May 30, 2014
Which means only one thing. Time for what’s making me happy this week!
- Yalanda deciding to “tweak” my hair color. I don’t know how she knew that I was thinking it needed something, but she did. She was mixing up the color and flat-out said, “I’m tweaking your color.” It wasn’t red enough. And the tweaked color is awesome.
- Coffee with Issa. Especially because she told me that she agonized over whether or not to bring her newborn. She talked about it with her husband. And her mom. And her dad. And ultimately agreed that her husband should drop by the coffee shop with both boys. I’d get to meet the baby, but he wouldn’t be staying. And I really appreciate that since I was agonizing over how I was going to handle her bringing the baby.
- Nicki has been awesome this week. My parents have gone to visit my brother and his family. So Nicki has taken over helping with my FSH injections. And texting my mom to let her know that I’m okay.
- I’ve been fever-free for 24 hours now. Nope, still haven’t gotten the test results, but since I had the fever for almost a week, I’m happy to be feeling pretty normal again.
I know there was more, but I forgot to take notes… Definitely glad that it’s Friday!
May 28, 2014
I was all prepared to get home today and write all about my first UTI.
I know. I know. You’ve been expecting a post about getting my drugs ordered. But I’ve been sick. I’ve been running a low-grade fever for the past five days. You know the kind. Just enough to make you feel blah. And that’s how I feel. Blah. I can breathe just fine. My sinuses are clear. I just don’t feel good.
So yesterday morning, I called the GP. And I was told there were no appointments but that the nurse needed to talk to me. I got the nurses’ station voicemail. In my message, I said that I’ve had a low-grade fever since Saturday. The nurse told the receptionist to make an appointment. (Yes, I never actually spoke with the nurse.) I saw the NP today. She agreed that I’m running a fever. She agreed that we should rule out a UTI first. And she’s so sweet. After checking my urine, she came back into the exam room and said, “Well the good news is that it’s not a UTI!”
That’s not good news! A UTI is easy. Not fun, but fixable. Knowable. Not a UTI means… Well, it’s something else. But she’s not sure what. So now I wait for my labs to come back. All the while feeling slightly feverish and altogether blah.
And now that I’ve put you through that…
When I called the pharmacy on Friday, they’d received the hcG prescription but not the FSH. Yes, the reverse of what happened last cycle. I called the nurse and she insisted that she’d submitted both of them. And then she checked the EMR and saw that, oops, she’d forgotten to indicate what pharmacy the FSH prescription was supposed to go to. It took multiple phone calls, but I was able to get everything delivered on Saturday. I needed it no later than Tuesday, and since Monday was a holiday, they couldn’t get it to me on Tuesday.
And Nicki gave me the first FSH injection today. I know. Is it wise to continue this cycle if I’m sick. I’m hopeful that this will be resolved by next week. Either they’ll figure out what’s wrong and how to treat it, or the fever will complete its mission of killing whatever pathogen has caused it. And then, hopefully, I’ll get pregnant. And start a new set of worries.
May 23, 2014
I can tell you what’s not making me happy this week. Today. Today is not making me happy. But that’s not what Friday posts are for. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Or Sunday. When I have enough time to go into the full saga of pharmacy screw ups. Today is for what’s making me happy.
- Although this is giving away the ending, I am happy that the aforementioned full saga of pharmacy screw ups has resolved itself. In the end, it’s fine. It was just frustrating getting here.
- Courtney is making me happy because she did a True Friend thing this week. She’s one of the two friends who know I’m trying. When I told her that my period had started, she was sympathetic. But she also said a Wrong Thing. It was via email. And she knew it was a Wrong Thing as soon as she hit send. But she wasn’t able to hit retract before I opened it. And when we saw each other later that day, she apologized and told me she knew it was a Wrong Thing. True Friends don’t always know the right thing to say, but when they realize they said the Wrong Thing, they acknowledge it.
- Nicki is making me happy for two reasons. Reason #1 is that she’s going to help me with my next cycle of FSH injections. (My mom will be out of town. You may recall that my parents have this other kid, and they’re doing this crazy thing and going to visit him and my SIL and my nieces.) Reason #2 is that when I told her about my dad’s car accident and his recuperation including very long walks about the neighborhood, she said, “As your family’s doula, I’m not sure how I feel about that.” The concept that my several-years’ retired dad has a doula amuses me to no end.
- Last week’s episode of The Now Show. I’m afraid that link will not take you to it because each episode is only available for seven days. So even as I write this, you can’t download last week’s episode anymore, let alone when this goes online in three months. It featured a very funny Mitch Benn parody of “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” about the lawsuits requiring Google to make people forgettable. It ended with something along the likes of “Like. Like, like, like, like. Like, like, block, like. Like, like, who?, like.” But my favorite part, the part that made me laugh so hard that I made my parents listen to it, was Nathan Caton’s set about racism in sport. I really wish you could hear it because me trying to summarize it would not do it justice.
