K didn't know that I was coming in early, I totally surprised her!
The place we're staying is cozy w/ a kitchenette and even a gas fireplace. We've got a great view of the mountains right in front of us from the balcony!
K didn't know that I was coming in early, I totally surprised her!
The place we're staying is cozy w/ a kitchenette and even a gas fireplace. We've got a great view of the mountains right in front of us from the balcony!
All I wanted to do is have a nice walk about this morning. The rain stopped, the sun is shining, the sky is the most gorgeous color of blue! It was perfect!
Until I ran into the co-worker waving to me from a window inside a coffee shop. I should've just said hello and excused myself, but no, I sat down. I did not want to be rude. It's my own fault. I neither like nor dislike this particular co-worker, but we simply. don't. click.
Having a conversation that doesn't end feeling tense and weird is rare. Honestly, I think I'd rather have a tooth pulled out without Novacaine before spending another hour with said co-worker. OK, that's being totally dramatic. Maybe I'd rather go a morning without a cappuccino. Shit, I'm trying to get pregnant, I'm going to have to do that, aren't I?
It could be a long two days.
I used to call myself a writer. I no longer do this. At University I was a Communications Major with emphasis on Journalism. I wrote all the time; at the newspaper, for local student magazines, papers, articles, etc. The year I graduated and decided to move to NYC, I was offered three different internships: OUT magazine, Paper and Time Out. I couldn’t take any of them because they were unpaid. I couldn’t afford to live without having an income. I had zero savings and 25K in student loans. At that point, my dream of moving to
And so I came to NYC, but I moved on…working in non-profit, catering, advertising, finance; 10 years later and I’ve done a lot of things in NYC. But I haven’t done a lot of writing. Every year it is a New Year’s resolution and each year I fail miserably. IN 2008 I decided two things: I would write a blog about trying to get pregnant and life in general and I would take a writing class. Taking a class would also give me something else to focus on instead being obsessive about TTC.
My first class, Travel Writing, was this evening and I loved it! I’ve never been in an entire class full of people who would quit everything to go travel. They got it, this thing that I do; quitting jobs, taking leaves of absence, working freelance/temp assignments, saving all your money for ONE thing—the next big trip.
My mind has been jolted awake and my inner writer is coming back. I can’t wait to meet her again.
A hysterosalpingogram (HSG) is an X-ray test that looks at the inside of the uterus and fallopian tubes and the area around them. It often is done for women who are having a hard time becoming pregnant (infertile).
During a hysterosalpingogram, a dye is put through a thin tube that is put through the vagina and into the uterus. Because the uterus and the fallopian tubes are hooked together, the dye will flow into the fallopian tubes. Pictures are taken using a steady beam of X-ray as the dye passes through the uterus and fallopian tubes. The pictures can show problems such as an injury or abnormal structure of the uterus or fallopian tubes, or a blockage that would prevent an egg moving through a fallopian tube to the uterus. A blockage also could prevent sperm from moving into a fallopian tube and joining (fertilizing) an egg. A hysterosalpingogram also may find problems on the inside of the uterus that prevent a fertilized egg from attaching (implanting) to the uterine wall.My company is really bad at planning. They wait until the last minute and then everyone runs around in a total panic trying to throw it all together. This is bad. This is stressful. This is not at all the way I live my life. I fear it’s the curse of non profits in general, but for the love of God, can you just think things out a little bit?
I’m a planner. My mom’s a planner. I love to research and make lists and research some more until I feel cross-eyed and then and only then do I feel like I can stop. You might also call it a bit obsessive.
We’ve just learned that our Director would like to have a weeklong team retreat in two weeks. In
Seriously. That’s so many kinds of fuckedupness I can’t even tell you. It is nonprofit waste at its finest to buy last minute plane tickets for 22 people from NYC to SF, pay for our hotel, food, transportation and then a (this is an optional add on) couple of days skiing in South Lake Tahoe after the 3-day retreat. There are 3 people in SF, why don't they come here?
Tomorrow is Day 3 of my cycle and that means I get to spend my Sunday morning (between 7-9am) sitting in a fertility center waiting room. I can't think of better times.
But seriously, I'm trying to be really positive about it. There are lots of things to be positive about and I have decided to go that route rather than focus on how bloody early and cold it is.
I'm dragging K with me by tempting her with this great brunch place we've always wanted to try in the neighborhood. We've never made it there b/c by the time we get up there, they have a line 20 deep and a wait of up to 2 hours. Welcome to New York City some might say. I say, no thanks. But I figure since we'll be there by 9am (or before!) we should have no problems getting in.
I have a strategy for weekend doctor's visits:
Trying to Impress Mr. VID (Very Important Doctor).
Everyone told me that I would have no problem getting pregnant. "Oh you look so young and you are so healthy, I'll bet you get pregnant on the first try." I was a bit more skeptical. My eggs don't care if I look my age and I don't think they care that much if I drink wheatgrass at age 38. It's not not they are hanging out saying, "Dude that was so healthy and good for us, we're taking on the chromosonal characteristics of a 20-year-old."
That would be nice, but um, no.
Today was the big day, meeting Dr. VID. He was shorter than I thought. Direct, but in a nice way. I had basically given myself a crash course in Fertility 101 in the three days prior to meeting him since my bad FSH test scores came back last Friday.
Follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH) is a hormone synthesised and secreted by gonatropes in the anterior pituitary gland. FSH and LH act synergistically in reproduction.
High levels of Follicle-Stimulating Hormone are indicative of situations where the normal restricting feedback from the gonad is absent, leading to an unrestricted pituitary FSH production. Whereas this is normal in women leading up to and during postmenopause, it is abnormal during the reproductive years.
If the FSH level is high during the reproductive years, this may be a sign of:
My weekend was spent surfing the internet looking for ANYthing that would give me some encouragement that an FSH of 21 at age 38 wasn't bad news. I didn't find any hope. What I found were three fat letters. I.V.F. (In Vitro Fertilization)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_vitro_fertilization
And not just IVF, because a score of 21 is saying "decreased ovarian reserve"....but IVF with donor eggs.
Nothing like bypassing everything and just going for the most invasive thing possible, eh?
Of course, that's not the only option. A 38-year-old with an FSH can most certainly get pregnant on her own and give birth to a healthy child. It happens. If I were with a male partner, I could just 'keep on trying'. But because every time I have to 'keep on trying' it will require doctor's visits, drugs and the purchasing and shipping of donor sperm, those tries end up pretty costly. And it could take a really long time. I don't have a lot of time. I've already been waiting years, I would've like to have started this process a couple of years ago when a little voice went off in my head that said "My eggs are depleting as I stand here".
But, that's not the way things worked. There were a lot of other things going on, like the fact that I was backpacking around South and Central America and didn't really have a job...that prevented me from having a child at that point. We weren't ready. Our lives weren't ready. K was in grad school.
So we waited...for both of us to get our lives on the baby track.
Finally, we both felt it was the right time, we could do this, we were ready.
Only to find out...maybe it's too late.
Maybe it's done before it ever even started.
Maybe I wasn't meant to have children?
I mean, really, what does it mean?
All I do is listen to the soundtrack from the movie Amelie and dance in my living room.
Sometimes K comes out from the office and we dance together or I'll pick up the cat (but he doesn't seem to enjoy it nearly as much as I do).
I can't get enough of this soundtrack, especially the track "A Quai". It makes me swoon. If you haven't seen the movie, you really should.
It's happy and melancholy at the same time.
Mostly, it makes me smile a silly lopsided smile and keep dancing.