They were so beautiful this morning–so many lucsious black blobs to measure. I’m still flying on my high from Wednesday, when I found out there were more than four, so when the nurse handed me this darling little post-it with the follicle sizes on each side, I thought I might squeal with joy. Funny how […]
You know that famous Einstein platitude? Insanity: doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results I know for some of us it’s just a hunt for that one good egg, but when we’re throwing this much money and energy at a problem, there’s the need in that WTF consult to tweak the […]
This past weekend marked the end of the last week of summer at home, and what a gorgeous week it was–filled with all those lovely summer treats like cheese from Love Lane, local cabernet with friends over a sprawling vista of verdant grapevines, sand, ocean, shellfish, fresh vegetables, fire pits, family dinners, sunsets, boats, books […]
Today I did my first injection since the final progesterone shot before the beta call; that was Monday February 25th. It feels like starting even though I’m still just priming. Today was Cetrotide to shut down natural secretion of FSH–trying to avoid those pesky dominant follicles. CD1 due this weekend. Breathe.
Are there any women out there who haven’t had, at some point, an at least mildly dysfunctional relationship with their body and/or food? In too many ways, the baby frustration and the ART crazy-train have exacerbated this and thrust me squarely back into the conflicts of my twenties. In short, I gained 50 pounds between […]
Our hip and urban, career-driven yet salt-of-the-earth, and fantastically childless friends–we’ll call them Jack and Kelly–came to visit us for this weekend to escape the grind of New York City life and overwork. They came out on Friday, and we made it a night of wine and laughs, homemade pizzas, Pandora, and some drinks with […]
I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about my father. He died when I was little because he was sad and chose to numb the pain with drugs. Before that he was largely absentee, so his death didn’t change much in the day-to-day life of my nine-year-old self. Besides, my mother’s drug abuse, alcoholism, […]