When I was in college, Gene and I went to the Meadowlands Fair and played the "Guess Your Weight/Age" game. The guy guessed my weight was WAY more than I actually weighed and from that point on Gene always joked that was my actual weight. Well, all jokes aside....that is my weight now. WAAAHHHH!!! :(
So in love...
Our Furbaby
Here's Hercules (aka Bear)
Saturday, May 8, 2010
April 2010
April was a pretty quiet month for work, as it usually is. This was good because I needed a break so I could rest. I was exhausted! I took a lot of afternoon naps. I finally got a handle on my "morning/all-day sickness." I realized I have to eat every 2-3 hours or I throw up. Sounds like an easy solution, except when you are the type of person who is used to working all day without eating more than a few snack foods and then gets home and cooks dinner at 8 and eats at 9. I can't do that anymore. I need to eat, real food, and a lot of it. Snack foods (including fruit, granola bars, cheese) will only keep me satiated for 15 minutes or so. This baby demands meat, and at all meals. I have to eat meat for breakfast??! That is craziness! Luckily, I am growing quite fond of sausage, egg and cheese sandwiches. But that is my second breakfast. When I wake up in the morning, I have to eat a bowl of cereal first. Then I shower and get ready, and after that I cook second breakfast (is this reminding anyone of Pam's pregnancy on The Office?). Then there is first lunch and second lunch and luckily I've been getting away with one dinner and then of course, dessert. Baby loves Edy's ice cream in a cone. With lots of chocolate syrup. Really it is no wonder I now weigh more than I ever have before. In fact, last doctor's appointment I weighed my "carnival weight" as I like to call it. 
When I was in college, Gene and I went to the Meadowlands Fair and played the "Guess Your Weight/Age" game. The guy guessed my weight was WAY more than I actually weighed and from that point on Gene always joked that was my actual weight. Well, all jokes aside....that is my weight now. WAAAHHHH!!! :(
When I was in college, Gene and I went to the Meadowlands Fair and played the "Guess Your Weight/Age" game. The guy guessed my weight was WAY more than I actually weighed and from that point on Gene always joked that was my actual weight. Well, all jokes aside....that is my weight now. WAAAHHHH!!! :(
March 2010
March was spent mainly with my head in the toilet. Even after I got over the "stomach flu" I was still nauseous every day and would throw up a lot. Luckily the doctor gave me a script for Zofran which made me feel better.
My niece, Katelyn Grace was born on the morning of March 12th. I visited her that afternoon. She is a beautiful baby! It was interesting to see my sister go from being my sister to being a mom just like that! Here's me with Katelyn at the hospital:
We had some really bad rain storms after this and my sister-in-law's house got flooded. Gene's parents were living with her and they got displaced into our house for the next month. At least I didn't have to worry about cooking or cleaning...although food was still the last thing on my mind!
Here's my belly at the end of March, still not really showing a bump...more like bloated!
My niece, Katelyn Grace was born on the morning of March 12th. I visited her that afternoon. She is a beautiful baby! It was interesting to see my sister go from being my sister to being a mom just like that! Here's me with Katelyn at the hospital:
We had some really bad rain storms after this and my sister-in-law's house got flooded. Gene's parents were living with her and they got displaced into our house for the next month. At least I didn't have to worry about cooking or cleaning...although food was still the last thing on my mind!
Here's my belly at the end of March, still not really showing a bump...more like bloated!
February 2010
The rest of February was a roller coaster. Even after 2 more betas (of 207 and then 6,245 a week later!) I was still in denial. Even after hearing the baby's heart beat at 5 weeks, I knew things could change...in a heartbeat.
Toward the end of February, I switched from my RE's office to my regular ob/gyn (no more getting up at 5 am - WOOHOO!). I was feeling more reassured that everything was going smoothly. They still let me come in once a week to see the baby on the ultrasound, to give me some peace of mind. Here was the baby's heartbeat at 7 weeks.
On February 26, we hosted a dinner for my parents and my sister and brother-in-law. I asked them over to celebrate one last family dinner with just the 6 of us before my sister's baby arrived (she was due March 4th). After dinner, I gave them gifts: for my parents, a picture frame that said "Grandkids" with my u/s pic and my sister's ultrasound pic. For my sister and brother-in-law, I gave them a onesie for their baby that said "I'm the big cousin." They opened the presents at the same time and my sister got it right away, but my mom and dad were a little perplexed! They finally realized what we were trying to tell them & they couldn't have been happier!
That night, my stomach started feeling queasy. Somehow I made it through dinner and dessert but after everyone went home I had my first bout of nausea. Which turned into full-blown stomach flu and lasted the next 10 days.
Toward the end of February, I switched from my RE's office to my regular ob/gyn (no more getting up at 5 am - WOOHOO!). I was feeling more reassured that everything was going smoothly. They still let me come in once a week to see the baby on the ultrasound, to give me some peace of mind. Here was the baby's heartbeat at 7 weeks.
On February 26, we hosted a dinner for my parents and my sister and brother-in-law. I asked them over to celebrate one last family dinner with just the 6 of us before my sister's baby arrived (she was due March 4th). After dinner, I gave them gifts: for my parents, a picture frame that said "Grandkids" with my u/s pic and my sister's ultrasound pic. For my sister and brother-in-law, I gave them a onesie for their baby that said "I'm the big cousin." They opened the presents at the same time and my sister got it right away, but my mom and dad were a little perplexed! They finally realized what we were trying to tell them & they couldn't have been happier!
