Saturday, August 27, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
On Levity
My boy dog, Miles, is a great dog. And he's worried about me, clearly- as I've spent a lot of time crying in the past 36 hours. He just curls into my side, occasionally nudging his nose into my lap and looking at me with his big soulful brown eyes. Maybe he knows more than I give him credit for, because he randomly just ate the paper that my doctor had jotted down the IVF clinics contact info on. I can't ever remember him eating paper before, not even when he was a puppy.
Nobody can make it go away. But he makes it a little better.
Until next time,
Grace
Monday, August 22, 2011
I'm pretty upset right now, and I'm going to keep this short. I went in to my OB/Gyn's office today because it's CD40 with no AF in sight. We're still going to try one last cycle of the increased clomid (hopefully in conjunction with an hcg injection) but that will be the end of the road for our fertility treatments here in town. The next step is IVF, which means travelling to Boston and spending 24k+.
It all just feels really unfair right now.
It all just feels really unfair right now.
Monday, August 15, 2011
On Insanity
I'm sure you all have heard the quote that insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome, or something to that effect. I've mused about this quote quite often- because my doctor has been slow to change my regimen even when it's clearly not working. And I'm slowly going insane.
I'm weary. So when I went into the office and the nurse told me that the billing ladies upstairs wanted to see me immediately, I groaned. What now? Well it would seem that my "luck" (I struggle to feel lucky about anything in the fertility department) where my doctor was coding my bills as "low complexity visits" had run out. She'd officially changed my diagnosis to "infertility" (uhm....duh) and now my insurance was kicking everything out and refusing to pay. Nothing like having to cough up 150+ on an unexpected bill the day before vacation. My shoulders slumped, and I fought back tears at the unfairness of it all. How can infertility treatment be deemed an elective thing, like liposuction or breast implants? Totally insane. The woman, who clearly felt bad, patted my hand and said that many patients are in the same boat as me. She meant well, but it didn't make me feel any better.
By the time I stripped down on the table and was waiting for the doc, I was feeling pretty discouraged. I didn't have good news for her, unlike the two months prior. She came in and I told her that my chart last cycle was a flat as Kansas- and that for the life of me I couldn't figure out what I had done differently from the two cycles earlier where I had miraculously O'd. I took my supplements, I exercised, I drank my 100 oz of water. I checked my blood sugar religiously to make sure I didn't let it get too high. What gives, I asked? She tapped her pen against my chart, sighed heavily- and told me she was upping the dosage of both medications and wanted to monitor me mid-cycle so she can give me a trigger HCG injection. Amen.
So I went and picked up my prescriptions, which YAY cost a bunch of extra money because they are a higher dosage. I went to the natural food co-op and bought the super expensive fish oil capsules that I have to take. I texted my husband and told him that we would be eating scrambled eggs and water all week on vacation. And even though it may be insane, I hoped.
Until next time,
Grace
I'm weary. So when I went into the office and the nurse told me that the billing ladies upstairs wanted to see me immediately, I groaned. What now? Well it would seem that my "luck" (I struggle to feel lucky about anything in the fertility department) where my doctor was coding my bills as "low complexity visits" had run out. She'd officially changed my diagnosis to "infertility" (uhm....duh) and now my insurance was kicking everything out and refusing to pay. Nothing like having to cough up 150+ on an unexpected bill the day before vacation. My shoulders slumped, and I fought back tears at the unfairness of it all. How can infertility treatment be deemed an elective thing, like liposuction or breast implants? Totally insane. The woman, who clearly felt bad, patted my hand and said that many patients are in the same boat as me. She meant well, but it didn't make me feel any better.
By the time I stripped down on the table and was waiting for the doc, I was feeling pretty discouraged. I didn't have good news for her, unlike the two months prior. She came in and I told her that my chart last cycle was a flat as Kansas- and that for the life of me I couldn't figure out what I had done differently from the two cycles earlier where I had miraculously O'd. I took my supplements, I exercised, I drank my 100 oz of water. I checked my blood sugar religiously to make sure I didn't let it get too high. What gives, I asked? She tapped her pen against my chart, sighed heavily- and told me she was upping the dosage of both medications and wanted to monitor me mid-cycle so she can give me a trigger HCG injection. Amen.
