Just wanted to write a quick post to let you all know that I'm still around. I've been so sick for the past three weeks - like 24-hour a day ickiness - that all I want to do is lay on the couch and sleep. I haven't actually thrown up yet but I've come close. Many times. Not to mention what a struggle work has been. I just keep hoping I don't get sick during any of my meetings! I shouldn't be surprised by my queasiness; my mom was sick the entire nine months of each of her three pregnancies, and my sister was sick during her one pregnancy (although I don't think it was for the whole nine months - there's hope for me yet!). I'm just taking it as good news that things are progressing as they should. My next appointment can't come fast enough: another blood draw on Friday, November 2 at 7:50 am.
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Correction: My next blood draw is Friday, November 9 at 7:50 am and my next u/s is Wednesday, November 7 at 2:00 pm.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
beta #1 and #2 - the numbers
A week ago today was my second beta. I haven't blogged about it yet because I just haven't been able to get up the energy by the time my hubby and I are done with all of our after-work happenings (gym, dinner, errands, grocery shopping, etc). But tonight, I stayed home and didn't do any of my usual evening activities so I'm getting an early start on my computer usage.
So. Beta day #2. I wasn't with it enough to ask what my first hCG level was when I received the call from my RE on our first beta day so I waited as patiently as I could for beta day #2. I could have called and asked what my first number was but I just decided to wait. If it was good enough for my RE, it was good enough for me.
On Monday, October 8th, I called just a few minutes after the clinic opened to schedule my second blood draw; I could hardly wait to get it in the books. I asked the receptionist to transfer me to scheduling and when my call was picked up, I requested an appointment for Tuesday. Once again, I chose the earliest time slot available: October 9th at 7:30 am. I think I was too excited to realize that an appointment a little later in the morning would have been ok and would have allowed me to sleep in a little longer. The cut off time for same-day blood test results at my clinic is 10 am. But I also didn't want to arrive at work too late and make people suspicious and ask questions as to my whereabouts.
After scheduling my blood draw, I couldn't wait any longer. I texted my sisters the news that our FET cycle worked. I would have called but I was at work and didn't want other people to hear our conversations...and I couldn't wait all day to tell someone! My younger sister responded first via text with "Hot diggity dog!!!!!" Then my older sister responded with "I accidentally erased your msg" so I resent it and she responded with "Well hotdog." LOL, my sisters and I say these kinds of things to each other all the time so they were pretty appropriate. ; )
All day, I had a very torturous wait to tell my BFF (we'll call her A). I could have texted her the news but we hadn't talked on the phone for a really long time so it was a nice reason to communicate using a method other than email or text. After I was done with work, the gym, dinner, back to the gym again because I left my cell phone on the stationary bike, a couple of texts with A, and a failed attempt at Skyping, I finally gave A a call to tell her our news. And we talked for 2 hours and 14 minutes. Oh, did I mention she lives several states away and I don't get to see her very much? (Boo!) We had a very lovely phone call with lots of catching up and many heartfelt congratulations from her. And we were having such a fun time talking on the phone that I wasn't ready to hang up when it came time for DH to give me my nightly PIO shot. So yeah, he stuck the needle in my tushie as I was talking to A. And I told her all about it. ; )
As I went to bed Monday night, I was again too excited to sleep very well, even despite my energy shortage from the effects of actually being pregnant. But my alarm going off at 5:45 am the next day still came too early. I showered, readied myself, and left for my appointment at 7:00 am....and made the mistake of taking the freeway. Traffic was stop and go for the first 20 minutes of my commute! Ugh. I tried calling my clinic to let them know I would be a few minutes late but of course they weren't open yet. I gave up trying to give them advance notice - after all, if they didn't even open until the exact time of my appointment, they could hardly blame me for not being able to tell them I was stuck in traffic - and I turned on the speed racer mode once traffic started moving again. I made it to my appointment and was only about three minutes late. Sometimes I think I should have been a race car driver. ; )
Soon after I checked in, my name was called by the usual tech who has the unfortunate tendency of stabbing me in the arm for my blood draws. (The two blood draws that didn't hurt must have been a fluke.) We made small talk; I'm generally not that into small talk but I was in such a cheery mood from receiving my BFP news on Sunday that I didn't mind. I think I actually chatted a little too much with her because she made a comment (not in a rude way) that made me stop talking so she could fill out the necessary paperwork. After she finished filling out what she needed, she said something to me like, "So you're back again today?" with a happy smile on her face. To which I responded, "Yes! I received a surprise positive test on Sunday!" and we continued with more small talk. I even talked right through the stab in my arm, but not without wincing and having a strain in my voice as I spoke. And then she bandaged me up and sent me on my way. All that worrying about being late to my appointment for nothing. For those of you who know me IRL, you're probably not surprised by this. I hate being late and rarely is it a big deal when I actually am (queue memories from my bachelorette party and ensuing trip to urgent care - I'll save that story for another day).
I made it to work about 20 minutes later and tried to busy myself with, you know, actual work, as a distraction until I received the call with my blood test results. My attempts at distraction were only minimally successful. But finally, I heard my cell phone vibrating at my desk a little after 3:00 pm. It was one of the nurses and she gave me my magical beta numbers: 494 from beta #1 and 1,161 from beta #2! If my math is correct, that's a doubling time of 1.6 days! Hallelujah! I remember thinking something like, "I really am for real pregnant! Thank you God!" The nurse said my numbers rose "beautifully" and wished me congratulations. She also informed me that the next step was to schedule my first u/s and that it needed to be October 27th or later. Wow, three whole weeks until my next appointment! How will I keep my sanity??
The nurse transferred me to scheduling, and since I will be out of town the weekend of the 27th for my grandma's 90th birthday, I set up the appointment for October 29th at 11:45 am. I was disappointed that I couldn't get in for my appointment before my grandma's birthday, just to have confirmation that everything is ok and have it be a bit safer for us to tell the rest of my family our news. I know it's still early to tell people that weekend, but it will be a large gathering with many family members who I haven't seen in years - in some cases, SIX years. After scheduling my u/s, I hung up and sent DH an instant message to tell him the good news and to make sure he blocked off his calendar for our appointment on the 29th. I couldn't believe it - me? Having a fetal u/s? I thanked God again for giving us this miracle.
Oh, and I was so excited for the good beta numbers and scheduling our first fetal u/s that I forgot to ask the nurse some of my questions. So I called back a few minutes later and of course I had to leave a message. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the nurse to call me back again. I asked her when it was ok to have sexy time again (I didn't say it exactly like that though - LOL, maybe I should have!), how far along I am in my pregnancy, and if they were able to give me a due date yet. She said no sexy time until after our u/s (yikes - that means no sexy time for a total of 4.5 weeks! boo!), that I was 4 weeks and 2 days (so today, the day I'm finally writing this post, I'm 5 weeks and 2 days), and that my EDD is June 25. That last part still seems wrong to me so I'm going to ask about it at my next appointment. I think it should be more like June 15, but I'm no expert.
