Same As Your Face

Yesterday I said to The Mister as he kissed me before leaving for work, "I'm cozy and warm under these covers. Is it cold in here?"

Him: "It's the same as your face."

Me: "Wha?? *blink* *blink* What the hell does that mean?"

Him: "It feels like it feels on your face. It's the same temperature as your face."

Me: "the.same.as.my.face. I cannot believe you answered with that. Not "cold", not "warm" but 'same as your face'...."

Him: "Oh God. You're going to blog about this."

Me: "Yes. Yes I am."

Holy Crap, the Year's Almost Over

Where did time fly?

My husband is not so patiently working on a laptop that I might get to inherit. Yay! Because this POS I use, sucks balls. Big.hairy.balls.

I went to get my eyebrows waxed. It's the only thing, other than a haircut, that I've been "allowing" myself lately- well more than lately. We're, you know.... saving. But I looked down at my nasty, er unpainted toenails and thought, "honey sometimes you gotta just suck it up and get a mani/pedi." So off I went to Walgreen.s after my eyebrows were done. I needed nail polish. I do not like to use the nail salon polish. It's full of stuff I don't want absorbed through my nails and skin. Especially if I might one day get knocked up. I always have carried my own polish in a zippie into the chop-chop shops. I can't find my zippie. I've looked every where....not that there's that many places my nail polish could hide. So off to Walgreen's I went for more Sally Hansen polish.

As I shopped I really hoped that I was remembering correctly, that Sally Hansen doesn't have all the yucky stuff in their polishes. I went ahead with the purchases and came right home to Goo.gle it, again. Sure enough I found this:
http://www.sallyhansen.com/products_dbp-free.cfm

So for all of you not interested in absorbing chemicals, feel free to check it out. I'll let you know how the "Diamond Strength- No Chip" and the "Complete Salon Manicure" work. One's for the toes and one's for the digits.

The doc has put me back on BCPs. I take them at night so as not to feel urpy. Last night I woke up hot. Seriously HOT. I thought it was hot flashes but it makes no sense that I'd get them while taking whoremoans. I think that only happens when estrogen is low and not taking them. Right? Wasn't night sweats either, I wasn't sweaty. I felt almost feverish but my forehead was cool. Weird. Drank a ton of cool water, went potty and tried to sleep. Sleep came about 3.5 hours later. I was sorta grumpy this morning. The Mister is ready for my bad moods. I already apologized in advance. I hope I don't get too bad on these damn things. Last Christmas was hard. These are different pills so maybe...fingers crossed....it'll be ok.

Doing Christmas shopping. I can't believe how close it is. I'm flabbergasted. Another year gone and no babe. Hopefully that will change some day.

Peace out.

MTHFR & Polyps

So....interesting developments in the last few weeks.

I've been having tons of blood work done and re-done. All things are normal. EXCEPT one...I have the C667T MTHFR mutation. I just call it the "motherfucker mutation".To those of you in the problem pregnancy world you know that this is a "possible" indicator to blood clots and it "may" have implications on recurrent miscarriage. Good news is that treatment is "simple", baby aspirin, 4MG Folic Acid and blood thinner shots if we get pg again. Not too hard. Thank goodness.

Now for the polyps. Indeed I had them. Two were cut out this morning and then the doc "scraped" the uterine cavity to remove some smaller ones. She gave us pictures! They're kinda bitchin' too.

So now the polyps are out and the pain pills are in; along with a pudding cup to keep me from barfing up said pain pills. That would be bad.



More later. Peace.

Evil....Evil Candy Corn Goodness and a Polyp?

Candy corn is not my favorite. I enjoy a little dab around this time of year. They are cute and they remind me of the season. But now I feel addicted to the darn things... their little orange butts with the white pointy tips.... here's why.

