it changes everything

Infertility. It does. It changes how I view basically everything. It changes how I view money. It changes how I view the holidays. It changes how I view simple trips to the store or the mall. It changes how I view other staff members at my job (oops, pregnancy brain!, is something I was told the other day...). It has even affected my faith and my marriage. MBL and I started this journey on our wedding night and naively assumed we'd be pregnant when we returned from our honeymoon! No? Well then we'll get pregnant on MBL's birthday the next month! No? Hmmm...I have to admit it was only our third month of trying when I sent MBL for a s/a. I just *knew* something was wrong. And, I was right, his count was low. And when we got it retested in July it was even lower (9.3 million/mL). We started "treatment" July 21, 2009. I never thought I would see my one year anniversary with my RE. Yet, here I am. More vulnerable than ever to the pain of infertility, but also a little less hurt by it than last year...if that even makes any sense.

All of that to say that MBL and I went out for dinner Saturday night. We are going to fast from alcohol for at least the next month and we wanted one last hurrah! before beginning that. At dinner I brought up to MBL the fact that I have been second guessing our choice of returning to our current clinic for IVF #2 (for various reasons...they do TWO DAY transfers, they don't seem to be up on the latest science for IVF, they always seem in a rush during our appointments...). I mentioned a clinic I had been looking at out of state, and MBL totally surprised me! He listened to what I had to say!! He took it all in and said, "Yeah, let's check it out!" He liked how differently they did things and how they were up on the latest technologies. I was really surprised. Usually he just gives me a sideways glance like, "you're crazy" when I start talking about what I've recently learned or read regarding our IF. So, we're thinking about switching. Maybe. But, one of the main points of my conversation with him was that I just don't frickin' care about the money anymore! Whatever it costs! I. don't. care. I told MBL that it would be worthless to me to get to the end of our lives with pockets full of money and absolutely no one with whom to share it. I would hate to have a big house without a gaggle of kids running from room to room. I would hate to have a lakehouse and a boat without having a family with whom to enjoy it. Now, I firmly believe that MBL and I are a family all by ourselves. We are married and we are a family of two, we do not need children to be a family. But, to me, having our house full of kids means more to me than any earthly thing and I plan on going to the moon and back, if I have to, to achieve my goal of pregnancy, birth, and children.

On a related note, I am oddly thankful that I have to work this weekend. Not just because it means more $$$ for the baby fund, but also because it gives me an excuse to miss the big family fireworks in the lakeside town near us. I am sure the fireworks are beautiful, and, yes, I want to see them, but I do not think I could stand seeing all the families with their beautiful kids enjoying the holiday together. I think it would hurt too much. Instead, I will work both the 3rd and the 4th and we will go to the fireworks locations just before they are set to go off. Because it seems like my infertility pain is always the greatest around holidays, but I do my best to distance myself from activities/outings that inevitably leave me feeling bitter and upset. So, if what I truly enjoy is the fireworks, then I am thankful I can arrive just before they are launched!

I've lost my groove

So, I've mentioned it here before that I love running. I picked it up five years ago (back when I was a chubby college sophomore) and I've been addicted ever since. Well, scratch that, I was addicted up until I started on our long journey with assisted reproduction. I was on Clo.mid from May to September last year and my RE suggested that I stop running during my cycles because of the ovarian swelling. So, I ran my last real run last July. In October I had my laparoscopy and then we started our IVF cycle in November. January through April were filled with self loathing and doubt and a little bit of exercise (mostly kick boxing and walking). Then we started back up with the joyous fertility meds again in May and here we are today. I used to track points and/or calories, but I've noticed that I'm not able to lose very much weight (and by that I mean, I end up losing only a pound or two) just doing that, and I do tend to really stick to the plan, so I know it's not because I'm overeating.

