tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320148832011-11-27T18:18:51.864-05:00It's been more of a struggle and an uphill climb than I ever anticipated. But, contrary to what I sometimes feel, my life doesn't completely revolve around TTC, and thats reflected in here as well.E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-29788281246221161122010-02-09T20:23:00.000-05:002010-02-09T20:23:44.742-05:00

Bad news is that I am not pregnant this cycle. Crap. What a disappointment. That's also the old news.  The disappointment that is. Good news is that it seems like my cycles just might be regulating. Seems that having a kid or nursing or perhaps gaining 40lbs (OMG that hurts just to see it in black and white) has extended my cycles by 4 days. Odd. But whatever. I guess its totally true what they

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Just found out last night that some good friends of ours are expecting. She is about 5 weeks along, its very early. Actually, I am not even supposed to know, but my husband knows the consequences of breaking the husband and wife circle of trust... So, of course, the second thing that pops into my head, after "I can't believe you didn't tell me two days ago when you first found out you prick!" was

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At least in my case. You might think that now that I have been blessed with a kid (the best kid in the universe, excepting his sleeping habits) I wouldn't be so bitter about people who get pregnant without even trying. Guess what. I'm bitter. I saw a random update on facebook congratulating someone who I don't even really know on her pregnancy. I know enough to know that she just got married a

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So, this is our second month trying. We missed the window on our first month, so this month we are going to get started a few days earlier in the cycle in hopes that we catch it this time. I have worries that I have a caustic babymaker, and that perhaps, like the Death Star, it destroys anything that tries to get into its airspace. That would really suck. At any rate, the RE (reproductive

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What could I expect? To get pregnant on the first try out? Well, part of me hoped for it. One of my IRL IF friends got PG by ACCIDENT with her second, and another IRL IF friend got PG their first cycle trying. But not me. It wasn't as crushing as it used to be just before we got pregnant with Trent, but if it goes on for very long, it will get that way, and probably soon. Not as crushing, but a

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Seriously, all the info that I had on TTC flew right out of my head the moment I saw those 2 pink lines I think. I've been having ridiculous expectations like last time, but at least this time, I can see that. I am hoping that we hit our TTC window this cycle, and I actually started manufacturing symptoms. Then, I realised that even if we had hit the window, the thing hadn't even implanted yet,

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Trent is just over 7 months old. We are heading in for round 2. I am hoping that there is some truth to the idea that you are extra fertile in the year after you give birth. I've had more than one friend who needed the medical establishments help in conceiving number one, who got pregnant first time 'round all on their own for number two. I wouldn't expect to be so lucky (since, as I have

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You see, I said that there was nothing new I could post. Not that there was nothing new to post.Even now, I think its a bit early to let the cat out of the bag, as it were, but, now I figure I can tell you about the news. Check it out over here.

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I don't think that I will be posting much on here any more.There just isn't anything new that I can post.

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Toward the end of the past 12 months or so, I have been very good at eliminating and then ignoring all possible "pregnancy" symptoms. Month one, I thought my sense of smell was heightened, but it was just the over-active air freshener in the bathroom.Month two I was able to ignore the sense of smell symptom, but then fell victim to the lower-back ache symptom. Month three, I was able to ignore

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Night before last, I had a bit of a strange dream. I dreamt that I had a... well, lets just say a male reproductive organ. Usually, I don't remember my dreams at all, and if I do, they are always pretty straightforward, just reliving events that happened durin the day, or straight-up nightmares or stress dreams. But this, this was a pretty odd element that I felt that I should look up the

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I don't mean to be, really, but there is only so much "OMG, could it be? No, I couldn't be so lucky. But maybe. But I won't get my hopes up. But how great would it be if it did?" that I could be writing.Other than that, I really don't have a SINGLE other thing to post about.Really.Sorry.Maybe soon, but right now I am waaaay too busy obsessing over things that are completely beyond my control.