We went to a friends house after a birthday party for her daughter. They decided to open presents there instead of at the gymnastics place where the party was held (fun btw for the 8 yr olds). This dear friend has a great mother-in-law who brings left over treats from having guests at her house. You know the drill, get the treats out of the house so she doesn't eat them all. So in she comes with delicious pumpkin chocolate chip bread, lemon cookies and bag full of candy corn and Spanish peanuts.

Hmmm. I thought to myself, what could a bag full of candy corn and peanuts be about? Interesting.

WELL LET ME TELL YOU! She shared the secret. And a delicious secret it is. Place 2 candy corns and 5 Spanish peanuts in your mouth, at the same time and chew. Tastes like a Pay.Day candy bar. Pfffttt I think to myself. Wrong. I was wrong. It tastes just like it! Holy yummy folks.

Go out tomorrow and buy candy corn and Spanish peanuts. You must try it. It's heaven. I allow myself 10 candy corn and nuts a night. How pathetic am I? Heh.

Lots of interesting news happening on the uterus front. Looks like I might have a polyp. Will keep you posted. Doesn't mean that's why we've had losses but it also might be the explanation. So, it gives us hope. We take hope any where we can get it.

Peace.

More of My Favorite Things

Quinoa- This yummy grain is my new favorite side dish. The Mister enjoys it much more than couscous. This is OK because I'm trying to reduce my gluten intake. You never know, it just might help with "things". Here's my favorite recipe (so far) for quinoa:

In a sauce pan:

1/2 c. onion chopped

1/2- 3/4 c. carrot chopped

Saute in some olive oil until beginning to soften.

Add:

1/2 c. dried cranberries

2 C. water

1 C. quinoa (rinsed in sieve)

2 t. +/- chicken bouillon

1 bay leaf

Stir together, reduce heat to simmer. Cover, simmer 20-ish minutes until done, removing bay leaf before serving.

Yum! This is a combo recipe from the back of the bag of organic quinoa I bought at Cost.co (see pic above). One recipe said to add a cinnamon stick, which I did once. But Bay Leaf and Cinnamon didn't flip my switches. So I leave the cinnamon out now. You can try it and see if you like it. What the heck, right? I've also forgotten the bay leaf and it was good too, different than with the leaf but good as well.

Quinoa is rich in amino acids and tastes delicious!!!

Next favorite thing: (who am I Opra.h?)

The Spray N Wash stain stick. I've had this darn thing for years. No, really, years. My bff recommended it to me and I've really only started using it. I LOVE it. It works great. I keep it in my closet where the laundry baskets are so I can use it on my clothes. I always have drips and stains, don't even ask me why....I miss my mouth all the time. So I keep this handy and rub some on my stain and throw it into the bins. This way if the Mister does the laundry, I don't have to nag him about making sure to pre-treat stains. I've already done it. Win-Win, yes? Yes. I get the laundry done, the stains are gone and the Mister can help with no nagging. Win-Win. It lasts forever. Also I found some blood stains on the sheets my recent house guest slept in. Nothing major, looked like shaving nicks that got on the pillow case. It was dry. So, I brought out my trusty stain stick, rubbed it on and left it on the floor in a pile waiting for it's turn in the washer. Probably only sat an hour or so but with no other "manipulating" the stain was gone. Gone. GONE I tell you!

I love it. Have I said that yet? LOVE it. Along with my quinoa. Not together of course. Love them both. Yummy. In different ways....but yummy. Delightful.

I hope you try them both.

Tonight I made chicken corn chowder. It's fall here now. Finally. Nothing better than warm soup. Soup is another one of my favorite things.

I'm Busy in My Mind....

I heard this from the Mister today. I spent the morning out running around. The Mister was not in the mood to hit a few garage sales and the farmer's market. Can't blame him. He's a guy. So I spent a few hours out and about, bought some sweet potatoes and found 4...yes 4.... garage sales with jack-diddly in the way of books. That's what I was searching for...books. I don't enjoy paying full price and scored some really good ones at a local garage sale in May. Nada today.

