Okay so I'm a cry baby. Always have been, always will be and it dosn't really bother me...usually. Ever since I started taking estrace I've been even more of a cry baby. I see a commercial, I cry, I watch Extreme makeover Home addition, I cry, you get the picture. So Friday was our 10 day check at the clinic, first the couldn't find a vein, I cried. The the ultrasound: 9mm with three lines (whatever that means) H went in with me for the ultrasound and I'm paraiding around in only my bra and shirt when she asks: do you mind if I'm in here? I just laughed...I'm not a shy girl. So H and the technician and nurse are talking the ling about numbers and lines and I have no clue what they're talking about....this is my first time you know. So after all is said and done back to the waiting room where I ask H for a translation lol. The meeting with Dr. L is great he said "not only do your have a Beautiful womb but you have a wonderful lining too." So Monday the 30 is transfer day. Woot woot! I got to meet with another Dr. to learn how to give myself the progesteron in oil shots. I find this a little difficult, not the needle part, the seeing my butt around my boobs part. So I have to do it one handed because I need one hand to squish in my boob and move it out of the way. I'm also on Doxocylin now too. So after we leave the big city I took H down to the "cottage art studio" where I paint and show my art. Then we get back to my house and OMG I walk in my apartment and there are big gaping holes where the windows and slider used to be. Aparantly they are giving mew new windows but the just took all the old ones and frames out then left. I was freaking out (and crying) I've got three cats and one of them is just a baby (was born 8 weeks ago) So then H tries to do some organizing of my place but every time she touched something I practically freak (I'm a little hormoned out at the moment) So then she accidently see's part of this gift/ surprise I had bought for her, so while balling my eyes out I show it to her. Its a sticker/scrap book for mommy's to be to detail the pregnancy and stuff leading up to baby. (like a baby book but for the pregnancy) I thought it would be a great gift for her and I to fill in together. This way she has a "rememberence" to know what its like to be pregnant to term. Anyways. I'm so excited...is this really happening? Monday, Wow. As of Monday I'll be PUPO. All I can say is: WOW. (damn I'm crying again)
So I've been living on little sleep and going back and forth to the city but, all for the cause. I've met with my lawyer and have signed the contracts. So now the journey really begins. Was at the clinic yesterday as it was my day two with AF. They took my bloods and did the extra fun kind of u/s if you know what I mean...and I'm sure you all do. Then had a quick meet with the RE and I am now taking estrace...lots of it. H and I then spent part of the day shopping and eating. I have a hard time shopping for pants because I'm short and I have a nice ROUND butt. I like to think of my butt as an ASSet lol. Whenever I buy pants they always fit my waist fine but by the time they curve around my ass there seems to be this leftover gap of material. I've always joked my whole life on how I'm a white girl with a "black"ass I don't mean this in a prejudicial way at all. But all my coloured friends know what I mean about the gap in the pants above our butts. Its hard to look smashing in an outfit when the legs are 5 inches too long and the top of the butt gathers in the back. I mean it if you stand behind me you could probably see right down my pants with the gap that's there. I also bought a couple of new bras which I really needed. When I finally got home I took the time to read the side effects on the estrace and they said Boobs May Get Bigger....BIGGER? GULP. Trust me my boobs are big enough I'm talking 40D how much bigger can they get? Bras are expensive when your my size. They never seem to have sales on bras once you cross the 36C line. I don't know how I'll cover the girls if they get bigger. Already I don't have the option on buying bras in the nice lingerie shops cause they never have my size and if they do they have to make a big production over going into the back storage room for each and every bra I may want to try on, and really who needs that kind of hassle. You know before I had my kids I was a nice small 34A and at times I wished my boobs were a little bit bigger, ever since having my kids and breast feeding I've been stuck at a 40D and I wish my boobs were a little bit smaller. Even when I loose weight I can't seem to loose my boobs. Anyways that's my rant, thanks for reading. So on the surrogacy front things are moving along smoothly. I go back to the Dr's on the 27th and then he says implant will be anywhere from 1-4 days after that. I'm so excited about the whole process (except maybe the boobs bigger part). Will keep you all updated.
Oh my...I won an award. I'm so excited to be a part of the club, I feel as though I some how slipped in through the back door when no-one was watching...lol. So I spent the afternoon with H showing her around the little market that I buy my fresh foods at. As always (with us) we started off with a little sampling of food...some curried goat and taboulah salad for me and some vegtable biryani for H also we both had a sweet potatoe and spinach pakora. (yum) Then we parused the market for a bit and then the health store to pick up some HORSE pills (fish oil caps) for me, not as great as the food (but I'll choke them down). Some how we ended up looking at cute little onesies (so cute) So now I've got a onesy and so does H. I have to say the look on the sales girls face when H said "I'd like to try this on" was priceless, of course she was refuring to some cute capris not the onesies. All in All a good day all around. Oh yeah apperently I passed the "tests" so not much longer now. The picture at the top (beside my award) is of H and I in our disguises...her as a pig and myself as a bunny. (we're hoping I have a litter apparently)
I'm supposed to pass the award on but there are to many of you to choose from and you all deserve it so...YOU ALL WIN.
Single again gal, whose had two children of her own and is trying to help someone else on their struggle through infertility.
The way I see it #21:
People need to see that, far from being an obstacle, the worlds diversity of languages, religions, fertility (infertility) and traditions is a great treasure, affording us precious opportunities to recognize ourselves in others.