That night, my stomach started feeling queasy. Somehow I made it through dinner and dessert but after everyone went home I had my first bout of nausea. Which turned into full-blown stomach flu and lasted the next 10 days.
A New Year, A New Beginning
I apologize, I am a little behind in posting! I guess you can say, I've been busy. Being pregnant! :) :) :)
It all started the beginning of February when on a whim I decided to try to use up my cheapie internet HPTs. I really didn't think I was pregnant, no more so than every other month when I would hope I was but knew deep down it wasn't time. So early one morning, 2 days before AF was due to arrive, I took that monthly leap of faith and peed on a stick. And so it began with those 2 little lines...my journey into motherhood. Now denial is a funny thing. It is amazing how our minds try to protect us from getting hurt emotionally. Even though the test was positive, I didn't really believe it. I didn't believe it the next morning either, even though another test was telling me, in no uncertain terms, I was knocked up. The line on the test was darker. I fished the previous day's test out of the garbage just to compare. You do that sort of thing when you are crazy. I called my doctor. We set up a blood test for the next morning.
The morning of my beta, I woke up at 5 am and sneaked out of the house by 5:30 am. I still hadn't told Gene. I didn't want to get his hopes up, only to have them crushed again, inevitably. I calmly drove to Morristown, had my blood drawn, and crawled back into bed by 7 am. Gene rolled over and asked if I had gotten up for something. I said "no" and we both went back to sleep.
I got the phone call later that afternoon. The beta was positive. 50. Not a home run, out of the ballpark number, but positive. Now, all that mattered was that it doubled in 48 hours. I figured I had to tell Gene at this point! If that number didn't double, I would certainly need someone to lean on, someone who was as invested in this as I was. I peed on another digital test and bought him an early Valentine's present to give him that night. I gave him a card that said congratulations. He didn't understand...he still seemed a little confused when he saw the HPT that clearly read "Pregnant." He finally got it when he saw me grinning ear to ear. I didn't know what to do or say so all that came out was "We did it ON OUR OWN!" followed by a high five. Because that's what you do when you're crazy :)
It all started the beginning of February when on a whim I decided to try to use up my cheapie internet HPTs. I really didn't think I was pregnant, no more so than every other month when I would hope I was but knew deep down it wasn't time. So early one morning, 2 days before AF was due to arrive, I took that monthly leap of faith and peed on a stick. And so it began with those 2 little lines...my journey into motherhood. Now denial is a funny thing. It is amazing how our minds try to protect us from getting hurt emotionally. Even though the test was positive, I didn't really believe it. I didn't believe it the next morning either, even though another test was telling me, in no uncertain terms, I was knocked up. The line on the test was darker. I fished the previous day's test out of the garbage just to compare. You do that sort of thing when you are crazy. I called my doctor. We set up a blood test for the next morning.
The morning of my beta, I woke up at 5 am and sneaked out of the house by 5:30 am. I still hadn't told Gene. I didn't want to get his hopes up, only to have them crushed again, inevitably. I calmly drove to Morristown, had my blood drawn, and crawled back into bed by 7 am. Gene rolled over and asked if I had gotten up for something. I said "no" and we both went back to sleep.
I got the phone call later that afternoon. The beta was positive. 50. Not a home run, out of the ballpark number, but positive. Now, all that mattered was that it doubled in 48 hours. I figured I had to tell Gene at this point! If that number didn't double, I would certainly need someone to lean on, someone who was as invested in this as I was. I peed on another digital test and bought him an early Valentine's present to give him that night. I gave him a card that said congratulations. He didn't understand...he still seemed a little confused when he saw the HPT that clearly read "Pregnant." He finally got it when he saw me grinning ear to ear. I didn't know what to do or say so all that came out was "We did it ON OUR OWN!" followed by a high five. Because that's what you do when you're crazy :)
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
A New Year approaches
I haven't been updating much because it's been very quiet here. We are not cycling again until February, at least. In the meantime, I have been advised to start taking 75 mg of DHEA daily, for the next 60 days. This is the same DHEA that bodybuilders use, but I don't know why they use it! In my case, it is supposed to help grow follicles. It is a bit of a controversial supplement when used for fertility. Not too many research studies have been done on it. But my RE tells me that he's done case studies on it and in 50% of those cases, it has worked. We always have the odds of a coin toss it seems.
We will most likely be on the same protocol as last time (antagonist) using the same meds; if anything, at a higher dosage. With this information, I have been able to begin my quest to accumulate as many donated drugs as possible before we begin. So far I have gotten 2 girls to donate 1650 ius of follistim. I will most likely need about 4500 units, so this is a start. It's about $700 per 900 units, so every donation is a huge help.
Merry Christmas & here's to some good luck in 2010!
We will most likely be on the same protocol as last time (antagonist) using the same meds; if anything, at a higher dosage. With this information, I have been able to begin my quest to accumulate as many donated drugs as possible before we begin. So far I have gotten 2 girls to donate 1650 ius of follistim. I will most likely need about 4500 units, so this is a start. It's about $700 per 900 units, so every donation is a huge help.
Merry Christmas & here's to some good luck in 2010!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
still spotting...
It only stopped for a few hours and now it is just getting heavier and closer in color to red. I am losing hope quickly. I wish Friday would just get here already.
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