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and I am pretty proud of myself for not thinking too much about possible symptoms and stuff.Actually, I know I shouldn't put my shoulder out of joint patting myself on the back just yet. It's only 3 days past. I don't usually get crazy in the 2WW until about 7dpo. This cycle does feel different though, obviously. Different procedure, hopefully eliminated at least 2 of the variables that were

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Because it seems it's not currently focusing on screwing up our plans!Seems like things are going pretty well.Yesterday, we found out that the 19mm follie had exploded to 26mm overnight. That one follie clearly hogged all the energy, because the other 3 stayed right where they were, 13, 12 and 10. Now, I am not sure if only the 26er will spit out, or if all 3 will spit out, but only the 26er will

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Well, went for the 2nd u/s today to see the progress down in Ovaryville. Only one egg continued to grow, one got smaller and the other 2 are just chilling not doing anything. So, we nowmy left ovary has 2 follicles, one 19mm and the other 13mmmy right ovary has 2 follicles, one 12mm and one 10mmmy lining is 8.3, which, according to my post below, is just great. And I am supposing that it might

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You didn't think that just because I got some OK news that I would stop googling stuff, did you? Oh no. I will google till the cows come home.I wanted to confirm that 7 is OK, because I have read about others being at 11 and that being great. Turns out, I was worried for nothing. I pinched this from the website for the Advanced Fertility Center of Chicago.We like to see a lining of at least 8mm

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She's doing a great job making sure that everything is progressing just as it should in the Egg Factory.I learned a few things today, first ismy left ovary has 2 follicles, one 17mm and the other 14mmmy right ovary has 2 follicles, one 12mm and one 10mm; thereforeit looks like 50mg of clomid was enough, andmy lining is 7, which for CD10, is fineand I also learned thatthe u/s tech isn't the b*tch

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Tomorrow we go in and see just how things are percolating down in Ovary-ville. I don't really have high hopes for this cycle, even though we are doing something totally different this time. I just don't think I could be that lucky.I don't call it pessimism, I call it realism.Anyway, now that I go back and think over my Clomid Experience, I don't believe that I could really say that it came with

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Yeah, nothing really to report for yesterday. Except that I am glad that it was the last day. I had some doozies of death/anxiety dreams last night, but that could be because I am officially starting my new job today, and the new boss is out of jury duty all week and I am kinda floundering in a sea of "what the f*ck". I also had a major case of the glums yesterday. But that was after an impromptu

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I figured that the Clomid was messing with me yesterday, but not in any significant way. There was a period of time at the wedding where I was sitting like a bump on a log because I was all moody, and my eyes swam with unshed tears a few times, but for the most part it was fine.All went well with the wedding. Except that it was held at a pavilion in a public park, and some random douchebag

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I will consider myself lucky that the clomid didn't wreck me too much. I think yesterday was my worst symptom day, and that could have been because I didn't do anything, and so was able to really wallow in it. Or, it could be that I was feeling really shitty, and thus didn't want to do anything. Either way, it was a bit of a tough day yesterday. Today, I have a wedding to attend, and I can't be

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6:30 am woke up, started getting ready for appt; did not take pill*, just in case I shouldn't have started before my u/s8:15 am Arrive at fertility clinic, settle in with a Flare, circa 1986, wait for my name to be called8:19 am miracle of miracles, I am called in a scant 4 minutes after my actual appt time8:25 am undergo very uncomfortable (not physically) CD 2 transv u/s8:26 am get put off by

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6:40 am take pill6:55 am become filled with overwhelming sense of dread (this isn't going to work, and if it doesn't, we are so f*cked; IVF isn't really an "option")6:59 am fight with Rich because he isn't really that supportive when I express concerns ("there's nothing else we can do about it / it's out of our hands" doesn't go far for comforting me when I think we might never have children)7:15

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Looks like its coming up. I have to say, I hate what my own hormones do to me, let alone those augmented by a foreign pharmaceutical in my body. I plan to document the experience, scientific styles...Any suggestions on how to make it as informational as possible? Any particular things I should be looking out for?I am thinking of listing the most common side effects, and then noting whether they

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Echloe has tagged me, and I must answer these questions with one word, and then tag 4 other people. This one seems easyish, so I am on board.1. Where is your cell phone? Unknown2. Your significant other? Ideal3. Your hair? Short4. Your mother? Strong5. Your father? Goofy6. Your favorite thing? Peace7. Your dream last night? None8. Your favorite drink? Iced Tea9. Your dream/goal?