Anyways, all that to say, that I miss working out. I really do. I miss tracking what I eat and working out to help my progress along. I also just feel better when I'm able to do those things. I feel better about myself and I just am able to go about my day better. I feel more motivated and more energized and just like I've accomplished things. And, I truly love feeling like I have to get on the treadmill or get out for a run, I love the responsibility I feel towards exercise when I'm in a good groove. I also love pounding out the miles and getting all sweaty and out of breath. I really, truly do love that. And, I hate the infertility has made me so afraid of doing things. I'm pretty sure I'm "allowed" to run about starting at three days past ovulation, but I get scared that I'll "knock the baby off." And these fears also stem to other things, I don't like to lift anything during the two week wait. MBL and I have a lot of painting/other projects to do around the house, but I don't want to expose myself to paint fumes or overexert myself. When I type it out it seems silly, but it is partially due to the fact that I don't want to get another BFN and wonder if it was due to me doing any of the above. Does anyone else have these fears???

feeling bad for myself

So, I went to the mall and then to the grocery store tonight around 6:00pm. Big mistake. Apparently that is the time that all the preggos and the moms with new babies go shopping. I wouldn't have been so annoyed if it weren't for the fact that the grocery store didn't have the angel food cake that I wanted. It's my favorite because one sixth of the cake has only 60 calories, which means I can have a really big dessert and not feel bad about it. But, of course, the grocery store was out. Boo hoo. And they were out of other things I needed and so I threw a pity party for myself in the frozen food section and then contemplated buying a carton of ice cream to eat on my way home. (I should clarify that while I often talk about gorging on loads of junk food, I rarely ever follow through...just so all you bloggy friends know that I don't sit around eating my feelings all the time...although sometimes I do and usually it involves a cake donut with chocolate icing and sprinkles-yum!) There were so many beautiful bellies and cutie pie babies at the store that I just felt sorry for myself. Blah.

So, I guess the world is conspiring against me (no, I am not being overly dramatic). I took tomorrow afternoon off so that MBL and I could go to the beach, but the weather has decided to take a turn for the worse and it looks like our plans may fall through. 80% chance of rain? Not looking to good for me. But, at least I will have the afternoon off and be able to spend some quality time with MBL. We need that.

Finally, 2dpo today! I can't wait until I can start testing! This is the first time I haven't had a trigger shot in my system, so I may be naughty and start testing around 11dpo (don't tell MBL!).

Inseminated!!!

That's what I've been! This month we did our IUI based on my LH surge due to our vacation. I got a positive late Monday, at 11:30pm, and we did our IUI right around 11:15am this morning. MBL had to be at the clinic early to give his, um, "deposit". He's such a trooper! He could collect at home, but he's convinced that collecting at the clinic helps his count. As a person who holds a bachelor's in psychology, I know better than to argue with that! Today we had our best count ever, 8.6million motile spermies! We had a new nurse for our IUI and she was FANTASTIC! So friendly and cheery. Usually I get the RN that is all business. She is fast and furious and barely says three words the entire time (which is awkward when you're laying there with your feet in stirrups and your lady bits in full view). Needless to say, I don't particularly like that RN, even if she does always wear the cutest earrings. Anyways, back to our RN today, she was so gentle and thorough and just sweet. The IUI was painless and I even remembered to wear my fertility socks! MBL was quite funny afterwards and he kept making me laugh and then yelling at me for "pushing it out".

So, now on to the two week wait (assuming that I my temp goes up tomorrow)! Here's hoping we get our positive from this!

spoke too soon

Remember that last post? Where I said the meaner version of my self post-clo.mid/pre-ovulation seems to be absent this month? Well, I was wrong. Somewhat. I'm not feeling near as pissy as I normally do, but I am feeling hormonal and quite upset. All it took? One innocent peek into a face.book photo album from a trip to Bor.a Bor.a. I seriously was expecting to just spend some time perusing photos from a vacation and then BAM! about five or so photos in I'm greeted with the most glorious, beautiful preggo belly. And immediately? I wanted to eat a whole box of donuts followed by an entire pizza and a case of beer, but first? I wanted to cry every tear I have left. The ironic thing about all of this? The album belongs to one of MBL's coworkers. A coworker who went out of his way to tell us that he and his wife needed fertility treatments to get all three of their children (assuming these pictures are recent, this is baby #4, and we have no idea if fertility treatments were used). I was already in the middle of a texting MBL and so I asked if he knew about this and he didn't. MBL thinks they didn't say anything because of our situation. Ugh. I kind of hate that we are the people from whom others have to hide their good news.