And I finally slept that night.
So. Beta day #2. I wasn't with it enough to ask what my first hCG level was when I received the call from my RE on our first beta day so I waited as patiently as I could for beta day #2. I could have called and asked what my first number was but I just decided to wait. If it was good enough for my RE, it was good enough for me.
On Monday, October 8th, I called just a few minutes after the clinic opened to schedule my second blood draw; I could hardly wait to get it in the books. I asked the receptionist to transfer me to scheduling and when my call was picked up, I requested an appointment for Tuesday. Once again, I chose the earliest time slot available: October 9th at 7:30 am. I think I was too excited to realize that an appointment a little later in the morning would have been ok and would have allowed me to sleep in a little longer. The cut off time for same-day blood test results at my clinic is 10 am. But I also didn't want to arrive at work too late and make people suspicious and ask questions as to my whereabouts.
After scheduling my blood draw, I couldn't wait any longer. I texted my sisters the news that our FET cycle worked. I would have called but I was at work and didn't want other people to hear our conversations...and I couldn't wait all day to tell someone! My younger sister responded first via text with "Hot diggity dog!!!!!" Then my older sister responded with "I accidentally erased your msg" so I resent it and she responded with "Well hotdog." LOL, my sisters and I say these kinds of things to each other all the time so they were pretty appropriate. ; )
All day, I had a very torturous wait to tell my BFF (we'll call her A). I could have texted her the news but we hadn't talked on the phone for a really long time so it was a nice reason to communicate using a method other than email or text. After I was done with work, the gym, dinner, back to the gym again because I left my cell phone on the stationary bike, a couple of texts with A, and a failed attempt at Skyping, I finally gave A a call to tell her our news. And we talked for 2 hours and 14 minutes. Oh, did I mention she lives several states away and I don't get to see her very much? (Boo!) We had a very lovely phone call with lots of catching up and many heartfelt congratulations from her. And we were having such a fun time talking on the phone that I wasn't ready to hang up when it came time for DH to give me my nightly PIO shot. So yeah, he stuck the needle in my tushie as I was talking to A. And I told her all about it. ; )
As I went to bed Monday night, I was again too excited to sleep very well, even despite my energy shortage from the effects of actually being pregnant. But my alarm going off at 5:45 am the next day still came too early. I showered, readied myself, and left for my appointment at 7:00 am....and made the mistake of taking the freeway. Traffic was stop and go for the first 20 minutes of my commute! Ugh. I tried calling my clinic to let them know I would be a few minutes late but of course they weren't open yet. I gave up trying to give them advance notice - after all, if they didn't even open until the exact time of my appointment, they could hardly blame me for not being able to tell them I was stuck in traffic - and I turned on the speed racer mode once traffic started moving again. I made it to my appointment and was only about three minutes late. Sometimes I think I should have been a race car driver. ; )
Soon after I checked in, my name was called by the usual tech who has the unfortunate tendency of stabbing me in the arm for my blood draws. (The two blood draws that didn't hurt must have been a fluke.) We made small talk; I'm generally not that into small talk but I was in such a cheery mood from receiving my BFP news on Sunday that I didn't mind. I think I actually chatted a little too much with her because she made a comment (not in a rude way) that made me stop talking so she could fill out the necessary paperwork. After she finished filling out what she needed, she said something to me like, "So you're back again today?" with a happy smile on her face. To which I responded, "Yes! I received a surprise positive test on Sunday!" and we continued with more small talk. I even talked right through the stab in my arm, but not without wincing and having a strain in my voice as I spoke. And then she bandaged me up and sent me on my way. All that worrying about being late to my appointment for nothing. For those of you who know me IRL, you're probably not surprised by this. I hate being late and rarely is it a big deal when I actually am (queue memories from my bachelorette party and ensuing trip to urgent care - I'll save that story for another day).
I made it to work about 20 minutes later and tried to busy myself with, you know, actual work, as a distraction until I received the call with my blood test results. My attempts at distraction were only minimally successful. But finally, I heard my cell phone vibrating at my desk a little after 3:00 pm. It was one of the nurses and she gave me my magical beta numbers: 494 from beta #1 and 1,161 from beta #2! If my math is correct, that's a doubling time of 1.6 days! Hallelujah! I remember thinking something like, "I really am for real pregnant! Thank you God!" The nurse said my numbers rose "beautifully" and wished me congratulations. She also informed me that the next step was to schedule my first u/s and that it needed to be October 27th or later. Wow, three whole weeks until my next appointment! How will I keep my sanity??
The nurse transferred me to scheduling, and since I will be out of town the weekend of the 27th for my grandma's 90th birthday, I set up the appointment for October 29th at 11:45 am. I was disappointed that I couldn't get in for my appointment before my grandma's birthday, just to have confirmation that everything is ok and have it be a bit safer for us to tell the rest of my family our news. I know it's still early to tell people that weekend, but it will be a large gathering with many family members who I haven't seen in years - in some cases, SIX years. After scheduling my u/s, I hung up and sent DH an instant message to tell him the good news and to make sure he blocked off his calendar for our appointment on the 29th. I couldn't believe it - me? Having a fetal u/s? I thanked God again for giving us this miracle.
Oh, and I was so excited for the good beta numbers and scheduling our first fetal u/s that I forgot to ask the nurse some of my questions. So I called back a few minutes later and of course I had to leave a message. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the nurse to call me back again. I asked her when it was ok to have sexy time again (I didn't say it exactly like that though - LOL, maybe I should have!), how far along I am in my pregnancy, and if they were able to give me a due date yet. She said no sexy time until after our u/s (yikes - that means no sexy time for a total of 4.5 weeks! boo!), that I was 4 weeks and 2 days (so today, the day I'm finally writing this post, I'm 5 weeks and 2 days), and that my EDD is June 25. That last part still seems wrong to me so I'm going to ask about it at my next appointment. I think it should be more like June 15, but I'm no expert.
And I finally slept that night.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
the biggest shock of my life: a positive beta (part II)
This is the second half of my beta day story from last weekend. If you missed the first half, click here.
After giving my sister a quick call and then talking to my doctor last Sunday, DH and I arrived home and discussed if we should call and tell anyone the news of our positive beta. I really wanted to tell my dad since he knew we had our transfer on the 27th of September. DH's parents also knew about our transfer so he wanted to call and tell them too. My dad and DH's parents had all been praying for us that our treatments would be successful so we knew they were anxious to hear the results.