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Yeah, yeah. I'll take it. That's me.I am 33 today, and although that is by no means old, and I do know that I have tons of eggs just waiting their sweet little turn to drop, I am not that keen on being 33, and not pregnant.I could be 43 right?But then, I could also be 23.I love Rich with all my heart, but he displayed some classic "husband" behavior this weekend by not planning a gawdamn thing

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It can be a good and a bad thing. For the most part, I am glad that the excitement and anticipation that accompanied the first few months of trying is gone. It's taxing on your psyche to get hyped up only to be disappointed. Moving on to IUI, I would say that a modicum of excitement/hope is back, but not too much. I even have hopes for this cycle. I keep smacking it down like a whack-a-mole, but

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I had to share these pictures of a cake that was done for a co-workers shower.If you want a cake like this, and live in the GTA (you'll know what that means if you live here) I can probably direct you to the cake maker.

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The good news was that we have a treatment plan.The bad news is we have 2 weddings to attend in August, and there isn't a snowballs chance in hell that we will be financially able to do the IUI.Boo.I am calling our insurance companies today, but I doubt I will hear any good news.Oddly enough, I am not too stressed out about waiting one more month now that I know we have a plan of action.Don't get

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Treatment plan is established.Results of second SA were much improved. Morphology is still not great, but the volume is up to normal and the count is twice normal. So, I did all kinds of woe-is-me-ing for nothing. Well, kind of nothing.At any rate, we now have a treatment plan. And the RE is confident that it should work. But not so much so that she gave us false hope. Clomid with IUI. So, if the

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I've talked about this before, but I love my neighborhood. It's got a Starbucks, Locke Street Bakery (bagels and Seattles Best) antique shops, pubs, a Créperie, and now, it has a DELI.As I write this, I wipe the mustardy remains of a wicked pastrami on rye from my mouth. So good. So, in case anyone Googles Waxy's Deli on Locke Street, and ends up here, know this:4 ounces of meat is enough. You

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I am not much of a movie snob. I don't go on at length about my favourite directors or anything like that. I don't even think I have a favorite director. But, this movie, I really think I am going to want to see. Lots of great actors in it. I am not a Brad Pitt fan, but I like it when actors aren't afraid to make a goof of themselves and do something different, like play a doofus instead of a

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This is it. The moment we have all been waiting for. A TREATMENT PLAN. It may just come to pass today. In less than 6 hours, I will know what we are going to have to do.I suspect (because I lurrrrve to think negatively) that she will tell us that IVF with ICSI is our only chance. Or, she might just say lets wait it out, or she might even say, lets try CLOMID. Which I hear is just a

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Like a hippo in the mud in tropical Africa, I was rolling around in a little bit of misery there. Don't be mistaken, I am not "over it", but I am going to try and maintain a little bit of perspective. Thanks to all who commented, you made some very valid points.I am still young, and we still do have options. But it was kind of like the death of a dream, so I guess I was just mourning that. Really

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I think that I was so excited about having my family all together (we live all over 2 countries) that it failed to register how painful the whole thing had the potential to be. First, I had really hoped to be pregnant by now, pregnant enough so that I could announce it to everyone while we were all together. I had hoped for this 6 months ago at Christmas too, since we were almost all together

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At the risk of jumping to conclusions, I would venture to say that we may just have a diagnosis. My tubes are clear, I O like clockwork, but my husband's swimmers aren't that great. Looks like a ducks, quacks like a duck, must be MFI.I googled our particular flavor of MFI (morphology) and it appears that, not only is MFI the most difficult kind of IF to overcome, but this KIND of MFI is the most

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I am totally stealing their bandwidth for this picture (which I try not to do in general), but I figure they can deal with it, since I am technically advertising for them. Thing is, this stuff is awesome. Usually, after I wash my face, it feels like I have just had a chemical peel its so dried out, but this, I don't even really have to use a moisturizer (and I don't, I have a very bad skin-care

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Generally, my philosophy is (was) to drink until I see those 2 little lines. I mean, if I had cut out drinking to get PG, I would have had a dry year. But now, it looks like Rich will most definitely have to teetotal it, I feel like I should as well, if not at the least just in solidarity.'Course, summer is the worst time to lay off drinking: I love me some patio action.Ah well, if it comes down

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Yeah, so we didn't hear that nothing was wrong.I am trying not to panic, but the single SA that we did did not come back with positive results. I am hamstrung a little here, in that I know that Rich would not want his laundry aired in the public forum, so I can't go into detail. I am doing exactly what the Dr's don't like for you to do. I am evaluating things based on an incomplete picture, since

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OK, so, here is the update to this post. It's really not finished, since we pretty much only painted, and didn't put in any finishing touches, like, shelves, pictures, knickknacks, etc. The room could also really use a dresser, but we just don't have one, so.... there. Here it is, the unveiling, such as it is.