Okay, I REALLY hate that we're those people. But, I am going to feel envious of every preggo I encounter until I have my own belly to wield around. And even then, I cannot promise that I won't be overcome with feelings of envy. (I've heard that pregnancy does not an infertility scar erase). I have no doubt that MBL is now dreading coming home tonight as having Debbie Downer as a wife is about as much fun as having a root canal with no anaesthesia. Blah. How I wish we were doing IVF in July, just because that would mean it was one month sooner and my potential for a BFP that much closer!

something is missing!

The hormonal wench that usually takes over my body during my post clo.mid, pre-ovulation waiting period seems to be missing. Seriously, I have not felt moody or irritable these past two weeks and it actually feels kind of weird. I have had some hot flashes (hm, like right now), but none of the "I need to cry every tear I have because I am not friggin pregnant and maybe also yell at MBL for no good reason." I have been, well, back to my normalish self. I've been happy! How did this happen?

I think it can be attributed to eleven days off from work, 9 of which were spent on the most glorious vacation since our honeymoon (which was just over a year and a half ago, but still). We went to Niagara Falls and DC with my parents and my younger (19) sister. And we had a blast!! I have not laughed so hard or had so much fun in so long! I did see a gamut of pregnant women, all of whom stirred up belly envy, but did not cause me to have a public (or private) breakdown over IF. On the plane yesterday, MBL turned to me and said, "Next year we should vacation for two weeks." The last few nights, before bed, he emphasized how much fun he was having and how great it was to travel with my family (whom I adore). It was so wonderful to see him so happy. So, we started talking about where we would like to go next summer and I couldn't help but picturing a baby carrier strapped to MBL's front. We're thinking San Diego. With or without the baby carrier, but hopefully with at least some semblance of a baby bump.

I only wish I had taken off work this weekend. We could have stayed until Thursday that way...oh, hindsight! I am just relieved to find that MBL is still the man I married and, more importantly, that I am still the woman he married. Who knows maybe this IUI will the one simply because it was post vacation and I will be about as relaxed as humanly possible (but, please note that I am in no way suggesting that relaxing=pregnancy). I just think it will be good for us to head into the TWW refreshed and happy.

the fulfillment of my dreams

So, I am currently visiting the Washington DC area. We have been here since Saturday and MBL and I leave Friday. Today we went to Mou.nt Ver.non. I had been there once before, but 3 of the people in our group had not. It was nice to go back and take it all in again! And even though the place was beautiful, my highlight of the day has nothing to do with anything historical. Instead, the sweetest thing I saw all day was a mom with her four kids (all dressed in the same color), touring the property. She had two girls and two boys, exactly what MBL and I would like to have (in my dream world where everything works out how I want it to). The kids were outrageously well behaved and their mom reacted to everything in stride. She did not once yell at them when they wandered away and when she nicely asked them to return to her side, they would do so. And, I should mention that the kids were young, like between 3 and 7. I always like it when I get to witness good parenting and in this case, while I was a tad bit jealous, I was mostly glad that this mom appeared to really appreciate the gifts she had been given in her four children.

And, that brings me to...why are they so many stinkin' preggos here??? Seriously they are EVERYWHERE!!! Ugh. I have belly lust. I want a big ole preggo belly. BAD. Sometimes (ok, a lot of time), I get scared that because I can't picture myself pregnant, that means that it won't happen for me. But, then I think back to how I couldn't imagine getting married or working in a "real" job and I have done both of those things despite my limited forsight. So, perhaps this is like that? I will say that part of me thinks that just to spite me, MBL and I will get preggo from this IUI because we will have spent the last 10 days beforehand on vacation and then everyone will be able to say that it is because I was relaxed that it worked out.

Our vacation has been extraordinarily wonderful. MBL and I have really had a chance to reconnect and enjoy being together again without the worries of work or our house hanging over our heads. I'm sad to return to reality on Friday.

For now, I'm just relishing in the last two days of our trip!