I phoned my dad and put him on speakerphone so DH could be included in the conversation. I told him I had my blood test that morning and that it was positive. And he started crying! He said congratulations and that he was so happy for us. His fiance' (we'll call her L) was there too so he handed the phone off to her - I assume so he could collect himself - and she was overjoyed! I don't know how many times she said congratulations and what happy news this was, and I said, "I don't know if Dad mentioned anything, but we've been doing IVF so it's really early so please don't tell anyone." She had no idea about our treatments, which didn't surprise me because my dad had been very cautious about telling anyone about our treatments in case they didn't work.
As I asked L to please keep our news quiet, I could hear my dad in the background spilling the beans to my grandma. My dad handed the phone off to L so fast that I didn't have time to tell him not to tell anyone. And my grandma doesn't exactly know how to keep things to herself. So I talked to Grandma next and told her over and over that it was too early and that she couldn't tell anyone. She said something about learning her lesson and that she wouldn't tell anyone, but that it's just so hard to keep good news quiet. And she was crying! I didn't realize it at the time, but my dad's fiance' had been crying when I talked to her too.
By this time, my sister arrived to pick us up for the apple orchard so we didn't have time to call DH's parents. It was torture not being able to tell my sister our news as we spent the afternoon together but we wanted to tell DH's parents first. I tried to distract myself during the drive to the apple orchard by playing the high five game with my nephew - you know, the "Gimme a five! On the side! Up high! Down low! You're too slow!" and "Cut the pickle! Tickle tickle!" game. My nephew loves playing this while traveling.
So the four of us (me, DH, my sister, and my nephew) finally arrived at A's Apple Orchard (not the real name of the orchard). We walked around the inside of the main building (it was cold and windy outside) and we sampled different apples and looked at the different food items made by the orchard (pies, donuts, cookies, salsa, syrup, brats, meat sticks, cider, etc, etc). DH and I picked out our own Honeycrisp apples to fill our bag and a few Harrelson apples that DH was going to use to bake some apple crisp. We also picked up a two-pack of meat sticks to snack on while we walked around the orchard grounds. My sister picked up a few things too, including some apple syrup.
DH kindly offered to take our purchases back to my sister's van so we could continue to walk around and take my nephew to some of the fun kid things at the orchard. While we waited for DH to come back, I ordered some hot apple cider (for me) and an apple cookie (for DH). Mmm...so good! My nephew had some kettle corn and a hot cider, which he wouldn't drink until it was thoroughly cooled. DH returned carrying a wine sample (it was so not fair of him to drink that right in front of me) and was just in time to pick up his cookie right as I was paying for the goods. He had eaten about 3/4 of his cookie when my nephew (almost four years old) spotted it and brazenly asked if he could have DH's cookie. Who could turn down such a sweet face? So DH gave up the rest of his cookie to a happy little boy.
We then took my nephew to the swings and slide where he played for a few minutes. The slide was almost too steep for him; he landed on his hands and knees after his first attempt. Next, he moved to the "train" that was pulled by a riding lawnmower, I think it was. The "cars" of the train were made out of big barrels and set on top of a small platform with wheels and a bench with a seat belt. He had such a good time. After the train, he went on a hayride with his mom, and I took him into the hay maze. He LOVED it. Last, he took his turn on some green and yellow kid-size tractors and tricycles. And as we left the orchard, DH gave my nephew a ride on his shoulders back to the van. It was so sweet.
I don't know if it was all in my head, but I felt pregnancy symptoms all afternoon at the orchard...nausea, tiredness, and the need to use the restroom many times. On our way home, the latter symptom really kicked in - we couldn't get home fast enough. It was a near emergency, I'm telling you. But thankfully, we made it home in time. It was funny how obvious my symptoms were once I knew my test results.
We said good-bye to my sister and nephew and called DH's parents. But not before my nephew tried every trick in the book to try to get his mom to let him stay longer so we could play. He also tried to convince us to come over to his house. It was so adorable; he certainly has a special place in my heart. : )
When my sister and nephew left, we finally called DH's parents. His dad answered, DH put him on speaker phone, and the two of them made small talk. Then DH broke the news to him. He told us congratulations and said, "A positive! That's great!" then he quickly handed the phone off to DH's mom. As DH's dad was handing the phone off, I could hear him in the background saying "It was positive!"
DH's mother picked up the phone and we told her the news ourselves. She offered her congratulations and said "I thought the test wasn't until Monday?" DH briefly explained that I needed to move my appointment up a day. He also said we weren't telling anyone else yet and that they shouldn't say anything to DH's brother and sister. It was a short but very happy conversation.
The rest of the evening was just as much a blur for me as the morning. I rested on the couch for a while (the apple orchard wore me out) and finished up the laundry while DH went to the grocery store. Before church, DH tried to negotiate that if he went to church with me, that I would need to go to the grocery store with him. I said I would think about it (grocery shopping is not my most favorite thing). So DH did end up going to church with me but I got out of grocery shopping because of our happy news...and being so tired from it.
When we went to bed that night and I asked DH what was going through his mind when I told him our RE had good news for us. He said he knew it was positive when he saw me crying as I was walking back to the church sanctuary. I said, "But I would have been crying if it was good news or bad news." He said he just knew. And then we went to sleep...well, he slept. I was too excited to get more than a couple hours of sleep.
And that's our BFP story. : )
After giving my sister a quick call and then talking to my doctor last Sunday, DH and I arrived home and discussed if we should call and tell anyone the news of our positive beta. I really wanted to tell my dad since he knew we had our transfer on the 27th of September. DH's parents also knew about our transfer so he wanted to call and tell them too. My dad and DH's parents had all been praying for us that our treatments would be successful so we knew they were anxious to hear the results.
I phoned my dad and put him on speakerphone so DH could be included in the conversation. I told him I had my blood test that morning and that it was positive. And he started crying! He said congratulations and that he was so happy for us. His fiance' (we'll call her L) was there too so he handed the phone off to her - I assume so he could collect himself - and she was overjoyed! I don't know how many times she said congratulations and what happy news this was, and I said, "I don't know if Dad mentioned anything, but we've been doing IVF so it's really early so please don't tell anyone." She had no idea about our treatments, which didn't surprise me because my dad had been very cautious about telling anyone about our treatments in case they didn't work.
As I asked L to please keep our news quiet, I could hear my dad in the background spilling the beans to my grandma. My dad handed the phone off to L so fast that I didn't have time to tell him not to tell anyone. And my grandma doesn't exactly know how to keep things to herself. So I talked to Grandma next and told her over and over that it was too early and that she couldn't tell anyone. She said something about learning her lesson and that she wouldn't tell anyone, but that it's just so hard to keep good news quiet. And she was crying! I didn't realize it at the time, but my dad's fiance' had been crying when I talked to her too.
By this time, my sister arrived to pick us up for the apple orchard so we didn't have time to call DH's parents. It was torture not being able to tell my sister our news as we spent the afternoon together but we wanted to tell DH's parents first. I tried to distract myself during the drive to the apple orchard by playing the high five game with my nephew - you know, the "Gimme a five! On the side! Up high! Down low! You're too slow!" and "Cut the pickle! Tickle tickle!" game. My nephew loves playing this while traveling.
