality is I have a couple shots at this. 2 or 3 IUI's with injectibles at the most, and two (insurance covered) IVF attempts.

In four to five months, if none of this works, I could reach the end of everything.

Perhaps it's the hormones coursing though my body, but for today, I admit. I am a wee bit scared.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Raise your hand if you want a Christmas Miracle

It's Monday, and what better way to start the week than a trip to the RE.

I missed blogging about Saturday's appointment, nothing earth shattering except to say on Saturday I had 4 lead follies (two on each side) measuring 10, 10, 11, 12... with a bunch of wannabes on each side under 8.
My E2 was 266. Doctor said all was "cooking" well, and sent me on my way.

Today (after 7 days of stims), I had u/s #4 and the sizes have increased slightly on three of the four from Saturday... they are now at 11, 12, 12, 12.5-13. Lining=11mm.
I gave another donation of blood too, I won't find out the results of that until Wednesday at the next u/s unless they call me today to adjust my dosage.

So, S. is like an old pro now, and I think I finally got the hang of mixing all the vials and using the syringes. (Although I am still having some user issues drawing up and not creating a damn vaccum in the vial and syringe). David has witnessed our routine at bedtime, but he hasn't asked why Daddy is giving Mommy needles. He has a habit now of giving me a kiss on my boo-boo when we're done. So cute.

One issue I do/did have... because nothing is EVER freaking easy for me....
I think I developed some sort of UTI over the weekend. It was bothering me Saturday slightly, so I bombarded myself with water and cranberry juice, and I think I flushed everything out because I feel fine today. Nevertheless, I left a sample at the doctors just in case. The odd thing is I've only ever had one UTI in my life... and that was after I had David. So, of course NOW would be a good time for one, right???

Other than that snafu, I guess things are going as planned. I can't remember, but I think they said that they wait to trigger until any reach 16? Does that sound right?
I assume Wednesday might be the pivotal u/s day. We are kind of hoping that trigger and IUI are towards the end of the week (Fri/Sat), because S. is off from work.

BTDT buddies, how close do you think I am? Having not done this before, and always wanting to know my schedule (sorta).... is it logical to think this may go off before the weekend? I really want to avoid an IUI on Christmas Eve.

Of course, now that I just typed that... I probably jinxed myself. And furthermore, universe... if you see fit to have me do an IUI on that day, bring it on.

Are you thinking what I am thinking?

I'll avoid the irony there... but just for now.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Guilt-Free at its best!

My buds, the ladies over at WMAG (Working Moms Against Guilt) are easing us into the homestretch of the holiday season with PRIZES!

No-Guilt Holiday Giveaway

Cause we all know you've been busy buying gifts for other people, how about entering to win something for YOU!

I'm on board, and you should be too.... head on over starting Monday and tell 'em BagMomma sent ya.

Friday, December 14, 2007

That's some down home 'putering there

I spilled my coffee giggling while I was reading this. Hope you enjoy as much as I did....

CLICK ON IMAGE FOR FULL SIZE

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Almost a migrane

So, the injections have been going well. I had my first u/s follie check this morning after three days of stims.

I have a killer headache this morning (perhaps due to rising E2) so I had a hard time listening and focusing while the nurse did the u/s.

I think she mentioned 7 on the right at less than 8, three on the left at 9 and some smaller ones under 7 on the left. I didn't catch the lining measurement, though I think I heard 7mm.

With the cymbals crashing in my head, it's possible I imagined it all. lol.

Nurse T will call later today after my bloodwork comes back to see if we will up the dose. I am interested in knowing what my E2 level is. Since I've been the exception to the rule lately, I am hoping that it's not abnormally low or high.

I know, I know... think positive.

Next check is Saturday, and I am a little bummed about that. For one, my local RE office is closed on Saturdays, so I have to trek back to the larger office (40 minutes away) for a 7am u/s and blood draw. Problem is, what to do with David. S. is working, and my parents are away. My in-laws just got back from vacation, and are not morning people. Which means we have to talk them into letting David stay over tomorrow night. You would think that's easy, but it's really not.

There is no way I am bringing David to the RE's office (trust me, that is a no-no of highest proportion). Ugh.

For now, I would be happy just to not have this headache.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Hit me with your best shot

It's two weeks to Christmas.