So I come home later to eat some lunch and see if the Mister is ready to go maybe hit a few used books stores and the only thrift store in a 17 mile radius. He's willing to keep me company but not exuberant about it. So...I ask him if he's "ok"? And I hear, "Yes Honey, I'm just busy in my mind."

Wait. What??????

I burst out laughing and so did he. He's not even sure what he meant by that. But it cracked us up in all it's ridiculousness (is that a word?).

I'm busy in my mind. I'm going to have to remember that one. "Honey you want to have sex?" "Later. I'm busy in my mind." "You ready for the gym?" "Not yet. I'm busy in my mind."

So I leave him and his mind. I decide a half-day of shopping by myself would be good. I could do what I wanted for as long I felt like it and there wouldn't be anyone to notice. Good day. Before I leave I Goo.gle used books and find what I consider a not so reliable list. I decide to dust off the yellow pages and look there instead. Folks around these parts write checks at the store and still use phone books.

Score! I find 6 listed and two are a few miles away. Yahoo! I head out to the first one. It's a 1/2 mile up the road. But alas....there's not a used book store in the shopping center. I pull over. Call the number. Disconnected. Hmmm. OK. I better call the next one. "notarealbookstore.com we're open M-F from 8-5." Harumph. No bueno. Call the next one and delightful older woman answers. She frankly sounded too perky to be working in a used bookstore. So I dare to ask the question, "Hello. Are you a used bookstore?" "No we are not." kinda snooty. Me, "Terribly sorry I found you listed in the Yellow Pages under Used Bookstores". Madame Snooty, "Yes we know. It's a mistake." WELL. I put the last address in the Nav and take a look at how far away it is. The first leg of the trip says 19 miles down local Highway somethingerother. There goes that. Not one used bookstore in my vicinity. I'm in a fairly big city. Apparently no one in this "big" city wants used books? Maybe they don't read. Yeah. I think that's it. One thrift store, no used bookstores. Just a bunch of people who don't need to save money I guess. Or used books are "beneath" them? Farg if I know. Frustrating to say the least.

BUT we have one thrift store. The Army is my saving grace. The selection of books is tiny but I found 4 for 99 cents each. That made me happy. I'm no longer out of reading material. I have 2 Agatha Christie books that look interesting which will be fun.

One thrift store in the area. 4 garage sales in a 30 mile radius. Are people pack rats? Or it's not garage sale season? I've still got a lot to learn about living here. I need to let it go. :-)

What I do know is Fall is about to arrive. I'm so excited for cool weather and the changing leaves. This is one of my favorite times. So beautiful.

Happy Saturday.

Long Time ....

Summer is over. It's been a long, humid, stressful time. I'll bring you up to speed on the grumpy stuff some other time. I dunno when. In the meantime, I've reset my back ground. Somehow my "lucky" 4-leaf clover background is gone. Meh. Poop on you "Cutest Blog on the Block" I found another one I like just fine. I'll try and do better with the posting.

I know how much y'all miss my crazy thoughts and musings. I can honestly say, I thought many times this summer about posting some random crap that ran though my mind. Then something distracted me. Perhaps an episode of 24 watched via the Wii from streaming Net.flix. (I'll write more on that later)

My most recent musing happened twice this weekend. It's all about the love affair I have with "Downey" Wrinkle Releaser. I LOVE it. I forget sometimes how much I love it. Then I remember to pull it out of the cupboard and use it when I need a quick zap on a t-shirt or blouse. Then I gaze affectionately at the bottle, read the back in wonderment..."how does this stuff WORK?" Then kiss it (ok, not really) and carefully put it back under the sink.