So the four of us (me, DH, my sister, and my nephew) finally arrived at A's Apple Orchard (not the real name of the orchard). We walked around the inside of the main building (it was cold and windy outside) and we sampled different apples and looked at the different food items made by the orchard (pies, donuts, cookies, salsa, syrup, brats, meat sticks, cider, etc, etc). DH and I picked out our own Honeycrisp apples to fill our bag and a few Harrelson apples that DH was going to use to bake some apple crisp. We also picked up a two-pack of meat sticks to snack on while we walked around the orchard grounds. My sister picked up a few things too, including some apple syrup.
DH kindly offered to take our purchases back to my sister's van so we could continue to walk around and take my nephew to some of the fun kid things at the orchard. While we waited for DH to come back, I ordered some hot apple cider (for me) and an apple cookie (for DH). Mmm...so good! My nephew had some kettle corn and a hot cider, which he wouldn't drink until it was thoroughly cooled. DH returned carrying a wine sample (it was so not fair of him to drink that right in front of me) and was just in time to pick up his cookie right as I was paying for the goods. He had eaten about 3/4 of his cookie when my nephew (almost four years old) spotted it and brazenly asked if he could have DH's cookie. Who could turn down such a sweet face? So DH gave up the rest of his cookie to a happy little boy.
We then took my nephew to the swings and slide where he played for a few minutes. The slide was almost too steep for him; he landed on his hands and knees after his first attempt. Next, he moved to the "train" that was pulled by a riding lawnmower, I think it was. The "cars" of the train were made out of big barrels and set on top of a small platform with wheels and a bench with a seat belt. He had such a good time. After the train, he went on a hayride with his mom, and I took him into the hay maze. He LOVED it. Last, he took his turn on some green and yellow kid-size tractors and tricycles. And as we left the orchard, DH gave my nephew a ride on his shoulders back to the van. It was so sweet.
I don't know if it was all in my head, but I felt pregnancy symptoms all afternoon at the orchard...nausea, tiredness, and the need to use the restroom many times. On our way home, the latter symptom really kicked in - we couldn't get home fast enough. It was a near emergency, I'm telling you. But thankfully, we made it home in time. It was funny how obvious my symptoms were once I knew my test results.
We said good-bye to my sister and nephew and called DH's parents. But not before my nephew tried every trick in the book to try to get his mom to let him stay longer so we could play. He also tried to convince us to come over to his house. It was so adorable; he certainly has a special place in my heart. : )
When my sister and nephew left, we finally called DH's parents. His dad answered, DH put him on speaker phone, and the two of them made small talk. Then DH broke the news to him. He told us congratulations and said, "A positive! That's great!" then he quickly handed the phone off to DH's mom. As DH's dad was handing the phone off, I could hear him in the background saying "It was positive!"
DH's mother picked up the phone and we told her the news ourselves. She offered her congratulations and said "I thought the test wasn't until Monday?" DH briefly explained that I needed to move my appointment up a day. He also said we weren't telling anyone else yet and that they shouldn't say anything to DH's brother and sister. It was a short but very happy conversation.
The rest of the evening was just as much a blur for me as the morning. I rested on the couch for a while (the apple orchard wore me out) and finished up the laundry while DH went to the grocery store. Before church, DH tried to negotiate that if he went to church with me, that I would need to go to the grocery store with him. I said I would think about it (grocery shopping is not my most favorite thing). So DH did end up going to church with me but I got out of grocery shopping because of our happy news...and being so tired from it.
When we went to bed that night and I asked DH what was going through his mind when I told him our RE had good news for us. He said he knew it was positive when he saw me crying as I was walking back to the church sanctuary. I said, "But I would have been crying if it was good news or bad news." He said he just knew. And then we went to sleep...well, he slept. I was too excited to get more than a couple hours of sleep.
And that's our BFP story. : )
Friday, October 12, 2012
the biggest shock of my life: a positive beta (part I)
Thank you to everyone out there who sent me well wishes or just thought positive, happy things for me. It truly means the world and I know that I would not have my positive beta without your support. And I'm sorry I've been slow to update this week. I've just been sooo tired every night after work. But I managed to have a small burst of energy so here's part one of my happy beta story. : )
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Where to begin? I guess I'll just start with the morning of Sunday, October 7th - beta day for my first FET. The morning is a bit of a blur until the part where I received the phone call from my RE that changed my life forever. Nothing before that seems to even matter, but just so I can look back and reflect on the day, I'll write about it anyway...as best as I can remember.
I woke up bright and early Sunday morning so I could shower and get myself ready before my blood draw. I was beginning to rethink taking the earliest time slot they had available on the weekend. I was so tired but I just wanted to get it over with; I was convinced it was going to be negative. So with one day's notice, I took the 8:40 am appointment.
As it crept past 8:00, my hubby gently suggested that I needed to get going to allow extra time for the marathon that was happening that morning. I thought he was probably right so I left...and it turned out he was wrong! Ha ha! I hate to admit this, but my hubby is usually right about things so I rather enjoy it when he isn't. ; )
I didn't see a single marathoner or closed street on the drive to my clinic so I arrived around 8:30 - plenty of time. I checked in at the front desk and didn't even get to take a seat in the waiting room. The tech was behind the front desk and was ready for me. It must have been a slow morning. She took me back to the usual seat by the window that overlooked the street below. I pulled up the sleeve on my left arm and she said something about "We're doing the left arm today?" I think she was trying to be funny since it was obvious I wanted her to use my left arm but her delivery needed a little work. And I wasn't in the mood for jokes...at least not jokes that weren't very good.
She asked for my date of birth, then I felt the familiar pinch of the needle. Since the weekend tech is a different person than who is on staff during the week, it didn't hurt at all. It only took a few seconds and my blood was bottled (well, tubed) and labeled. I asked her when I would be getting the results and she said they usually call after 12 pm. I thanked her and put pressure on my arm as I walked out the door. I was in and out of the clinic in two minutes.
I arrived home again just a few minutes after 9 am and thought to myself it was too late to make it to the early church service, which started at 9 am. I don't like walking into church that late, and by the time I drove there, it would be much more after 9. I can't remember exactly what I did between getting home from my blood draw and leaving for the later church service. Maybe I did some laundry and watched a little TV?
DH and I left around 10:15 am for the 10:30 church service. After we arrived, I said to DH that we should sit in the back by the door in case my RE called during the service. So we sat in the very last row next to the doors leading to the large gathering / lobby type space (I'm not sure if this area in a church has a specific name - narthex, maybe?). Our church services last about an hour, and throughout our time there, I kept thinking about the pros and cons of being given the news of a positive blood test or a negative blood test during church.