So I went and picked up my prescriptions, which YAY cost a bunch of extra money because they are a higher dosage. I went to the natural food co-op and bought the super expensive fish oil capsules that I have to take. I texted my husband and told him that we would be eating scrambled eggs and water all week on vacation. And even though it may be insane, I hoped.
Until next time,
Grace
Sunday, August 14, 2011
On Perfection
“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, falling in love with you I had no control over.”
Today is our first wedding anniversary. We've had a quiet weekend, puttering around the house. We have a family commitment tonight, so we opted to celebrate last night. Our budget is pretty limited right now, so I wound up driving across town in my pajamas to pick up cheap-ish takeout to bring back to our humble little abode. I took the food out of the styrofoam, and my husband lit a candle. Fancy, huh? We ate at the table (something of a rarity for us if we don't have people over) before returning to the couch and watching our shared guilty pleasure- forensic crime shows. We snuggled, and my husband played with my hair. We smiled at one another a lot. It was un-fussy and quirky and perfectly US.
It actually reminded me a little bit of how we got engaged. We'd just returned from Hawaii, and had been up for 36 hours. I'd had my nose in my book for the entire trip back to Vermont, and was just getting to the climax of the story when he came into our bedroom and said my full name. I thought he was about to teasingly admonish me for ignoring him all day, which would have been justified. But he got down on one knee and said some things that were private and special and that I will never forget. And then he asked me to be his wife, and I remember being somewhat surprised at how nervous he looked, because we'd already been living together for three years at that point. I slid off the bed and hugged him for a minute before he asked "so that's a yes, right?" To which I laughed and wholeheartedly agreed. Definitely a yes. There was no ring, and he told me that he'd considered doing it in picturesque Hawaii- but I assured him that how it happened was perfect. Perfectly US.
My version of our wedding day inspired by my new favorite blog:
We're not perfect as individuals, our relationship isn't perfect- but we're perfect for one another and perfectly US. And he'll always be the best thing that ever happened to me. That, as far as I'm concerned, is perfection.
Until next time,
Grace
Thursday, August 11, 2011
On Miles
As I've mentioned before on this humble little blog, I have two dogs. Two short-legged, English Jack Russell Terriers to be precise. Miles, my little man and the older of the two, was my 21st birthday present to myself. His arrival in California marked the beginning of our little family, and he is quite simply the best companion a girl could ask for.
I've been a bit emotional about the fact that Monday marked his 7th birthday. Many JRTs live to be twice that age, but there is no denying the fact that he is no longer a young dog. The universe seemed to be manifesting my concerns about my beloved buddy aging when on Monday afternoon I came home and didn't find him eagerly greeting me at the door. He cried pitifully when I tried to prop him up on his feet, and seemed unable to use one hind leg and one front leg. I carried him outside and placed him on the grass, and he simply trembled.
Needless to say, I hardly slept on Monday night. My husband and I took turns massaging him, and carrying him outside to see if he needed to relieve himself. He was still eating and drinking water, and that was the only reason that I didn't take him to the emergency clinic. The thought of losing him was unbearable, and having lost a relatively young furry family member to cancer as a teenager, I definitely thought the worse. I was terrified that the trip to the vet would put me in the awful position of ending his suffering, something I firmly believe in.
My husband was able to get him into a nearby vet first thing on Tuesday morning, and was enormously relieved to discover that "all" he had was an acute infection from level 1 Lyme's disease. His joints were painfully inflamed, and he has a temperature of 104.1- but 21 days of antibiotics and he should be back to his normal self.
We're two days into the treatment so far, and I've mostly stayed home with him. He's jumped down twice now to greet my husband as he comes through the door, and last night began happily gnawing on his favorite toy- a sure sign he was feeling better. He's still pretty listless, so we've spent the better part of the last two days just curled up together. The vet was of the opinion that, aside from the infection, he was in excellent health and was surprised at how old he was. So with any luck, we'll be curling up together for many years to come.
Finally, I would be remiss not to acknowledge that my hometown experienced a terrible tragedy this week. I fully intend to write about this once I've better gathered my thoughts about it, but for now- just know that my thoughts and prayers are constantly with those affected by the shooting at the Brattleboro Food Co-Op.