I NEED the stuff, not like a junkie needs their stuff. I REALLY need it. My clothes are oft wrinkled to the point of ridiculous. I will pull out something from my drawer and look at it with a "WTF happened to this shirt?" look on my face. Heck, I've even said that out loud. Loud enough for the Mister to over hear. He's my helper. And he folds clothes like....um.....well......like a man. There's really no rhyme nor reason how he does it. His hands go in all directions like a cartoon character (can you picture it? like the way you play Patty Cake and "roll" it- hands flying in all directions?) It takes a lot for me not to push him aside and do it myself. That would just be rude. Besides I do appreciate the help.

The wrinkles. Well, they're the side effect of his man-ness. So not only do I love the Mister, I love this product. I don't know how it works. I probably don't want to know. I'm sure the amalgam of chemicals would frighten the beejeezus of me. I won't think about it. It smells good. It works great. I'm not breaking out in a rash. So I love it. Have loved it. Will always love this shit. It's da bomb.

Have any of you used this stuff? You MUST try it. You must. FAB.U.LOUS.

Word.

I ran onto this article from someone else's blog. We know we're not alone but it's not often someone in Hollywood is so honest.

Mother's Day came and went by almost painlessly this year. Thank.you.God. The Mister was kind enough to not buy a card. He did pick up a necklace and earrings that I commented on while we were down at the beach in April. He quietly placed them in my "spot" outside on the patio table the Friday BEFORE Mother's Day. When we headed outside to talk about our day and enjoy the weather, they were there waiting for me. With a sweet hug, he looked me in the eye and said,

"To me, you are a Mama. You're Mario and Jack's Mama (the cats), you take good care of me and you're the best Mom to Syd."

I thanked him. I didn't cry. Not so bad this year.

Not a day goes by when I don't think of "it". But I continue to build faith and hope. Someday I will be more than a mama to a cat. I literally just looked over and Mario has his head in my glass of ice water. Come On! My baby isn't going to steal my ice water... well maybe he will but at least he won't lick his butt first. Gross.

I'm Cooking...3 Meals a Day

We're enjoying the South Beach Diet. We did it for a week and then went to New Orleans for the weekend. Likely we negated all the good we did but there's no way to stay on the SB diet when there are bignets at the Cafe Du Monde. NO way.

I've decided to share some of my favorite recipes so far. Please Goo.gle them and try them. The yummy delishiousness you find while trying to lose weight is like Christmas. Well. Maybe not. But it's sorta like a ..... birthday? You know what I mean.

First recipe that made both the Mister and I do the happy dance is :

Moroccan Lemon Chicken With Summer Squash And Green Olives

This dish has the best mix of flavors. I don't know about you but boneless, skinless chicken breasts can leave a lot to be desired. I will tell you I had no cayenne pepper so used a few red pepper flakes. I also didn't pound the chicken breast thin, I just cooked them a little longer. Something about pounding a chicken breast and having the juice fly around is worrisome for me. Heh.

Second recipe that made us extremely happy and "mmmmmm" ing:

Ginger-Dijon Glazed Pork Loin

This dish made a really moist tenderloin. Here's what I did...I didn't have fresh ginger that day so I used 1/2 t. dried. I also had chopped garlic (pre-prepped) so rather than slice and place inside the tenderloin, I just added to the sauce. I also put them in the crock pot on low for about 3 hours. Nothing else in there with them, just the loin and the yummy saucey-goodness on top.

I now keep a fresh ginger root in my freezer for these types of recipes. Apparently and according to all the "pros" on the Food channel, you can use it right out of the freezer. I'll let you know how it goes.

The diet is working well for the Mister. He's lost 8 lbs so far. I've lost 3...maybe. I swear, it's so unfair that men lose better than women. But at least it's something and it gives some motivation for not being able to eat any bread or sugar for 2 weeks. The biggest motivation is to make sure we're healthy. Not so much the scale. Neither of us have any health issues, cholesterol is great, yada yada...but we're now 40 and it's one of those things that hits you.... "um...I better stop eating like a college student (and drinking like one)". Truly, much to the Mister's chagrin, I've been making him eat whole wheat bread, natural peanut butter, veges and fruit- the whole nine-yards- since we've been married. Now I've added egg substitue and so many veges, we're...um.....extremely regular and efficient at least 2-3 times a day. That makes us laugh.