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I sure hope not, but this is going to be the beginning of something. At least the beginning of knowing. Knowing something at least. Today is the big appt with the Urologist, and Rich is petrified that he is going to get the news that he has no sperm. No sperm at all. Nothing. I doubt thats the case. Frankly, I think we are going to hear that everything is normal. Then we will move on to more

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My old "Posh" bob was growing out and getting very bulky at the ends. Not a good look. So, I went to get a new cut today, intending to just get rid of some of that bulk. Instead, I went in and got a "shag". Sounds scary, but it looked super cool on the stylist that I copied. My stylist didn't style it quite the same, but, I think I will be able to do a lot with it. For more on the shag, and how

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This will be brief.The downstairs guest room, before and after.

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Can someone make me a t-shirt with that on it? That's what I am I think. We just finished the bathroom about a week ago (and still need to install a few tiles and some caulk) and last night we started painting the upstairs guest bedroom (aka, the baby's room). I don't call it that because I have a baby to put in it, but because the previous owners (who we took over for over 2 years ago, give or

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Ever get struck with a random memory? Somehow the synapses in my brain made a series of connections that resulted in the surfacing of a memory from childhood. And now I wish I was there, instead of where I am right now.I am having a "crisis of career" at the moment, and am not sure what I want to do about it. Do I want to move ahead in my career just because my friends are all in management

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Yes, I am have them. I haven't been very vocal about them though.This will be the one and only post that relates to them, unless they do something remarkable like cure cancer.My husband takes tons and tons of pictures of them. I think thats kinda weird. No disrespect to those that take lots of pics of their animals, but, I don't get it myself. At any rate, here they are, my little angels (

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OK, so its practically done. We have some finishing work (a few tiles, some caulking) and a few small items still to purchase (like the toothbrush holder, etc) but for the most part, its done. And not a moment too soon. My folks are coming down in a few weeks for the first time in about a year, so we wanted to have it done for when they got here. And so, without further ado: Lots

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OK, so maybe I am being a smidge melodramatic, but I am swinging from apathy, to sadness to what I am experiencing at the moment: anger and frustration.I want it now. I want it now. Not the promises of what tomorrow brings.And I am getting sick and frickin' tired of waiting for it.Yes, yes, I know, it's only been a year. There are people who have been waiting for 5 years, but you know what, I am

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But its really not working.Have I told you about our last chance before the HSG? This is it. I'll know if I have to get the lovely HSG done. I thought that I wouldn't have the chance this month, but I did, so this really IS the last chance before the HSG.Saw an old friend and her daughter yesterday. She has some trouble TTC as well, but she has a little girl now, and her daughter is just sweet

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I'll work the poll mania out of my system, and will get back to posting about my bum uterus, but this, I find very interesting.A space age suit. This is a marvel of technological advancement, but is it appropriate for competition? Before I go too much further, I must remind you all that I am a fattie who cares little for sports. I know they can be good for building character and leadership skills

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I must confess, that I think I am teetering on the razor wire of bad fashion.I am wearing a bubble skirt today.Its a very subtle bubble, because the dress is made out of jersey, and therefore doesn't have the body to make a big bubble, but I am still a little bit concerned. Certainly if I worked for Anna Wintour I would be released from service for such a transgression, but, I work at a fairly

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-56815894153979645962008-06-24T14:13:00.006-04:002008-07-01T09:36:39.620-04:00

No, not of the bum uterus that I seem to be in possession of. No, something far more agonising.The Summer Wedding Season.The showers, the pre-ceremony parties, the grand event itself. What's a girl to wear. Even more pressing, what's a curvy girl to wear? And to complicate that even further, what's a curvy girl to wear when "everyone" is anticipating what you are wearing???No, I'm not the bride.