Until next time, may peace be with you,
Grace
I've been a bit emotional about the fact that Monday marked his 7th birthday. Many JRTs live to be twice that age, but there is no denying the fact that he is no longer a young dog. The universe seemed to be manifesting my concerns about my beloved buddy aging when on Monday afternoon I came home and didn't find him eagerly greeting me at the door. He cried pitifully when I tried to prop him up on his feet, and seemed unable to use one hind leg and one front leg. I carried him outside and placed him on the grass, and he simply trembled.
Needless to say, I hardly slept on Monday night. My husband and I took turns massaging him, and carrying him outside to see if he needed to relieve himself. He was still eating and drinking water, and that was the only reason that I didn't take him to the emergency clinic. The thought of losing him was unbearable, and having lost a relatively young furry family member to cancer as a teenager, I definitely thought the worse. I was terrified that the trip to the vet would put me in the awful position of ending his suffering, something I firmly believe in.
My husband was able to get him into a nearby vet first thing on Tuesday morning, and was enormously relieved to discover that "all" he had was an acute infection from level 1 Lyme's disease. His joints were painfully inflamed, and he has a temperature of 104.1- but 21 days of antibiotics and he should be back to his normal self.
We're two days into the treatment so far, and I've mostly stayed home with him. He's jumped down twice now to greet my husband as he comes through the door, and last night began happily gnawing on his favorite toy- a sure sign he was feeling better. He's still pretty listless, so we've spent the better part of the last two days just curled up together. The vet was of the opinion that, aside from the infection, he was in excellent health and was surprised at how old he was. So with any luck, we'll be curling up together for many years to come.
Finally, I would be remiss not to acknowledge that my hometown experienced a terrible tragedy this week. I fully intend to write about this once I've better gathered my thoughts about it, but for now- just know that my thoughts and prayers are constantly with those affected by the shooting at the Brattleboro Food Co-Op.
Until next time, may peace be with you,
Grace
Sunday, August 7, 2011
On Sweetness
I have three nieces, with a nephew expected around Thanksgiving. I love being an auntie, even if sadly with two of the three it is via long distance. E is my only local niece, the daughter of friends who have become part of our chosen family. I held her when she was just hours old, on our wedding day. The minister who married us, and who knew of our fertility struggles, saw the fact that she decided to arrive on that particular day as a good omen for us. That theory has yet to prove true....so anytime universe. Really. I'm ready.
So, like my first wedding anniversary, E's birthday is coming up in a week. Today was her party, and since her mother and I share an affinity for owls I decided to make owl sugar cookies. This blog needs a little levity- so I decided to take pictures of the process and share them.
I'm no slouch in the kitchen, I've worked in foodservice on & off since I was 15 and cooked professionally for about 5 years. I much prefer cooking over baking, so this was actually my first foray into decorating sugar cookies. When people compliment me on my cooking, or lament their own lack of finesse in the kitchen- I tell them truthfully that it has very little to do with innate talent and a whole lot to do with researching, planning and remaining level headed when your plan goes awry because it frequently will- especially if you are trying something new! Allrecipes.com is your friend. If 5,000 people have rated a recipe as excellent, chances are it's going to work. There's no need to waste time and money on trying to reinvent the wheel! Above are my weapons of choice for this particular project. High quality gel food coloring, squeeze bottles with a variety of tips on them and a copper cookie cutter.
A bunch of the reviewers of the recipe I'd chosen cautioned against making sugar cookies in hot, humid weather. There's a reason sugar cookies are popular at Christmas & Valentine's Day! I did what I could to combat the sticky factor, including using wax paper as my rolling surface and chilling the dough for several hours before I began to manipulate it. After several frustrating attempts at transferring the dough cut-outs onto the baking sheets I finally accepted that my best plan of attack would be to cut out the wax paper underneath each one and transfer them that way. This wound up being great for the whole process; cooling, decorating and bagging. I battled against the elements and won, this round anyway- and left the cookies to cool for 8 hours.
Once the cookies were completely cool (and I'd completed a last minute nanny job) we began to outline the cookies with brown icing in a #1 tip.. After allowing the outlines to cool for a short while my husband flooded each one with slightly thinner icing in a thicker tip while I attached the white fondant eyes. So far, so good.