As the service was creeping to a close, I thought we were in the clear. Then my phone rang. At exactly 11:19 am. My heart jumped into my throat and I raced out the back door. Even though I was sure the test was going to be negative I still didn't want to miss the call and have to try to reach my clinic later. Now was not the time for a game of phone tag. My RE was on the line. "Oh no," I thought, "Doesn't he only call with bad news? Don't the nurses call with good news?" I really had no idea, but based on other blogs I've read, this was my conclusion. And even though I thought the result was going to be negative, I was still holding onto that last bit of hope.
And then he said to me, "I have some good news." I said, "What?" My mind was racing; my first thought was he was joking. Even though I knew a doctor wouldn't joke about something like that, I was still convinced that's what was happening. Then I wondered what the catch was; he has good news BUT....but what? The "but" never came and I still didn't believe him. I thought he was going to tell me the good news is this cycle failed, but we can get started with (fill in the blank) for the next cycle.
I literally did not believe the words that were coming out of this man's mouth. He continued talking and said my test was positive and he congratulated me, and somewhere in there, it sunk in and I said "Oh my God, really?" And I just broke down. I felt a huge wave of relief and I started sobbing. There was no holding back. I couldn't believe it. Me? Pregnant? Positive pregnancy tests don't happen to me; they're for other people.
My RE laughed a little at my sobbing but it was a good laugh, a happy laugh at my surprise and joy. He ran down the list of next steps, which I was barely comprehending at that point. I heard him say something about coming back again on Tuesday, October 9th for a second hCG blood test to confirm my levels were rising properly, to schedule our first fetal u/s, and to continue taking my PIO, Estrace, baby aspirin, and prenatal vitamins. I finally gathered my wits enough to ask if the clinic would be calling me to schedule or if I should be the one to call them. He said I should call. I thanked him and then I hung up. The call lasted 1 minute and 24 seconds. And it completely changed my life.
I walked very quickly back to the church sanctuary to tell DH the news. And I let the tears continue. I was just so happy! I sat down next to DH and leaned over to rest my chin on his shoulder and whispered to him, "it was positive!" And I sobbed some more. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. He whispered back to me and asked if I wanted to leave church. I said no, and had to quickly regain my composure for communion by intinction. I'm sure I had red, splotchy eyes as I received the communion wafer from the pastor and dipped it in...juice! For the first time, I had a real reason for not using the wine! And it felt really good.
The last few minutes of church seemed to take an eternity. Again DH asked if I wanted to leave. This time I said yes so we snuck out during the closing hymn. I realized as we were walking to the car that I still did not have any Estrace to take on Monday since I would be taking my last dose Sunday night. DH and I were also planning to go to the apple orchard after church with my sister and my nephew. So I quick gave my sister a call to tell her we were on our way home, which was good since she was already on her way to our house to pick us up. Then I called my RE about my Estrace problem, but the clinic was already closed. "What? By 11:30 am?" I thought. So I held for the answering service. I explained my situation to the nice, non-medically trained man who answered the phone. After some discussion, he said he wasn't allowed to page a doctor unless it was an emergency. I told him I thought it was an emergency since I didn't have the medication I needed. He agreed to put in the page and said if I didn't hear from Dr. C (my RE) within 20 minutes, that I should call back again. Dr. C called nine minutes later. He is awesome.
I apologized for not thinking to ask about the Estrace when he called me the first time. Then we discussed that since I have ordered all of my meds over the phone to be mailed to me overnight, that he would call in a prescription for me to a local pharmacy for just a few pills to hold me over until I could refill my regular prescription with the mail order service. Sounded like a plan to me!
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Where to begin? I guess I'll just start with the morning of Sunday, October 7th - beta day for my first FET. The morning is a bit of a blur until the part where I received the phone call from my RE that changed my life forever. Nothing before that seems to even matter, but just so I can look back and reflect on the day, I'll write about it anyway...as best as I can remember.
I woke up bright and early Sunday morning so I could shower and get myself ready before my blood draw. I was beginning to rethink taking the earliest time slot they had available on the weekend. I was so tired but I just wanted to get it over with; I was convinced it was going to be negative. So with one day's notice, I took the 8:40 am appointment.
As it crept past 8:00, my hubby gently suggested that I needed to get going to allow extra time for the marathon that was happening that morning. I thought he was probably right so I left...and it turned out he was wrong! Ha ha! I hate to admit this, but my hubby is usually right about things so I rather enjoy it when he isn't. ; )
I didn't see a single marathoner or closed street on the drive to my clinic so I arrived around 8:30 - plenty of time. I checked in at the front desk and didn't even get to take a seat in the waiting room. The tech was behind the front desk and was ready for me. It must have been a slow morning. She took me back to the usual seat by the window that overlooked the street below. I pulled up the sleeve on my left arm and she said something about "We're doing the left arm today?" I think she was trying to be funny since it was obvious I wanted her to use my left arm but her delivery needed a little work. And I wasn't in the mood for jokes...at least not jokes that weren't very good.
She asked for my date of birth, then I felt the familiar pinch of the needle. Since the weekend tech is a different person than who is on staff during the week, it didn't hurt at all. It only took a few seconds and my blood was bottled (well, tubed) and labeled. I asked her when I would be getting the results and she said they usually call after 12 pm. I thanked her and put pressure on my arm as I walked out the door. I was in and out of the clinic in two minutes.
I arrived home again just a few minutes after 9 am and thought to myself it was too late to make it to the early church service, which started at 9 am. I don't like walking into church that late, and by the time I drove there, it would be much more after 9. I can't remember exactly what I did between getting home from my blood draw and leaving for the later church service. Maybe I did some laundry and watched a little TV?
DH and I left around 10:15 am for the 10:30 church service. After we arrived, I said to DH that we should sit in the back by the door in case my RE called during the service. So we sat in the very last row next to the doors leading to the large gathering / lobby type space (I'm not sure if this area in a church has a specific name - narthex, maybe?). Our church services last about an hour, and throughout our time there, I kept thinking about the pros and cons of being given the news of a positive blood test or a negative blood test during church.
As the service was creeping to a close, I thought we were in the clear. Then my phone rang. At exactly 11:19 am. My heart jumped into my throat and I raced out the back door. Even though I was sure the test was going to be negative I still didn't want to miss the call and have to try to reach my clinic later. Now was not the time for a game of phone tag. My RE was on the line. "Oh no," I thought, "Doesn't he only call with bad news? Don't the nurses call with good news?" I really had no idea, but based on other blogs I've read, this was my conclusion. And even though I thought the result was going to be negative, I was still holding onto that last bit of hope.
And then he said to me, "I have some good news." I said, "What?" My mind was racing; my first thought was he was joking. Even though I knew a doctor wouldn't joke about something like that, I was still convinced that's what was happening. Then I wondered what the catch was; he has good news BUT....but what? The "but" never came and I still didn't believe him. I thought he was going to tell me the good news is this cycle failed, but we can get started with (fill in the blank) for the next cycle.