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I have this friend, who I haven't talked too/seen in probably 2 years. Very brief backstory here. We have a mutual friend whom I've only just recently become close with who is getting married shortly, so there's been opportunities for mandated social interaction. For the first time in 2 years.I was so sure that this girl Hated. My. Guts. A different mutual friend told me as much. And, I also knew

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I knew this would happen again. I knew that he would do something to merit a new entry. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I love my husband more than life itself, and I know that I should count my lucky stars every day that I managed to find him.But then his complete and utter absence of a sense of direction kicks in.Backstory: We commute to work together. We work about 90 km away from

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I never thought that we would have any trouble at all TTC.When things didn't take right away, I never thought that we would have to actually get treatment, I thought that it was just going to take the year that they say it does.Now, we are almost at a year, and I find myself having to entertain the notion that we may not only have to undergo IUI, but we might have to go with IVF.I didn't want to

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It makes me very conscious of the passage of time. I, like many others, am afraid of that day when I wake up at age 85 and think, holy sh*t, where has my life gone. Yes, with any luck, I will be a cussing Grandma. I don't like to really think about the passage of time, I don't want to know just when every grain of sand slips through to the bottom half of the hourglass, but, that's what TTTC is

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-36895956109513654262008-06-16T15:44:00.004-04:002008-06-20T08:33:58.941-04:00

OK, so if you read IF blogs, I am sure that this won't be a new topic to you.It's strange how it can color almost every aspect of your life.As a lifelong fattie, I used to watch movies and instead of just losing myself in the moment (like in a tense scene of imminent danger), I would be engaged in an inner monologue about how lean the lead female characters thighs were, or how small her waist was

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-85753311454236601522008-06-14T09:34:00.003-04:002008-06-14T09:47:57.844-04:00

We have one more chance to get this show on the road by ourselves before I go in for an HSG and start with the medical intervention.All I wanted was a goddamned SA. Not too much to ask, right?I think they need to change their protocols. We KNOW I am Oing. How strong, etc, we don't know exactly, but as far as we know, I a Oing regularly and my post O levels look good. So, would you not think that

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-22664432444698980662008-06-13T14:21:00.004-04:002008-06-13T14:26:24.181-04:00

So, from lurking on Matt Logelin's blog, I found Last.fm, and on last.fm, I've found Halo33, which, it seems, is a dude who just remixes NIN stuff.OK, I love NIN, so I guess I love Halo33.Although, I have heard shit remixes of NIN, but so far, I am pleased. Check it: Halo33 – Disciplined

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-23161100281341292512008-06-12T21:48:00.002-04:002008-06-12T21:59:50.200-04:00

I shudder to think at the sniveling mess I will be when my body is one day infused with myriad pregnancy hormones. (It wil f*cking happen goddamn it.)So, I am watching the news this morning, as I do when I am getting ready, and am watching clips of Stephen Harper (Canada's Prime Minister, for all the non-Canadians out there) apologising to Aboriginal Canadians for Residential Schools. I don't

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So, this is the one that has been rolling around in my brain for a while. Mostly because, there was a time (that I think has passed) that the focus became so much on just getting pregnant, that the after wasn't even a consideration. Having a child was not the goal, so much as just GETTING FREAKIN' PREGNANT.I started thinking, because I want to be sure that I am doing this for the right reasons.

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And I don't even miss her. She didn't have anything to say at the end of this 2WW. Cycle ended, and I hadn't had a solid week of what-ifs and maybes and could-bes.Thank goodness.Now I just hope she stays dead.This feels so awesome. Call me a pessimist if you will, but not obsessing about it feels so much better. I think that Lady Hyde and Hope are the same thing, so I am glad they have kicked the

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-74249061315839018272008-06-07T10:57:00.003-04:002008-07-22T15:18:44.848-04:00

My current city has kind of a bad rep. It's been called the "Armpit of Ontario" and a number of other disparaging names. You see, its main economy was/is steel. I think we're like the Canadian Pittsburgh (or as Sienna Miller called it, Shittsburgh).However, if you've read that Wikipedia entry (which I know you have...) you'll note that the industry is changing to a healthcare based one.There is

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-6758559761032627552008-06-06T12:09:00.001-04:002008-06-06T12:10:53.286-04:00

I haven't been posting much lately. Mostly because work has turned into something that Dante would write about. Something about the 7th circle?At any rate, there is a post percolating in my noggin. I hope to get it out soon.

