Where the heck have I been all week? I actually thought I'd posted something, but clearly, I was posting in my head, and not on my blog.
So here goes:
Tuesday was a sob fest, but it is therapy day, so that makes sense.
Wednesday was a social whirlwind
Thursday was a discombobulated day that ended with meeting one of my blogging heroes: Cecily of Uppercase Woman. I met her and Sarah, of Sad and Beautiful World for dinner and then I crashed the Blogher newcomer party (shhh...) Cecily is the same in person as she is on her blog, only shorter. Yeah, I know that doesn't make sense, but she is really short! People with big personalities often seem taller to me than they truly are. However, her eyes are actually as blue as they appear in her banner. Trippy.
Two Misidentification Highlights:
-A very hip, and possibly young, woman pulled what appeared to be a sweater shaver out of her backpack, and I exclaimed "is that a sweater shaver?" Thus trumpeting my ignorance of all things tiny and hip. Turns out it was video camera.
-T-Mobile was doing a survey and had fish bowls of long silver doohickeys. I said "Are those lighters?" Uh, no, Data sticks. The poor girl giving them out seemed to think I wouldn't know what they were if she named them, and went on to describe them. Ugh. I must be looking older than I realize.
The gracious Cecily patted my hand and said "We're just showing our age." I didn't feel alone...Oy.
And some truly fun moments with some unknown ladies as we escaped the press of the 2nd floor elevators and left the hotel via a staging area. They have a picture of me--they called it their pre-arrest photo.
In other news:
We saw Dr. Calm today. She is so lovely and serene. I'm sure she is really a seething cauldron of anxiety (or maybe that is my wishful thinking, who wants to be this congenitally anxious?)
She did a sono, saw a bit of blood in the Ute and some nice follicles starting on the left. Lefty has always been reliable. She said the blood will probably be reabsorbed, and that she put a stitch in my cervix during the D&C to control bleeding. Apparently it will come out when I have my period in a few weeks. Fun.
So it looks like I'll have a period in about 3 weeks. Then we go another cycle and that is the one we start the next IVF with. I hope that my cycles are still in the 24 to 26 day range, otherwise I'll be confused all over again. My husband and I both thought that we would do an IVF with the next cycle, but that was confusion and wishful thinking. I'm a bit relieved. We can go on a little vacation, or camping or something. She said we shouldn't try this month, but it's ok to try next month. Might as well try, right?
The analysis of the plac.enta and the fet.al tissue will most likely be back by next Friday, and there is an 80% chance that it will be a chromosomal abnormality. In the meantime we are going to do some preliminary checking to see if I have any clotting factor issues, as well as the Cardiolipin factor, which would mean lovenox in addition to baby aspirin. Dude, I will totally give myself shots for 9 months, no problem.
I was meme'd by Cat. Pretty exciting for me, an actual established blogger linked to me.
Here are the rules to the game:
1) Link to the person that tagged you. 2) Post the rules on your
blog. 3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. 4)
Tag at least 3 people at the end of your post and link to their blogs. 5) Let
each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. 6)
Let the fun begin!
6 Non-important things/habits/quirks about myself:
I think a bed without pillows is freaky looking--I just can't take it. I also cannot abide pillows without pillow cases--ick. However, I have been broken of the habit of hospital corners (instilled by my lovely grandmother), my husband likes untucked, and he was persistent. Now I can't imagine sleeping with them tucked in.
I don't reflexively say "bless you" when people sneeze. My mother would typically sneeze about 20 times in a row, so somehow it was just never a priority. Now when people sneeze, I'm sort of late with the "bless you" kind of like an Asperger's kid who has learned what to say in specific situations.
I wash or rinse my hands between just about every step of a cooking project, especially something saucy like enchiladas. I can't stand to have the feeling of food on my hands. And I am obsessive about hand lotion. I always have one (or three) at hand. For instance, next to my side table in our TV room I have 3: 1)unscented 2)lavender scented shea butter 3) one that I picked up at target that smells like lemon cake. It is extremely intoxicating.
I can't stand having anything gritty or hard in my mouth--dirt (in the form of trail in the trail mix), egg shells, fish bones. That is grounds for automatic gagging and spitting out.
I would like to be a Bree Van de Kamp * in terms of household organization, but I'd say I'm actually some where in between Bree and Roseanne .
I love being prescribed medication--it makes me feel taken care of. I have a lot of painkillers, left over from various maladies, and it seems like the combination of feeling taken care of by medication, and having lots of the good stuff around would add up to taking them, but I'm actually really conservative when it comes to pain control. Case in point: I was in the hospital for pain control for an ovarian cyst. They gave me my vary own morphine pump. I thought I'd be up all night pushing the button for the pleasure of it, but I tapered off around midnight, about 6 hours after my cyst burst. Color me surprised.
All righty then! The next step is tagging some other bloggers.