Is your holiday list completed?

I always work towards a yearly goal of having all my gift purchases done one week before Christmas. Most of the time I screw up and miss that goal, but I think this year I really might make it.

I think it's my alter ego at work. When I am most stressed and busy, I tend to whip my ass into shape. I'm like a little kid, sometimes if you give me too much leeway, I get bored and procrastinate on every little task. But pile up my calendar, and I am forced into "Commando" mode. get a task. complete the task.

What has gotten into me?

Anyway, I've gone from not doing anything to getting everything done (I think the week off of work and blogging helped). So much so that I am pondering embarking on baking next week. I have a beautiful Christmas cake pan that has waited the last two years to be used, and some cookie recipes I've been wanting to try.

I know, you are laughing. I can take it.

Oh, and I must report on last night's injection. Went just fine, and S. didn't even hesitate. I think he missed his calling as a nurse.

So when will I start to feel my ovaries revving up? I am a newbie, remember. Enlighten me.
I have a follie scan scheduled for Thursday (that will be after 3 days of stims.... I'm on 150IU of Gonal-F).

Oh, and the title of this post.... yeah, I know. ENOUGH with the 80's song references. But I love Pat Benatar. So there.

Monday, December 10, 2007

The first cut is the deepest

Saturday's appointment was pretty much a wasted one. I could have called that a million miles away.

S. and I arrived promptly at 7am. I had my bloodwork, and we sat with the nurse for the injection training.

Then the u/s. Of course since I had just barely started AF on Friday afternoon, it was no surprise that my lining wasn't thin enough. It was measuring a whopping 18mm (no doubt due to the fact that I hadn't had a regular cycle, doubled up with the BCP's I was on the last three weeks). So they sent me home to return this morning for another u/s. Boo hoo.

Today's check was right on target, and they noted antral follicle count of 15 (9 R / 6 L). After a quick consult with my RE they gave us the green light to start injections tonight.

As I mentioned, S. will be dispensing said medication since I have to do IM injections into the arm muscle. Lucky me. And until I am double jointed or grow another pair of appendages, he will be my go-to guy for the next 10 days or so.

I gave him an orange to practice on, and I have to tell you... his fear of needles may soon be gone. He was gleefully stabbing that orange to within an inch of its life. Of course when I told him that his first stab (hardy har har) is tonight, he looked like a deer in headlights.

Note to husband: I am not an orange. But I may have to pretend to be one for this first time.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Lucky SEVEN

I was always fond of the number 7.

So, today, December 7th 2007 brings forth the much anticipated Cycle Day 1. I haven't had a CD1 since May.

Yep, SEVEN months ago.

Tomorrow is the all-inclusive appointment of bloodwork, u/s, and injection training for my personal nurse (I call him Honey, but you know him as my hubby, S.).

The only drawback is we have to be there at 7:00am. On a Saturday.

There goes that "Seven" again.

Wish me luck.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Peace on Earth, or at least at BagMomma's house

So where have I been?

I was growing tired of the drama around here. Is it a coincidence that I have off from work this week? I think I must have used some serious psychic powers knowing I would need this week off.

If you remember a week or two back, my drama at work was reaching a head, and then the great computer meltdown occurred. Then the loss of Luke. All the while, anticipating my first cycle back on the TTC bandwagon and worrying about that.

I had originally scheduled this week off to do a lot of little projects around the house. I have done a few, and did another purse cleanout and donation. I cleaned two closets (so far) generating a landfill of trash. Mostly empty boxes and crap I was saving for god knows what.

Sadly, my PC rebuild hasn't gone as planned... so I ended up ordering a new PC for the family computer. Since I had my work laptop under lockdown since last Friday, I've been out of the loop on blogging and e-mail. My Google Reader had 780 unread posts when I posted on Monday... I'm sure it's over 1,000 by now. But you know what? It doesn't matter.

I am relishing the fact that I have been able to detach myself from the computer for awhile.

I even (GASP) went shopping to REAL stores yesterday. Places where they give you free boxes with gifts you buy instead of my internet purchases where they CHARGE you a giftwrap/box fee.