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OK, so we got these great new couches for our living room.I am paralyzed with fear...I really want to make this living room freaking shine, so I need some help in the decorating dept, if anyone has any suggestions.I don't know what kind of coffee/endtables to get, since I am not keen on glass, and I don't want to put too much brown in the room. I am looking to make a strong statement with this

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I've been tagged by Echloe, who was around when I first hit the nest. I do believe we are both still there... boo for us. But anyway, onto the fun stuff. After seeing this kind of thing on many other blogs, I have been tagged (my next goal is to get one of those award thingies, hint hint). Here is the deal:The Meme originated over an idea that was prompted by the book written by Larry Smith and

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I think I had 2 posts that were kinda on the not-shallow minutiae-of-my-life side, and I think that might be it for me. I am tapped out.Apologies in advance to anyone who checked me out from NaComLeavMo and plan to come back thinking that I post like that all the time.It's going to be back to completely random and non-comment worthy stuff. Shouting into the void here people. I'm just happy if I

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-35146247641123248032008-06-03T08:56:00.004-04:002008-06-03T13:43:26.084-04:00

I look around, and yes, this place looks familiar. Looks more and more familiar every time I come. I am visiting with Lady Hyde. I don't want to be here, but I just find myself here once a month, against my will, listening to her natter away. She seems to be getting a little quieter, or maybe she just waits until the very last minute to start shouting "THIS COULD BE IT! THIS COULD BE THE MONTH.

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I've just read a post about the correct language to use when discussing adoption, ie birthmother vs natural mother, etc etc.With all the posting about adoption that gets done on these blogs/message boards, I am amazed that something never registered with me.My sister is adopted.Thing is, its such a non-issue to me, that until today, until as part of NaComLeavMo, I was forced to think about it (

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No one is perfect right? Even if they are freakishly near to perfect. Which my husband is. And I don't even think that's just me being all "in love" with him and everything. I try to maintain perspective, and I think he is near perfect.This morning however, I found words coming out of my mouth that sounded suspiciously like......nagging.I don't really want to be a nagger. Harridan is not a good

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-63164192757665956512008-05-28T08:44:00.002-04:002008-05-28T08:44:58.329-04:00

I've mentioned this before, but, long before I was even with my husband, I've been keeping an ear to the ground for child-rearing tips, clues, etc. I mean, it's the most important job I'll have right? And I don't mean that the way that I think a lot of people say it. I think a lot of people say it because its the most difficult job you'll ever have, but it truly is important.This is another human

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I have to recommend this book. The plot (so far, as I haven't finished it yet) is gripping, the pace is good, the characters well-defined. But, the real reason that I have to recommend this book is the way it made me think about the roles we play, or that play us.Before I get into that, can I just talk about how sometimes book cover design is pure genius. I was completely drawn in by this cover.

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I've seen a lot of blogs advertising the designer of their header art.If you've been coming to my blog for a while, you'll have noticed that I change mine every once in a while.I dabble in the graphic design.If you need a header, drop me a line. I can make it happen for you.The first person to make a request, I will do it gratis.

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It was kinda great. With the exception of the fact that we had to wait 20 minutes to get in to see her, and she mentioned that she is normally an HOUR behind. So, next time my appt is at 3, I should show up for 4? WTF? This is something I hate the MOST about doctors. But, I digress. She was very very nice, very pleasant, seemed genuinely invested in our care. Which is different, but, on par for

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And no, oddly enough, its not TTC related.We had to replace the shut-off valves under the sink, because they were too small for the lines from the faucet. Kinda bizarre, I thought that shit was standard, but no. So, we cannot finish the bathroom until that is done.We had to turn off the main water line, and remove the old valves. Now, the new valves won't install properly. I don't get compression

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My first RE appt, that is. There is a bunch of stuff planned, but none of it is happening really until July.They all seem very nice there, and I suspect that I will get much more personalised care.Other than that, there isn't much to tell. It's all pretty typical.