Nothing else much is new around here. We painted the guest room this past weekend. The landlord is sent carpet cleaners to clean the basement. Shady. Those dudes were shady. The Mister only let them do the basement. It was wet for almost a week. We have the dehumidifier running still. Thank goodness the Mister declined the landlord's offer of doing the entire house, if we wanted to. The water squished between our toes! Gross.

Hope all of you are well. Speaking of well....if someone doesn't do something about the gazillion gallons of oil spilling into the Gulf.... I swear I'm going to march on Washington myself. WTF?! *knock* *knock* Anyone? Anyone? Beuller? Beuller? Idiots. The ocean is dying you fucktards.

Anyway.... hope you all are well. Peace.

Almost Tax Day!

Well, the taxes are done. I'd hoped that we'd get a HUGE refund because of the shit ton of money we spent on IVF last year. But....alas we get a bit of a refund but not at all what I expected. So be it. We used a CPA this year to make sure we'd get everything that was available. It's ok. Really....it's ok. Yes. I mean it. I mean it, I mean it, I mean it. All is as it should be....for now.

Maybe next year we'll have a deduction or two.

The mister and I had a mini-vacay down south on the coast last weekend. We met up with our friends and former neighbors on Saturday. We got to know them better and had a good time chatting and eating a yummy dinner.

I ordered the new South Beach diet book today. Now that Easter is over and birthdays, we can start hard and heavy. Well, it's not that we're obese or anything....don't get me wrong. But we can stand to lose a few pounds. The Mister is on board. At least in theory. I hope he feels the same after two weeks on the no-shit, you're really getting healthy, part of this adventure. I can't wait to get the books on Friday and head to Publix for groceries. *bounces*

In preparation of new lifestyle we picked up flax at Costco. The Mister has always enjoyed wheat germ in his milk or sprinkled in cereal or ice cream. This time we found flax to use in the same way.



I highly recommend giving it a shot. It's from Flax USA and organic. Sprinkled in and on food, it's yummy. Really no flavor, mild...almost like graham cracker crumbs. I'm not sure how smart it is to sprinkle on a scoop of vanilla ice cream (
Cost.co with no growth hormones!) but it's yummy!

The ice cream from the birthday party better get 'et fast. The book is coming! The book is coming!

We're Still here... alive and kickin'

Hi All!

I can't believe it's been weeks since I posted. Moving is a pain in the ass...and the lower back. We've gotten it done and we're almost UNpacked which is huge.

Well my bloggity friends....we've settled in nicely. Our house is a little smaller but so much closer to Syd and the Mister's work. It's a five minute commute for each! The kitchen is a little smaller but with my mad organizational skilz most everything is where it needs to be.

The one thing I miss is our "junk" drawer. To solve this problem I found stackable drawers and put them above the washer/dryer on the shelves.
I had to find places for batteries, tea-lite candles, hot glue gun, etc. These were a saving grace and found at Big.Lots!


This past weekend we celebrated an 8th birthday for our sweet little Syd. She had 5 friends...yes FIVE friends spent the night, had a birthday party and then the next morning we had breakfast with the Easter bunny at the zoo. The Mister and I were exhausted but the girls had so much fun!

We had corn dogs, fruit salad, vegetables (yup, they ate them), baked french fries, red velvet cake (Syd's request from Costco) and ice cream. They all had fun running in the backyard, playing on the trampoline, having an Easter egg hunt and then dancing and acting like maniacs up in Syd's bedroom.




Her party favors were Spring tin pails from Target $1 isle, filled with "smelly" pens, little spiral note pads, flower shaped erasers, plastic jeweled rings and a magnifying glass. The magnifying glasses were left over from last years party when we did a movie under the stars. We watched "Honey I Shrunk the Kids"...remember the dad in that contraption hanging over the lawn with a magnifying glass? Anyway, I forgot to give them out last year.