I literally did not believe the words that were coming out of this man's mouth. He continued talking and said my test was positive and he congratulated me, and somewhere in there, it sunk in and I said "Oh my God, really?" And I just broke down. I felt a huge wave of relief and I started sobbing. There was no holding back. I couldn't believe it. Me? Pregnant? Positive pregnancy tests don't happen to me; they're for other people.
My RE laughed a little at my sobbing but it was a good laugh, a happy laugh at my surprise and joy. He ran down the list of next steps, which I was barely comprehending at that point. I heard him say something about coming back again on Tuesday, October 9th for a second hCG blood test to confirm my levels were rising properly, to schedule our first fetal u/s, and to continue taking my PIO, Estrace, baby aspirin, and prenatal vitamins. I finally gathered my wits enough to ask if the clinic would be calling me to schedule or if I should be the one to call them. He said I should call. I thanked him and then I hung up. The call lasted 1 minute and 24 seconds. And it completely changed my life.
I walked very quickly back to the church sanctuary to tell DH the news. And I let the tears continue. I was just so happy! I sat down next to DH and leaned over to rest my chin on his shoulder and whispered to him, "it was positive!" And I sobbed some more. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. He whispered back to me and asked if I wanted to leave church. I said no, and had to quickly regain my composure for communion by intinction. I'm sure I had red, splotchy eyes as I received the communion wafer from the pastor and dipped it in...juice! For the first time, I had a real reason for not using the wine! And it felt really good.
The last few minutes of church seemed to take an eternity. Again DH asked if I wanted to leave. This time I said yes so we snuck out during the closing hymn. I realized as we were walking to the car that I still did not have any Estrace to take on Monday since I would be taking my last dose Sunday night. DH and I were also planning to go to the apple orchard after church with my sister and my nephew. So I quick gave my sister a call to tell her we were on our way home, which was good since she was already on her way to our house to pick us up. Then I called my RE about my Estrace problem, but the clinic was already closed. "What? By 11:30 am?" I thought. So I held for the answering service. I explained my situation to the nice, non-medically trained man who answered the phone. After some discussion, he said he wasn't allowed to page a doctor unless it was an emergency. I told him I thought it was an emergency since I didn't have the medication I needed. He agreed to put in the page and said if I didn't hear from Dr. C (my RE) within 20 minutes, that I should call back again. Dr. C called nine minutes later. He is awesome.
I apologized for not thinking to ask about the Estrace when he called me the first time. Then we discussed that since I have ordered all of my meds over the phone to be mailed to me overnight, that he would call in a prescription for me to a local pharmacy for just a few pills to hold me over until I could refill my regular prescription with the mail order service. Sounded like a plan to me!
Monday, October 8, 2012
FET #1 - beta day
I'm sorry to take so long to update you all but I had a few phone calls to make to those who read my blog and know me IRL.
So, "what's new today," you ask? Oh nothing much besides a BFP!!!!!!!
I will update later with a proper post of how I found out, but I didn't want to leave you hanging any longer. My BFP was confirmed by my RE on Sunday and I finally POAS this morning...for my first ever positive pregnancy test!
Please keep the prayers coming; I know we're not out of the woods yet. And a BIG FAT THANK YOU to every single one of you who hoped and prayed and sent positive thoughts and vibes and kept body parts crossed and everything else! Because it worked! Your support helped bring us our BFP. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. <3
I go in for beta #2 tomorrow morning and will try to ask for numbers this time since I didn't get any numbers for beta #1.
So here it is! After eight years of IF, my very first positive pregnancy test:
So, "what's new today," you ask? Oh nothing much besides a BFP!!!!!!!
I will update later with a proper post of how I found out, but I didn't want to leave you hanging any longer. My BFP was confirmed by my RE on Sunday and I finally POAS this morning...for my first ever positive pregnancy test!
Please keep the prayers coming; I know we're not out of the woods yet. And a BIG FAT THANK YOU to every single one of you who hoped and prayed and sent positive thoughts and vibes and kept body parts crossed and everything else! Because it worked! Your support helped bring us our BFP. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. <3
I go in for beta #2 tomorrow morning and will try to ask for numbers this time since I didn't get any numbers for beta #1.
So here it is! After eight years of IF, my very first positive pregnancy test:
Isn't it beautiful? :D
Saturday, October 6, 2012
FET #1 - 9dp6dt
As I was about to take my last Estrace pill for the day yesterday evening, I counted the remaining little blue pills in the bottle and realized I would not have enough to last me through Monday, my beta day. I am supposed to have my blood draw Monday morning and should receive the results sometime Monday afternoon. So, by the time I receive my results, I should have taken two Estrace pills. By my count, I only have enough pills to last me through tomorrow evening. Queue mini freak out.
Why in the world would my clinic schedule my beta the day after my prescription runs out? Yeah, that makes sense. So I called my RE's office around 10:15 this morning to see what I should do: somehow get a refill of a few pills to last me until I get my test results (then renew my prescription if my beta is positive) or move my beta up a day and avoid trying to find a way to get a few extra pills on Monday (and still renew my prescription if my results are positive).
I knew from calling the clinic on the weekend in the past that the nurseline was closed until Monday but I played dumb and asked to speak to a nurse anyway. The receptionist said the nurseline was closed and asked if my question could wait until Monday. I explained my Estrace shortage and she found a nurse for me to speak with right away. The nurse tried to figure out a way for me to get a few extra pills, that is, until I suggested moving my appointment up one day. It was like she didn't even think of it. She put me on hold to find my chart to see if a Sunday beta would be too early to test. It wasn't. So now I'm getting my blood drawn tomorrow at 8:40 am and I won't have to go into work late on Monday. It's a win-win. Well, unless my beta is negative. Then it's a big fat lose.
I've been trying not to be on symptom watch during my 2WW. But I've been so much more hopeful this time, that I can't help but try to analyze how I've been feeling. I've either been experiencing pregnancy symptoms (somewhat likely) or PMS symptoms (very likely). So here is my symptom watch list at 9dp6dt and the day before my beta:
PS - I was visiting my sister and my nephew Thursday evening after work and would not be home in time for DH to give me my PIO shot. So I took my supplies with me. I knew my sister wouldn't give me my shot - and sure enough, I didn't even have to ask before she said no - so I gave myself my PIO shot again. And I'm happy to report there were no gushers of blood or (nearly) clogged toilets this time. ; )
Why in the world would my clinic schedule my beta the day after my prescription runs out? Yeah, that makes sense. So I called my RE's office around 10:15 this morning to see what I should do: somehow get a refill of a few pills to last me until I get my test results (then renew my prescription if my beta is positive) or move my beta up a day and avoid trying to find a way to get a few extra pills on Monday (and still renew my prescription if my results are positive).