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But we repainted the bathroom last night. After installing the toilet and the vanity, we had to repaint. The color that we had was just too saturated. Now we have the nice bluey-green-grey that I originally wanted. See, I wanted to not procrastinate, so when I found myself in a Canadian Tire (that's three home improvement stores mentioned in this blog now, for anyone who is counting) I picked a

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This is where I am right now. The part of my cycle that is easy, breezy, beautiful... oh, that one got away from me.Waiting to O is a breeze. Probably because I do, like clockwork (knock on wood). Its not stressfull waiting to O. I wish upon a star that my 2WW could be like that.It really is the uncertainty that kills me.

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I wish that we had undertaken this reno about 3 weeks from now, since that is when I will be in the thick of my 2ww. While the PMS combined with home improvement might have been enough to make me actually murder my husband, it sure would have killed the 2WW. The past 3 days have gone by in a blink.Every time I think that we have overcome a huge challenge, another one comes around the bend. It's

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-74993110104894912922008-05-18T20:31:00.002-04:002008-05-18T20:42:51.557-04:00

Not physically challenged as in the politically correct term for people who are "differently-abled", but as in, I have never pushed myself that far, physically. It was a challenge. You may have gleaned from my posts that I am a bit of a fattie. Yes, it's true. I think I have figured out that its not so much that I am a big eater (although I have been known to put the hurt on a pizza in my day) as

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-10427723112954160022008-05-17T22:03:00.004-04:002008-05-17T22:17:51.796-04:00

Well, not really. But, after looking at Lowe's, the Home Depot, and a specialty lighting store and not finding anything, we dragged our sorry asses into the Rona, because it was there, and we found it. The lighting fixture. And it was perfect. Aside from having the perfect modern, straight lines that echoed the lines of the faucet, and clean, modern, but not too severe glass globes, it was also

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-15917838793407073932008-05-16T15:21:00.006-04:002008-05-16T15:43:12.039-04:00

We have an older house that we are renovating. And, like Frank the Tank, we often have big day[s] tomorrow at the Home Depot. I should really shop at the Rona, since its Canadian owned and operated, but, they don't have the selection that the Depot has, and they also aren't really that close to us. The Depot is quite close by.However, as we drove around Hamilton today, going to our favourite

E_Sharpnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32014883.post-11390746101338172372008-05-15T19:56:00.002-04:002008-05-15T20:02:11.204-04:00

My cat eats anything. First, I thought it was just a little weird that he ate steamed broccoli. I mean, what cat eats veggies, let alone steamed veggies, right? Then, I thought he was just a little overzealous when I found him chewing intently on a cat toy. Like, really intently. Like he was trying to... well... eat it.Then, today, the kicker. I had some tulips from Mothers Day (bought them for

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...I would be dead before we figured it out. It just takes soooo long to get anything figured out. I mean, my first Dr.s appointment was in JANUARY. Its MAY now. 4 months? And still we don't know what's going on. We think that I am OK, but we aren't sure. I may end up on the crazy-making Clomid. Which isn't what I want, and frankly, I don't think its necessary. I O just fine, and all my numbers

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OK, this is it. This weekend is it. We have 4 days wide open, and we need to get this shit done. Here are some shots of the before. That wallpaper goes all the way to the ceiling. As in, ON the ceiling. This is the before we even moved in: We have some big plans for this space. Actually, not really. My style is pretty understated, and not too flashy. Not to mention, we plan

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OK, the fat lady has sung.I am just glad the waiting and hoping is over. That's the shit that kills me.On the upside, and I may have mentioned this before, with every cycle, I learn what isn't a symptom, and what I can ignore. Like, this cycle, I learned that I could ignore a faint line on an OPK. I don't quite get how they can be used for HPTs, but I thought from what I gleaned here, that it

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That is what today will be. Until I start my new cycle. I would really just love for it to start today, sooner rather than later, so I can just know for certain on way or the other. My temps have fallen, but I am not spotting like I normally do. And, I am at the long end of my cycles, so I can't help but hold out a little bit of hope. What a complete and total mindf*ck temping and charting are.