- As frequently happens, Linda Holmes is again making me happy this week. Please read the linked essay. It’s short. It’s hilarious. My mom thought she’d read it well enough until I read it aloud to her and she realized she’d only skimmed it and missed how brilliantly funny it is. I’m looking forward to any of the versions of the movie she describes. Especially the last one.
- And finally, the pool is open! No, I haven’t stuck my toes in yet. (Not a tampon girl, remember?) But I’ve turned in my form stating that I do plan to use the pool this summer. And I’m hoping that it’s open, at least for a few hours, on Monday so that I can take my book and hang out in the sun and enjoy the water. It’s actually supposed to be decent for Memorial Day this year!
May 22, 2014
Well, I’m not pregnant. I was exhausted yesterday. I think I fell asleep around 8:30. When I woke up around midnight and went to the bathroom, it was most definitely my period.
But today is only Thursday. I spoke with the phone nurse, and she was able to schedule an ultrasound and appointment with Dr O for me tomorrow.
And Nicki said she’d help me with the FSH injections while my parents are at my brother’s. And she’ll go with me for the IUI, which should be around my birthday.
The one good thing is that this tells us that I do have my period 14 days following ovulation. The Ovidrel doesn’t really help in knowing how long my cycles are, but my period came exactly when it should have based on when I took the Ovidrel.
And I’d forgotten to ask about Prometrium. I took that, too, when I got pregnant with Sofia. I need to remember to ask Dr O about trying it this cycle.
So today? I’m a little sad. And still kind of tired. And unfocused. And ready for it to be tomorrow so that we can start trying again.
May 21, 2014
I’m spotting. Today is Day 26. It’s brown. Or at least it was when I first saw it at work. Then I got home. And it was brown mixed with red. But now it’s stopped. Like I said, spotting.
It seems too late for it to be bleeding from implantation. It’s too early for my period. I really don’t want it to mean what I think it means. If it’s my period starting… Monday is a holiday. If I need to order drugs again, will they be able to get here on time?
Please let it just be spotting!
May 20, 2014
Thing One: My parents have found a new car to replace my dad’s totaled truck.
Thing Two: I still feel nauseated. I woke up in the middle of the night, so ready to vomit, that I took one of my last three Zofran. Here’s hoping that it’s morning sickness! (I know. Those symptoms aren’t supposed to show up for another few weeks. But considering how sick I was when I was pregnant with Sofia…)
Thing Three: The clinic called me again yesterday afternoon. They said radiology should have called me to schedule a follow-up mammogram. The gynecologist was concerned about something in my left breast. Yes, I was more than a little confused. For one thing, I might be pregnant, and the person who told her to call knows that. For another, I don’t see one of the gynecologists; I see one of the midwives. And for third thing, my mammogram was back in December. And for a fourth thing, I got a letter from radiology stating that my mammogram was clear. And for a fifth thing, I had my annual in February, and Laurie didn’t feel anything in her manual exam. The nurse was as confused as I was. She pulled up my record. Everything I said is correct. She apologized profusely. She asked if I needed any obstetric services. I explained that I’d had an IUI less than two weeks ago, so I was hopeful that I’d be calling on Tuesday to schedule bloodwork. She said she hoped to get the call since she usually works on Tuesdays. She was very sweet. I hope she figured out who she was supposed to be calling. I’ve come up with two possiblities. 1) She was supposed to call my aunt. We have the same last name, and her first name is only one letter behind me in the alphabet. 2) She accidentally picked up the note from when I’d called in the morning. Whatever it was, it was too weird not to share!
May 19, 2014
Today I feel… nauseated. And tired. And the girls are in my way. Okay, the girls are tender to the touch, so when I do things like wash my hands, or brush my teeth, or type, or sleep, they hurt. I’m hoping these are all good things. I’m afraid that I’ll find out I’ve imagined all of them.
And I’ve put off calling about a blood test for more than a week. I’m very proud of myself. I’m more than half-way through the two-week wait. You see, I wasn’t sure if I could take a home test with the Ovidrel. So I needed to call the clinic to find out what I’m supposed to do
if when my period doesn’t start.
Yes, I did Google first. But all I could find was that Ovidrel might give a false early pregnancy test reading. But I don’t want to take an early pregnancy test. Okay, don’t get me wrong. I TOTALLY want to take an early pregnancy test. I want to know now. But I’m okay with waiting until day 29.
I finally called today to ask. The nurse said she’d check with the doctor. She called back and left a message that the home test should be fine. Which is good. Day 30 is next Monday. Memorial Day. Pretty sure the lab will be closed.
And the icing on the cake? Courtney had a leftover test. She brought it for me today.
Now I just have to wait until the weekend.