I knew from calling the clinic on the weekend in the past that the nurseline was closed until Monday but I played dumb and asked to speak to a nurse anyway. The receptionist said the nurseline was closed and asked if my question could wait until Monday. I explained my Estrace shortage and she found a nurse for me to speak with right away. The nurse tried to figure out a way for me to get a few extra pills, that is, until I suggested moving my appointment up one day. It was like she didn't even think of it. She put me on hold to find my chart to see if a Sunday beta would be too early to test. It wasn't. So now I'm getting my blood drawn tomorrow at 8:40 am and I won't have to go into work late on Monday. It's a win-win. Well, unless my beta is negative. Then it's a big fat lose.
I've been trying not to be on symptom watch during my 2WW. But I've been so much more hopeful this time, that I can't help but try to analyze how I've been feeling. I've either been experiencing pregnancy symptoms (somewhat likely) or PMS symptoms (very likely). So here is my symptom watch list at 9dp6dt and the day before my beta:
- breasts - sore and swollen the last couple of days (could be pregnancy, could be PMS)
- cramps - I've been having cramps off and on since two days before my transfer. This is normal for me in a regular, non-pregnant cycle but cramps are also common in pregnancy. The cramps haven't been as strong as they were during my IVF cycle but they are stronger today so I'm fearful that AF is coming. (could be pregnancy, could be PMS)
- appetite - I've had periods of nausea during the last week or so and also periods of feeling very, very hungry. (could be pregnancy, could be side effects of the FET medication; I don't typically feel nauseated or really hungry during PMS)
- hydration - I have been really thirsty the last several days. I have no idea if this is related to anything other than maybe I haven't been drinking enough fluids, or maybe the change in the weather (it's much dryer this time of year where I live). (pregnancy? PMS? other?)
- sleep - I have been completely exhausted every day this week. (could be pregnancy; I don't typically get super tired until AF actually shows up)
- mood - I have been feeling crabby about the dumbest things; I'm not sure if women feel crabby during the early days of pregnancy? But I definitely feel crabby with PMS. (could maybe be pregnancy; could definitely be PMS)
PS - I was visiting my sister and my nephew Thursday evening after work and would not be home in time for DH to give me my PIO shot. So I took my supplies with me. I knew my sister wouldn't give me my shot - and sure enough, I didn't even have to ask before she said no - so I gave myself my PIO shot again. And I'm happy to report there were no gushers of blood or (nearly) clogged toilets this time. ; )
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
addendum to my last post
I don't know how it could possibly have slipped my mind when I was writing my last post, but I completely forgot to tell you another part to my story about how DH got a little upset when I asked for chocolate milk while I was on bed rest.
Before I went in the bedroom to have a good cry, I needed my PIO shot. Well, I was so upset (again - it's the hormones!) that I decided I was not going to rely on DH for my needs during the remainder of my bed rest (silliness, I know). So I gave my PIO shot to myself. DH was standing right there and asked me if I wanted him to do it. I said no and pushed the needle in. Yep, I did it. And it really wasn't that bad! Except for the part where I removed the needle from my tushie and started gushing blood. No kidding. It was coming out of that tiny needle hole faster than I could keep up with it.
And then DH swooped in and saved the day - er, night (I take my shot at 8 pm every night). He tore off a super absorbent paper towel and held it to my tushie. I took over the holding the paper towel part; he cleaned up the floor where my blood had spilled over the edge of my sweat pants and landed in big drips. Afterwards, I laid on the couch for a few minutes and then made my way to the bedroom. Cut to the scene in my last post where DH came into the bedroom and apologized and we had a good laugh.
After the drama and laughter in the bedroom, I made a pit stop in the bathroom before making my way back to the couch for a movie with DH. (You're probably wondering why I'm telling you about my visit to the restroom, but I assure you it involves another funny little story.) I didn't even do anything big (heh heh) in the bathroom, but for some reason, the toilet would not flush - like it was clogged. I waited for the water to slowly go down, then I flushed again...and very, very slowly, it emptied and was back to normal.
Still, I wondered why the toilet had such a problem flushing. After a few minutes, it dawned on me. I still had the paper towel stuffed in the back of my pants that DH had given me to stop the blood from gushing after my shot! LOL, it must have fallen out of my pants and into the toilet causing it to (almost) plug up. I chuckled to myself and shared my funny little story with DH. And he laughed. And probably rolled his eyes at me.
I guess that is what I get for being pouty and all hormone-y and giving myself my own PIO shot. I advise any of you who are thinking you can do this yourself to please reconsider. You may end up anemic with a clogged toilet. ; )
Before I went in the bedroom to have a good cry, I needed my PIO shot. Well, I was so upset (again - it's the hormones!) that I decided I was not going to rely on DH for my needs during the remainder of my bed rest (silliness, I know). So I gave my PIO shot to myself. DH was standing right there and asked me if I wanted him to do it. I said no and pushed the needle in. Yep, I did it. And it really wasn't that bad! Except for the part where I removed the needle from my tushie and started gushing blood. No kidding. It was coming out of that tiny needle hole faster than I could keep up with it.
And then DH swooped in and saved the day - er, night (I take my shot at 8 pm every night). He tore off a super absorbent paper towel and held it to my tushie. I took over the holding the paper towel part; he cleaned up the floor where my blood had spilled over the edge of my sweat pants and landed in big drips. Afterwards, I laid on the couch for a few minutes and then made my way to the bedroom. Cut to the scene in my last post where DH came into the bedroom and apologized and we had a good laugh.
After the drama and laughter in the bedroom, I made a pit stop in the bathroom before making my way back to the couch for a movie with DH. (You're probably wondering why I'm telling you about my visit to the restroom, but I assure you it involves another funny little story.) I didn't even do anything big (heh heh) in the bathroom, but for some reason, the toilet would not flush - like it was clogged. I waited for the water to slowly go down, then I flushed again...and very, very slowly, it emptied and was back to normal.
Still, I wondered why the toilet had such a problem flushing. After a few minutes, it dawned on me. I still had the paper towel stuffed in the back of my pants that DH had given me to stop the blood from gushing after my shot! LOL, it must have fallen out of my pants and into the toilet causing it to (almost) plug up. I chuckled to myself and shared my funny little story with DH. And he laughed. And probably rolled his eyes at me.
I guess that is what I get for being pouty and all hormone-y and giving myself my own PIO shot. I advise any of you who are thinking you can do this yourself to please reconsider. You may end up anemic with a clogged toilet. ; )
Monday, October 1, 2012
FET #1 - 48 hours of bed rest
Bed rest after my FET on Thursday was, by design, uneventful. I don't think I've ever slept so much in a 48-hour time period in my life. Although I didn't plan it, it seemed to have worked out well that I stayed up late the night before our noon time transfer. I was well rested before my first fresh cycle and was bored out of my mind on bed rest because I couldn't sleep (at least not very much). But let me tell you - this time I rocked the sleeping at night, and especially the napping during the day. When I wasn't sleeping, I was watching TV (primarily comedies per my nurse's advice) and babysitting my work email. I wanted to use the time to read and comment on blogs but it was just too awkward trying to type while laying down. So now I'm way behind on my blog reading / commenting (I hope you all forgive me!).