Can I just say that magnifying glasses from the dollar store were a big hit! Probably wouldn't have been last year...so it all works out.



Nothing else new here. I'll be posting regularly. 'Er...I'll try to post regularly. Spring has sprung and we're enjoying the outdoors before the humidity rises and the mosquitoes the size of volkswagens start biting.

Peace.

Packing....packing....packing....

I hate it. REALLY, I do not like to pack. I suppose no one really does...do they? Ack. It takes so long and you have to think about everything way in advance because if you don't you're going to pack your underwear and have none set aside for the days before the move actually happens.

I have been doing pretty well with planning ahead and organizing. The only thing I had to open were two small boxes. I packed up my spices, except for the basics, and all the flour, baking soda, etc. But until I got a call Thursday night, I had forgotten that I'd signed up for the chili-cook-off at Unity this Sunday. Thank goodness they called because I totally forgot. I had to dig into the spice box for the chili powder and find the cocoa powder in the flour box. Found 'em. Now the chili is simmering getting ready for tomorrow morning.

Back to packing this evening. Yuck. My kingdom for the ability to pay someone to pack for me some day. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. I have to finish the bathroom and bedroom tomorrow. The Mister has to pack his clothes and shoes. Then I pack the rest of the kitchen and get ready to use paper plates, cups and plastic silverware. The last thing on the list is the kitchen items not done yet and the pantry. We'll get it done.

There is a silver lining. Moving makes you re-think all the crap you have. We took a HuGE batch of stuff to the Salvation Army today. I had to kiss my size 2 pants goodbye. Over 40 and full of whoremoans....won't see that size for a loooong time, if ever.

Speaking of which, the Mister and I are going to do the South Beach diet after we move. We both have to lose a bit of weight gained the last few months. He's all for it, thank goodness. I'll let you know how it goes. ;-)

Now What....?

The Mister and I have talked a lot about what we can do or should do moving forward. We have some plans and thoughts that may or may not pan out. In the process of discussing all of this we've decided not to tell everyone everything. He's pretty adamant about not dragging people along the up/down ride this has created in our life. It's such a heavy burden to tell people you are trying, try and then tell people it failed.

We've been tested medically and all is well. We've had 3 different types of miscarriages- blighted ovum, 1st trimester loss and a chemical pregnancy. When I realized that, the first thing that popped into my mind was..."what's next, a still birth?" It won't happen... but you get the point. It's a lot for us and for friends/family/strangers alike to go through. It's a lot. Some people do it well, others don't.

The last thing we need is "judgemental" support or the worry that we're causing heartache to people we love. We already struggle ourselves, deeply. How much? How far? How many do we lose?

As of today, we're not giving up.

I am not a Mommy yet. We are not parents, together, yet. The Mister is already a Dad but I haven't had the pleasure. Being a step-mom does not count. It doesn't. When I am old and gray, she isn't going to keep me company if I am alone for a holiday. That is the reality, she already has a mom and it's not me. Do not get me wrong. I know I have a special place in her life and heart, especially since her mom is who she is. But how she feels about me at 8 years old as compared to 38 might change.

I deserve to be a Mom and my husband deserves to be a Dad with a sane woman. We both deserve to live happy life with our kids, full of love, joy, happiness and wonderment. Our babies deserve us. They do. We're great. Wherever they are, we're going to try and find them. Somewhere.

I gave up my eggs willingly in order to save my life. But I never gave up motherhood. Never. That was not the deal. No fucking way was that part of the deal. So, we'll continue to heal, keep searching and find them.

This blog in the meantime will continue to be a place of solace and entertainment. It's just not going to be all about babies, it was never meant to be really. It just that the last year...well, you know.

Poop Stains

The beta was 8. Fuck. No more meds. No more embies or eggs. We'll regroup and see what the future holds for us.