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Went pretty damn good.Had Rich's family over for a BBQ. It was a lot of work, but I really enjoy doing it (every once in a while). I wish I had taken pics of the table setting. Nothing too grand, but I had some goodie bags for the moms (2 SILs and a MIL). They really tried to include me in the whole Mother's Day thing, even though I am not a mom. They brought gifts for each other, and my MIL and

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Temp drop.Feels like déja vu! Grrrr, I should have known better than to get my hopes up.Ah well, on to the RE.

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...for my 2WW crazies to set it. I mean, I am 10DPO, and only today am I really starting to obsess. I used to start obsessing the day after I got a confirmed O on Fertility Friend! This is a good sign! Perhaps I can eventually push the crazies off until the day before the cycle is supposed to end.I couldn't help myself. With the way my temps are going, I tested this morning*. Couldn't even get a

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I wrote, a while ago, about how all the excitement was gone. Perfectly natural for that to happen, of course, considering that kind of excitement is pretty much unsustainable after so many months. But, for some bizarre reason, its back. Let's be honest, and cut the bullshit, Lady Hyde thinks that its because, well, I am actually pregnant this time, but I've learned that she is a f*cking liar, and

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By pregnant ladies. OK, so 3 pregnant ladies doesn't necessarily constitute "surrounded" but this is the first time in my life that people I really care about are pregnant. I mean, I've known other people who were pregnant, but I was either not that close to them, or, more specifically, not in baby-mode when they were pregnant. I care a lot more now that I want one, I get a lot more excited for

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I am not so self-unaware that I can't tell when I am about to post a douchey post. So I will forewarn you. This post is douchey for 2 reasons. First is, its selfish, 2nd is, its delusional.Lemme break it down for you. Here's the selfish. This:is what I want for my birthday. I'll post the link here for my hubby, as I doubt I can count on the random lurkers I have buying it for me. Although that

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Yes, I am that excited. I am also feeling a bit silly. Like I don't want to waste anyone's time. It hasn't been a full year, but I am almost 33. Don't want to waste any time if its going to take 5 years to conceive, like it has taken some other people. I really just want to make sure that everything is OK on Rich's end. I, apparently, am in full working order, and although I am sure Rich is too,

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...to take pleasure in other people's failings, but I just can't help it this morning. And, hey, who knows, perhaps it's not a "failing" per se. So, to start it all off, it's Monday today, and I am a student of the Garfield school of Mondays. Basically, they just suck. Rich and I have a few terse words this morning, because he takes it personally when I change the outfit I have just asked his

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...when I am feeling grim because my body is taking its sweet time turning into an incubator.Constipation: I fear this with a fear that is intense and... fearful. Everyone has experienced it at one time or another, and I really hate it with a passion. See, I was on Atkins for almost a year once. It did a number on my insides. They still aren't quite back to pre-Atkins working order. Morning

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I cribbed the recipe for the salad from Eat, Shrink and Be Merry, and I had some scallops kicking around the house, so I put this together.Scallops (feeds 2)Marinade about 10 medium scallops in the following for about an hour:1 tbsp olive oil2 tbsp lemon juice1 tbsp garlic juice1 tbsp soy sauce1 tbsp lime flavoured Red Hot sauceWhile your scallops are marinading nicely, put in a big bowl:1-19 oz

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I'm not going to come out of this post looking like the good guy. And that's OK. This is me, warts and all.To the right of the office where I sit at this very moment, is the bathroom. And emanating from that bathroom is the sound of aggressive sanding and indignant grunting, and the smell of drywall putty dust.You see... we are updating our bathroom. And we are doing it ourselves. We are smart

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I find it easier to review movies that I didn't like, so this one will be a short one.Hysterical.This was one of the funniest movies I have seen in a very long time. Too often, all the funniest lines/moments are used in the trailers; this is not the case with this movie. I laughed out loud SO many times. It was great. The story line was a wee bit formulaic: boy loses girl, boy meets girl, boy

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Remember how I was saying that I am not surrounded by pregnant ladies?Just found out that another friend is pregnant. We don't live very near to each other any more, so we don't see each other often, but we keep in touch via MSN. She told me yesterday that she is PG. My immediate reaction was that I was very happy for her. She's wanted this for a while, and she was worried that it wouldn't happen

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