My post about my 48 hours of bed rest would not be complete if I didn't tell a little story about an interaction I had with DH on Friday night. I'll cut right to the main scene: queue me laying on the couch and DH getting supper ready. And action! DH walked into the living room and asked me what I wanted to drink with our pizza he picked up from Papa Murphy's that evening. He had already mixed himself a drink with rum, ice, and I think Sierra Mist or 7Up. So I asked for....wait for it....wait for it....chocolate milk! Exasperatedly, DH said to me "You always ask for the most complicated things!" And he was serious.
Queue me shrinking into the couch and crying. Normally, I wouldn't cry over chocolate milk or DH saying something like that to me so I'm definitely blaming this one on the drugs, and maybe some stress. And normally, I would walk over to DH and hug and kiss him and maybe make fun of him a little for having such a strong reaction to the idea of making such a complicated beverage as chocolate milk. Or just go make it myself. But DH seemed unfazed by my pouting and sniffling into the couch so I laid down in the bedroom and had a bigger cry.
Eventually, he came into the bedroom to see what was wrong. Men can be so clueless sometimes - am I right or am I right? ; ) I told him about the chocolate milk, he apologized, and I tried so hard to stay mad at him - at least for a little bit. But then he said something, and I can't even remember what it was at this point, but I could not stop laughing. I even put my hand over my mouth so he couldn't see that I was laughing, but obviously, he could hear me laughing - which I denied and then we laughed even more. All was right in the world again and I rejoined him in the living room for pizza (pepperoni and green olives for me, pepperoni and sausage for him) and a Redbox dvd rental (Wanderlust - which I had just seen about two weeks ago, oh well).
By Saturday, I was in the home stretch of serving my time in couch / bed prison. DH had planned to leave bright and early to make a stop at a sporting goods store before going fishing with his brother. I whined that I didn't want him to leave yet because I would be lonely while on bed rest, and I pointed out that his brother wouldn't even be awake that early (he works the night shift). So DH climbed back in bed and snuggled with me until I fell asleep again. This made me so happy - and still does any time I think about it. :D
My bed rest officially ended at 1 pm on Saturday. I showered immediately because I had a very lovely treat waiting for me at 2 pm: a 60-minute facial! (I try to get one facial or one massage a month as a treat to myself.) I was super excited but I didn't have time to style my hair. I just tried to sculpt it in place without using my blow dryer and rushed out the door. That was some record showering / dressing / eating lunch / feeble attempt at styling my hair. I wasn't even all that concerned about my hair; it always gets messed up during my facial anyway but I still had to be seen in public.
After my wonderful and relaxing facial, two of my girlfriends (CA & H) came over for a Redbox movie rental (The Hunger Games - which I had already seen but it was definitely worth seeing again) and Chinese takeout. Mmm...chicken lo mein and cream cheese wontons make me happy. : ) Half way through the movie, I had to exuse myself for my PIO shot. I joked with CA & H that I had to take a break to go shoot up. After the movie ended, we had some lovely girlfriend talk late into the night - well, late for three ladies in their mid-thirties, two of which have kids at home. In other words, we were ready to call it a night by 11 pm. I know, we live on the edge. Watch out.
And that is the end of my bed rest stories for FET #1. At least for now.
My post about my 48 hours of bed rest would not be complete if I didn't tell a little story about an interaction I had with DH on Friday night. I'll cut right to the main scene: queue me laying on the couch and DH getting supper ready. And action! DH walked into the living room and asked me what I wanted to drink with our pizza he picked up from Papa Murphy's that evening. He had already mixed himself a drink with rum, ice, and I think Sierra Mist or 7Up. So I asked for....wait for it....wait for it....chocolate milk! Exasperatedly, DH said to me "You always ask for the most complicated things!" And he was serious.
Queue me shrinking into the couch and crying. Normally, I wouldn't cry over chocolate milk or DH saying something like that to me so I'm definitely blaming this one on the drugs, and maybe some stress. And normally, I would walk over to DH and hug and kiss him and maybe make fun of him a little for having such a strong reaction to the idea of making such a complicated beverage as chocolate milk. Or just go make it myself. But DH seemed unfazed by my pouting and sniffling into the couch so I laid down in the bedroom and had a bigger cry.
Eventually, he came into the bedroom to see what was wrong. Men can be so clueless sometimes - am I right or am I right? ; ) I told him about the chocolate milk, he apologized, and I tried so hard to stay mad at him - at least for a little bit. But then he said something, and I can't even remember what it was at this point, but I could not stop laughing. I even put my hand over my mouth so he couldn't see that I was laughing, but obviously, he could hear me laughing - which I denied and then we laughed even more. All was right in the world again and I rejoined him in the living room for pizza (pepperoni and green olives for me, pepperoni and sausage for him) and a Redbox dvd rental (Wanderlust - which I had just seen about two weeks ago, oh well).
By Saturday, I was in the home stretch of serving my time in couch / bed prison. DH had planned to leave bright and early to make a stop at a sporting goods store before going fishing with his brother. I whined that I didn't want him to leave yet because I would be lonely while on bed rest, and I pointed out that his brother wouldn't even be awake that early (he works the night shift). So DH climbed back in bed and snuggled with me until I fell asleep again. This made me so happy - and still does any time I think about it. :D
My bed rest officially ended at 1 pm on Saturday. I showered immediately because I had a very lovely treat waiting for me at 2 pm: a 60-minute facial! (I try to get one facial or one massage a month as a treat to myself.) I was super excited but I didn't have time to style my hair. I just tried to sculpt it in place without using my blow dryer and rushed out the door. That was some record showering / dressing / eating lunch / feeble attempt at styling my hair. I wasn't even all that concerned about my hair; it always gets messed up during my facial anyway but I still had to be seen in public.
After my wonderful and relaxing facial, two of my girlfriends (CA & H) came over for a Redbox movie rental (The Hunger Games - which I had already seen but it was definitely worth seeing again) and Chinese takeout. Mmm...chicken lo mein and cream cheese wontons make me happy. : ) Half way through the movie, I had to exuse myself for my PIO shot. I joked with CA & H that I had to take a break to go shoot up. After the movie ended, we had some lovely girlfriend talk late into the night - well, late for three ladies in their mid-thirties, two of which have kids at home. In other words, we were ready to call it a night by 11 pm. I know, we live on the edge. Watch out.
And that is the end of my bed rest stories for FET #1. At least for now.
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