Thank you all for your undying support. Some day our dreams will come true.

Beta is low....

We'll know more on Wednesday when they repeat the test but the result today is 29. It'll take some serious catching up to make this a viable pregnancy. The doctor wanted a minimum of 50 today.

Wish us luck. Send us peace. Please.

Patience is a Virtue....yeah, right

I'm doing well my bloggidy friends. I came home with a cold which wasn't "too" bad. I only had a little cough and some sneezes plus my stuffy nose. Each sneeze and cough, I held my tummy so as not to jostle the Sweet Peas.

Things are looking and feeling good. We're waiting for official blood results from my pregnancy test on Monday before we say anything. In the meantime, I'll share some symptoms for those of you who enjoy the symptom watch:

*Waking up to go to the bathroom
*Crying at movies, Olympics and you name what else
*Felt a little ooshy this morning until I had a cup of tea.
*HUNGRY
*Zings, Pings in the tummy area
*I want to nap everyday. Which isn't all that unusual...but.....

That's it for now. The Mister just carried in the laundry to the laundry room since I can't lift anything. I'm going to start on that while he carries the clean stuff back to the bedrooms.

For those of you in AZ- Please review this and see if you can support stopping this legislation: http://tpvedo.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-arizona-please-dont-control-my.html

Stick, Sweet Peas, Stick!

We're home now and glad to be back....it was a whirlwind tour. My girlfriend described it as "drive-thru" embryo pick-up. Heh.

We got home late last night, which means early this morning. I was able to sleep on the plane so that was great. OK, OK....I'll stop yammering and give the deets.

We arrived on time after my pre-transfer acu treatment. We waited for about an hour in the waiting room. They took mercy on me after seeing me with my head in my hands and let me empty my bladder by filling up two of those pee cups. ahhh....felt so good. Then off we went to the RE's office for our chat.

Both Blastocysts survived the thaw! We were so please to hear that. RE said they looked good; one was 80% expanded and the other was 100%. He was very happy about that. They also did assisted hatching...for those of you unfamiliar, it's a very delicate procedure where they place a mild acid on the outside of the cell wall to help the little guys hatch.

I took my Valium (felt nothing btw) and we headed back down the hall to the transfer room. On my way, I asked about the heparin. He said I could go on it if I really wanted to but he didn't think it was necessary. Then he started talking about all the research he had been a part of that just didn't support the use under similar circumstances. I love that he would let me do it if I wanted to. I'm mulling it over but will likely stick with the aspirin and a healthy dose of folic acid. If we get twins again, I'll re-visit it for sure after a chat with a Perinatologist.

OK, back to the transfer. The girl gets me situated, does the u/s and says my bladder isn't quite full but she would go show the doc the pic. Just so y'all know, it was full...my bladder is the size of a plum. Next thing we know...in he comes apparently it was good enough. Whew. THIS time I knew just where to look while he was doing his thing...inserting the catheter, etc. Last time I stared at my bladder, not knowing it was my bladder, and missed the whole damn thing. THIS time I saw the little guys go in. Took my breath away. Magical. I cried. No matter what, I'm so grateful for these opportunities. I told God that too.

The RE patted my tummy and said, "they're home now, where they belong." I thanked them. They left. The Mister stood up, kissed my belly and said hello to them. It was a great transfer. No doubt, if little souls can watch, they know they are wanted and loved.

Then the laughing started....I had to pee. The girl said she'd be back in a "few minutes". After 30 minutes I started to get jittery because it was HURTING. The Mister got right up and went in search of the young woman to help me. He left the door cracked ... I see him look left, look right....walk left, walk right...peeks in at me with this funny look. I send him right to the corner office where I know the coordinator sits. Pay dirt! The pan is coming! Woohoo! Folks, if you've ever had to drink 2 bottles of water in 1 hour and then hold it, you'll totally relate to the PRESSURE! I probably posted this last time because I never thought I could do it but seriously it's heaven to pee in that damn thing! I get situated, the girl leaves to give me privacy, I almost can't hold it until she walks out! Ahhhh...so good. Heaven. The Mister goes to the end of the table and lifts up the drape because he thinks it would be funny to see me do this.....HA! He couldn't see a thing! Creep.