I went to lunch alone yesterday, and sat in a restaurant eating a turkey wrap with NOWHERE to be. I browsed the Coach store, Williams-Sonoma, Sur Le Table, and Harry & David. I sat in a comfy chair in Starbucks sipping a Latte watching the snow fall outside.

It was heaven. Well, except for the money I spent.

So far, this week is turning out to be unexpectedly decent.

I am done my BCPs, and awaiting arrival of AF to make my first u/s appointment and the start of my injectables cycle.

I am (almost!) done my Christmas shopping.

I finished decorating, and decorated a special tree dedicated to our departed pets. We got rid of the dog and cat food, the dishes, the kitty litter. It was time to let it all go.

My new PC should arrive next week, and I think I'll just take my time loading everything on it. I am using my work laptop for urgent stuff and these posts in the meantime. Won't have my usual time to browse and lurk, but that's okay. It's temporary.

To sum up this week in one word: PEACEFUL

[breathing out a sigh of content]

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Another soul in heaven


Luke was born in a bush outside my bedroom window at my parent's house.

We had started feeding a stray..... we called her Candy, and unbeknownst to us she was pregnant at the time. So it was a surprise when I woke up one July 4th morning in 1992, groggy eyed, to see Candy outside my window with four little kittens snuggled up to her.

I loved cats, and as a younger girl, we had a few over the years... but they were inside and outside cats. After awhile they would become bored and just leave, or met untimely demises despite all the love I showered them with while they were with my family.

I carefully adopted out each of Candy's kittens, and eventually one was left. I begged my Mom and Dad to keep him. I wanted to keep him inside the house with us. After much protesting, and buttering up my parents, they let me keep him.

I named him Luke.... after Luke Perry of 90210 fame.

Luke became Lukemeister (I think my brother started that name), or Mr. Meister, sometimes Lukie, often you could hear my brother and I shout.... "MMMMMMeister!"

He was a dog in a cat's body. He would come when you whistled or called him by name. He would follow me around the house, beg for treats, and sleep in my bed. If I was upset he knew I would feel better with him around me. He loved to be scratched under his chin.

He was there for my first job, my wedding, three houses, my pregnancy with David, my four miscarriages, 15 Christmas holidays, and 15 Birthdays.

And today he is gone.

Yesterday, S. and I took off to go Christmas shopping for the boy. But over the weekend, my dear cat had stopped eating and on Sunday night, he vomited all over the place. He had been hacking since Thanksgiving, and silly me thought he might have a very large hairball.

So we rushed him to the Vet yesterday (yes, the same place we rushed our dear dog not 5 weeks ago) to get some tests done. His weight was down to 10 pounds.... a shadow of his former tough-cat self when he was 17 pounds a year ago.

S. and I decided to let them keep him for the day. We drove 20 minutes to Toys R Us, and I was not even through the front door when they called with the result of the x-ray.

He had cancer. A tumor in his chest protruding into his lung and heart. As I held the phone to my ear, I suddenly felt dizzy and hot. I handed the phone to S.

I cried in the Toys R Us store in the Fisher Price aisle while hubby spoke to them on the phone. We had to put him to sleep.

In a short 24 hours he went from okay to pain. I just couldn't justify bringing him home.

So we drove back to the Vet, and Luke passed on yesterday morning in my arms. My Vet, bless her heart knew we just lost Teddi, and she cried administering the last injection.

The rest of the day we shopped. We went to Target. Bed Bath & Beyond, Sam's........Anything to avoid going home to silence.


I find it hard to accept the loss of Luke, and Teddi all within a month's time. I am angry at the world that I have to explain YET AGAIN to my son that we lost our third pet in a year's time (If you are a long-time reader, you might remember Gilbert died last year after only three weeks with us).

I am disappointed that loss has become commonplace in my family. I am angry that I have tried to keep hope and faith on my mind, and all the while just more bad news is served to us.

When will the heavens decide that our suffering should end?

I was so upset yesterday I went to see my Mom. She is already worried about me, that I know- especially recently. She made a comment that our loss could be purposeful. "To make room for the love yet to come..."

Mom, I hope you are right.


Luke, my constant companion: you will always live in my heart. Take care of Teddi, and Gilbert, and my four babies. I wish you endless naps, and pork fried rice in heaven.

I will miss you Meisty. Rest in Peace.