Paying the price of indecision
Last week, I sent another cheque for $300 to our fertility clinic, and bought myself another year of indecision. Tristan was conceived through in vitro fertilization (IVF) in the summer of 2001. At the...
View ArticleThe rest of the (IVF) story
Yesterday, I told you the long and raw back-story to our infertility struggles. The good news is, today’s story is a lot less painful to read. And it has a happy ending! Now that I’ve blown the...
View ArticleBy choosing not to decide, does that mean I’ve made a choice?
There’s an old Rush song that goes, “If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.” I seem to be quite good at living my life like this. We didn’t choose to have Simon; he just kind of...
View ArticleThree is the New Two
We’ve just come back from our consultation with our reproductive endocrinologist (RE), aka our fertility doctor, to discuss what we’re going to do with our frostie. (For those of you new to the...
View ArticleFertility watch
Warning: too much information alert! You are about to read about my bodily functions, the monthly girly ones. Consider yourself warned. This is the last chance to avert your eyes before gratuituous...
View ArticleWheeeeeeee!
It’s day one. Here we go! (breathe, breathe…) It’s ‘day one’ of my pre-transfer mock cycle. Aren’t you excited? I’m positively giddy! For those of you who haven’t been committing this stuff to memory,...
View ArticleThe one with too much information
I’m standing in the ‘family planning’ aisle of the drug store, ostensibly to buy my ovulation predictor kit, except I’m distracted by – did you know they make condoms with little disposable vibrating...
View ArticleThe Great OPK Adventure
I call the clinic, because I have one stick left in my box of five, and I’m guessing that since my life is never straightforward and uncomplicated, I’m going to have to buy another box of ovulation...
View ArticleEmotional wreckage
Ah, there’s nothing like a good meltdown to clear your head. Maybe the toddlers are on to something? Apparently, I’m not taking this whole frostie thing with the zen detachment I thought I was. I was...
View ArticleMiscellany
You, my bloggy friends, have been wonderful thing week. Thank you for your jokes, all of which I will file away to later torture friends, colleagues and strangers on the street. Thank you for your...
View ArticleDay one!
Because I know my reproductive workings have you on the edge of your seat, I felt it necessary to broadcast to the entire interweb that it is, in fact, day one of my cycle. The cycle. The cycle that...
View ArticleUltrasound day
I’ve got nothing to say today, folks. I’ve got an ultrasound appointment at 7:30 this morning, followed by four hours of French class. (Ugh.) And yesterday, which is actually right now because I’m...
View ArticleFrostie update
I’ve been promising an update for a couple of days, but I’ve been holding off for two reasons. One, I don’t really have anything of substance to report, and two, I wanted to be able to capture some of...
View Article3.. 2.. 1.. GO!
Oh look, it’s yet another post in the ongoing saga of “oh for the love of god, will you either get pregnant or shut up about it already”. Well, we’re almost there. And when I say”we” I mean “we” as in...
View Article"Your mucous is lovely!"
It’s not every day you get a compliment like, “Your mucous is lovely” but being the affirmation-junkie that I am, I’ll take it! That’s what one of the two (two!) reproductive endocrinologists (RE) who...
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Baby pictures!
So I didn’t get the artistic blog photo I wanted, but I can at least share this picture of the transfer. You’re looking at an ultrasound of my interior plumbing – isn’t it exciting? The big dark ‘sea’...
View ArticleThe emotional gamut that is the two-week wait
It’s been a week since frostie became toastie – or, as Beloved has christened it, “Stickie”. We’re half way to resolution and I’m finding the wait much harder than I expected. I know, I’m not exactly...
View ArticleI have no idea what to call this post
I’ve spent a lot of this past week and a half pretty much obsessed with my breasts. They’ve always been the canary in the coal mine, my first indicator of pregnancy. As such, I must have groped myself...
View ArticleSaying goodbye to frostie
I’ve always believed in a greater order to the universe, if not in an actual higher power. Not exactly fate, because I believe we do control our own destinies. But I strongly believe that everything...
View ArticleHow do you know?
How do you know your family is complete? How did you decide? Did you always know? Did you just stop? Were you forced to stop by circumstance, or forced to accept more than you expected? What’s it like...
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