I attempted to do the beaks and feet before going to bed, and that was a mistake. The brown of the bodies wasn't hard enough and they ran. Bummer! My vision of professional-looking cookies were dashed, and slightly frustrated I went to bed- setting my alarm for four hours later. I was able to salvage some of the beaks, and after doing some of the bellies had a flash of inspiration and decided to make an E instead in honor of the birthday girl. Live and learn!
I let the top detail layers harden for another four hours before carefully bagging each one for transport to the party. In hindsight it's probably inappropriate to pray that cookies don't break, so sorry about that universe...if you are in fact listening! The cookies were a hit, and overall I was happy with how they came out. Next time I may use different tools for the detail work, namely a paintbrush to help keep the lines smaller and more controlled.
Until next time,
Grace
So, like my first wedding anniversary, E's birthday is coming up in a week. Today was her party, and since her mother and I share an affinity for owls I decided to make owl sugar cookies. This blog needs a little levity- so I decided to take pictures of the process and share them.
I'm no slouch in the kitchen, I've worked in foodservice on & off since I was 15 and cooked professionally for about 5 years. I much prefer cooking over baking, so this was actually my first foray into decorating sugar cookies. When people compliment me on my cooking, or lament their own lack of finesse in the kitchen- I tell them truthfully that it has very little to do with innate talent and a whole lot to do with researching, planning and remaining level headed when your plan goes awry because it frequently will- especially if you are trying something new! Allrecipes.com is your friend. If 5,000 people have rated a recipe as excellent, chances are it's going to work. There's no need to waste time and money on trying to reinvent the wheel! Above are my weapons of choice for this particular project. High quality gel food coloring, squeeze bottles with a variety of tips on them and a copper cookie cutter.
A bunch of the reviewers of the recipe I'd chosen cautioned against making sugar cookies in hot, humid weather. There's a reason sugar cookies are popular at Christmas & Valentine's Day! I did what I could to combat the sticky factor, including using wax paper as my rolling surface and chilling the dough for several hours before I began to manipulate it. After several frustrating attempts at transferring the dough cut-outs onto the baking sheets I finally accepted that my best plan of attack would be to cut out the wax paper underneath each one and transfer them that way. This wound up being great for the whole process; cooling, decorating and bagging. I battled against the elements and won, this round anyway- and left the cookies to cool for 8 hours.
Once the cookies were completely cool (and I'd completed a last minute nanny job) we began to outline the cookies with brown icing in a #1 tip.. After allowing the outlines to cool for a short while my husband flooded each one with slightly thinner icing in a thicker tip while I attached the white fondant eyes. So far, so good.
I attempted to do the beaks and feet before going to bed, and that was a mistake. The brown of the bodies wasn't hard enough and they ran. Bummer! My vision of professional-looking cookies were dashed, and slightly frustrated I went to bed- setting my alarm for four hours later. I was able to salvage some of the beaks, and after doing some of the bellies had a flash of inspiration and decided to make an E instead in honor of the birthday girl. Live and learn!
I let the top detail layers harden for another four hours before carefully bagging each one for transport to the party. In hindsight it's probably inappropriate to pray that cookies don't break, so sorry about that universe...if you are in fact listening! The cookies were a hit, and overall I was happy with how they came out. Next time I may use different tools for the detail work, namely a paintbrush to help keep the lines smaller and more controlled.
Until next time,
Grace
Friday, August 5, 2011
On Disappointment
Disappointment is something I've really become all too familiar with. Every cycle starts with the hope that it will be the last, and the 15th was no exception. I was particularly excited this time around because the past two cycles I had an increased response to the medications- I ovulated, had an appropriately timed luteal phase etc, etc. Things that lots of women take for granted, and they'd only happened for me twice in 14 months. I thought I'd figured it out- the supplements, the water, the special glycemic diet, the exercise, the weight loss.
Nope. Today is CD24 and I haven't been able to confirm ovulation. I lie awake at night trying to figure out what I did wrong, what I did different from the two months prior. I don't have any answers. I doubt my doctor will, either. She'll just re-write the prescriptions and send me off to try again. And I'm really, really tired of trying.