But that was the beginning of the laughter. Went for my acu treatment and the doc was funny. Even funnier was that we got to yakking and she forgot the needles in my ear. Wups! Then home we went to my folks and I laid on the couch. We watched Julie & Julia for the second time. Laughed some more. Good day. Very good day.

PS- I just want to advise that no one should have a roast beef sandwich and coleslaw after transfer. The coleslaw gives you gas...at the bottom end. Then you lay there wondering if you can, as my husband so elequently put it, "Fart the babies out"? No coleslaw.

We're home now. I'm talking to them all the time. Hoping. Praying. Loving. Laughing.

Progesterone Under My Pilla

I wish I had thought of this before I got three shots in the ass that left me with golf ball size lumps and bruises.

It's winter...obviously. And it's cold. The Progesterone is in sesame oil and it's supposed to be kept between 68-77 degrees. Well, it's colder than that at night in our house. But a few days ago I had the brilliant idea to put the vial under my pillow before bed. Now when the Mister gets up for work (and hollers that he's ready to "stick it to me") I draw up the PIO and it's not thick nor at an Arctic temperature thats leaves me with a sore tushy. Well, the tushy is still sore but it's not so bad.

We leave tomorrow to go pick-up the sweet peas. Thaw and transfer is on Friday. I'll have acupuncture before and after. I'll also surround myself with laughter and good food while chillin' on the couch.

Say a prayer or two for all of us. We could use some good vibes on our side.

Locked and Loaded

It's been a good week. Crazy busy at work for both the Mister and I but we got a lot accomplished. We have a new lease for our next house...deposit made and signed on the dotted line. We're organizing for our taxes and packing is slowing getting done. Slowly. But surely at least.

I had a follow-up ultra-sound yesterday and have a nice thick lining for our little embryos to snuggle into....10.7 mm yesterday. Probably 11 mm today. Tomorrow starts the daily shots in the ass of progesterone (PIO). After that, we're locked and loaded. All we need are our two thawed embies to find their way "home" to the lovely nest we've grown for them. Stick babies. Stick.

For those of you who know the Mister...this is another one of my stories about his nutty behavior. For those of you who don't know him...welcome to my world.

I got a text message this morning telling me his was on his way home because he forgot his keys. Um. Ok. Thanks for sharing.

I tried calling to catch him to ask him "what keys?" and perhaps look for them before he drives all the way home. No answer. OK. Well. Huh. Must be his work keys that he left in the other car. (He took the second car to work to fill up the tank at Sam's)

So, about an hour and half after he leaves for work, he's back. I open the garage door and tell the kitties he's home....up the stair he walks. Looking sheepish. I asked him if he left his work keys in the Honda. "Well, see, here's the funny thing." he says. "I pull into the garage and picked up my wallet and grabbed my lunch sack because I wanted to put a bag of chips in there....yeah, under my lunch bag were my keys." *Insert dramatic eyeroll here* My response, "Why am I not surprised."

"Baby, sometimes I don't know how you put up with me.", he says. "Now that I'm here, I'm going to have a bowl of cereal."

Picture me staring at him. Not moving. Just looking, observing, watching. THIS is the man I chose? Yes, of course it is. He's wonderful. Forgetful and seriously a male-version of an airhead sometimes but wonderful.

PS- He moved his computer keyboard after getting home from work. The Costco card he lost 3 weeks ago was under it. Yup. I'm lucky.

We're Off! Part Tres

OK kids....the ovaries are chillin', the estrogen is low and we have a green light. First shot in the ass is tonight...woopie!

Come on little guys, let's stick and stay together...forever; mom and dad are waiting for you.