Until next time,
Grace
Nope. Today is CD24 and I haven't been able to confirm ovulation. I lie awake at night trying to figure out what I did wrong, what I did different from the two months prior. I don't have any answers. I doubt my doctor will, either. She'll just re-write the prescriptions and send me off to try again. And I'm really, really tired of trying.
Until next time,
Grace
Monday, August 1, 2011
On Distractions
I've been an infertility patient for 15 months now, and they have undoubtedly been the hardest of my life. Sometimes I beat myself up for feeling this way- for letting this enormous failure overshadow all the happy things. I went to Europe for three weeks late last spring; 11 whirlwind stops in Italy, Austria & Germany. I married the love of my life in a tiny backyard ceremony- on the same day that very good friends of ours welcomed their much anticipated first child! We bought our first house, a little bungalow that I adore. I went west this winter, and visited some of my very closest friends in San Francisco and Portland! Why can't I focus on these things? Well, because we want a baby- and I'm terrified that my body won't cooperate.
I remember distinctly the day (about six months ago) when I stumbled across a well written article on resolve.org that dealt with this very issue. The author stressed the importance of understanding and accepting that infertility is a crisis- one with no clear end in sight. That you can't bully yourself into snapping out of it, or being normal- that the best you can do is find a balance. Really accepting this as true has made a tremendous difference for me.
Key strategies for sanity have been to limit the amount of time I spend online researching and talking to people about fertility everyday. My friends might scratch their head at this, but I promise that I do actually TRY to talk about other things with you!
The past two months I've also gone out of my way to do things when I know I'm not pregnant that I wouldn't be able to do if I was. Does it take away the sting of disappointment? Hell no. But it does distract me. The month before last it was a nice date day centered around eating a bunch of sushi (I seriously love me some raw fish) and this month it was taking my little brother to a waterpark and doing a bunch of slides. They were both very nice days, where for a brief time I felt "normal."
The past two months I've also gone out of my way to do things when I know I'm not pregnant that I wouldn't be able to do if I was. Does it take away the sting of disappointment? Hell no. But it does distract me. The month before last it was a nice date day centered around eating a bunch of sushi (I seriously love me some raw fish) and this month it was taking my little brother to a waterpark and doing a bunch of slides. They were both very nice days, where for a brief time I felt "normal."
Since I'm not rich- I can't spend all my days at amusement parks or sushi joints. Here's a list of my go-to distractions when I need to not think about all this stuff for awhile;
1.) Hanging out with friends. Pretty self explanatory. I find it much harder to obsess, fret, and worry about getting pregnant when I'm with other people. Oddly, and happily enough- this goes for hanging out with my friends that are new parents too. I really, really hope I never get to the point where being around babies is upsetting to me.
2.) Exercise. I walk 4 miles a day, and go to the gym to use the elliptical 5 days a week. I listen to ridiculous hip-hop music and daydream about crazy things that I refuse to admit to here. Even once the exercise is over, I find that I am able to be in a more positive and relaxed state of mind and I feel more in control.
3.) Reading. I read a lot of non-fiction- particularly true crime, biographies, stuff related to various monarchies throughout history. I also read....oh man am I going admit this? I guess so. I read fanfiction. It's bloody awful writing a lot of the time, but I akin it to chick flicks for lots of women. I appreciate that there is always a happy ending, wrapped up in a neat little package. Also, I can read it on my phone- which is handy since I nanny and often have time to kill while my charge is napping.
4.) The Boston Red Sox. Some things never change, and in spite of all I've gone through, I'm still a sports nut. I watch every single game, and I yell at the TV. My husband reminds me that I have to kick this habit before we have kids, so I don't wake them up. Somehow I don't think I will struggle to remember that we have a baby in the house, dear.
5.) Project Runway. Say what? Admittedly, a clothes horse I am not. I am a jeans and hoodie girl and would have gotten married in my pajamas if I thought I could get away with it. But I seriously love this show- and I own seasons 4 through 8. When I'm having a crappy day, I curl up on the couch and watch hours and hours. I'm not usually a reality TV kinda girl, but there is something about how talented they all are and the zany challenges that just does it for me.
6.) Bones. My other favorite TV show. Until this past season, was blissfully a baby-free zone for me. Murder and funny one-liners...sexual chemistry. What more could a girl ask for? My husband also enjoys this show, so that is a plus.
Until next time,
Grace
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