<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778</id><updated>2011-09-05T13:27:42.323-07:00</updated><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='infertility'/><category term='cycling'/><category term='HPT'/><category term='FET'/><category term='fear'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='IVF'/><title type='text'>Wombded</title><subtitle type='html'>One infertile's journey on to motherhood.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7253473638461163895</id><published>2011-08-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T08:37:41.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemical</title><content type='html'>My beta was 10. I've begun bleeding. This totally sucks. I thought I was ready to move forward no matter what, but now I just keep thinking how much I'd really like to have another baby and a sibling for Peanut. I don't know where we go from here. I thought I wouldn't even go to my post-cycle consult, but now I think I will. Perhaps it will help me gain perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE is absolutely not an option for us. Just putting that out there so that I don't get that recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7253473638461163895?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7253473638461163895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/08/chemical.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7253473638461163895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7253473638461163895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/08/chemical.html' title='Chemical'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-5827239133971435796</id><published>2011-08-07T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:46:39.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HPT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FET'/><title type='text'>Last Chance FET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCvDOSnVGtE/Tj9kYlwn5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-0-0Hnm0ZDg/s1600/20110807234621%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638335632106841794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCvDOSnVGtE/Tj9kYlwn5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-0-0Hnm0ZDg/s320/20110807234621%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCvDOSnVGtE/Tj9kYlwn5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-0-0Hnm0ZDg/s1600/20110807234621%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCvDOSnVGtE/Tj9kYlwn5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-0-0Hnm0ZDg/s1600/20110807234621%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCvDOSnVGtE/Tj9kYlwn5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-0-0Hnm0ZDg/s1600/20110807234621%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCvDOSnVGtE/Tj9kYlwn5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-0-0Hnm0ZDg/s1600/20110807234621%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the third time really is the charm. A positive with my 3rd HPT on our 3rd FET. And, FWIW, Peanut was our 3rd fresh cycle (and the only one that made it to xfer)! Hmmm, wonder if we're about to get our second and THIRD children...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a negative FR digital the evening of 9dpt, a negative FRER this morning, 10dpt, and now tonight we have a winner. I held my pee for four hours and opened a new box of FRER. I knew the first two had to be wrong. My pee has been smelling funky for days and days and the veins in my boobies are more pronounced. I've also been having a pain in my belly that I've only ever had when I was pg with Peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!! Sorry I haven't been updating as we've gone along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 28 we transferred 4 day three embryos. They were 8 cell, 7 cell, 6 cell, and 5 cell. There were 2 that did not survive the thaw. I'll try to post pics of the embies soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta is 8/9/2011. I'll be certain to update. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-5827239133971435796?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/5827239133971435796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-chance-fet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5827239133971435796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5827239133971435796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-chance-fet.html' title='Last Chance FET'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCvDOSnVGtE/Tj9kYlwn5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-0-0Hnm0ZDg/s72-c/20110807234621%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-1175835622912683138</id><published>2011-03-22T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:17:26.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Thaw</title><content type='html'>I've made an appointment with Dr. Successful IVF in NYC to consult on my upcoming FET.  My plan is to consult with him to be certain that I get the best care at my local clinic.  We wanted to do the cycle in NYC, but NY state doesn't allow the transfer of embryos into the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go!  My appointment is in early May.  Suppose I should get busy talking to the local guys, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things on my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pleased with my weight -- 7 lbs under pre-pregnancy.  I'd like to lose another 10 lbs before I do the cycle in June.  That will get me back down to where I was on my wedding day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must exercise!  About all I've been doing lately is walking.  I was doing so good about taking workout classes for a while there.  Then we all got sick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to strengthen core and pelvic floor.  My poor body.  I've had so much hip pain since giving birth.  And urinary incontinence.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, I think that's it.  It would be nice to get caught up at work and get the house organized, but I've just about given up on that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-1175835622912683138?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/1175835622912683138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-thaw.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1175835622912683138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1175835622912683138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-thaw.html' title='Spring Thaw'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-8383096052588754802</id><published>2011-02-01T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:11:55.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaand then she wasn't pregnant</title><content type='html'>Oh girls, I know! What a shocker! No surprise ending though. I went back to my RE on the 19th and the hCG had dropped to 15. I didn't really get upset over this miscarriage and I never did cry. What did upset me was the resurgence of all of those feelings from 4 to 5 years ago. It was that first year and a half of trying all over again. All those times that I thought that I was pregnant and later tried to convince myself that I wasn't. Now I know. I definitely had 3 five week miscarriages during that time. I may have had as many as 7. I spent a couple of days beating myself up over the memory of my first meeting with my IVF nurse back in '07. When she asked me how many pregnancies I'd had, I said zero. I was so unsure of myself back then and none of them had been confirmed by a dr. I would take the tests early and get a faint positive; then 2 to 4 days later I would start bleeding and convince myself that I'd just wanted to see the second line so much that I'd imagined it.  Argh!  If I had told her, we probably could have avoided IVF altogether and just done medicated natural cycles.  Maybe not.  Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that my journey was perfect as it was because it resulted in bringing me my perfect little Peanut.  So there's no use in second guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side is that it let me know how much I want another pregnancy and another baby.  I really was dreading cycling again.  As you know, we have 6 frozen embryos and plan for another FET.  We were actually trying to get ourselves prepared for it when this happened.  I wasn't sure at all if I could handle a second baby.  Now I know that I'll do what it takes.  We're planning the FET for June.  I'm going to call C*rnell to consult with my dr there prior to my consult with my local RE.  We wanted to transfer the embryos, but we've learned that NY State doesn't allow that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a quick update.  Things are good.  I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-8383096052588754802?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/8383096052588754802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/02/aaaaand-then-she-wasnt-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/8383096052588754802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/8383096052588754802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/02/aaaaand-then-she-wasnt-pregnant.html' title='Aaaaand then she wasn&apos;t pregnant'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-707913200800286470</id><published>2011-01-18T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:28:04.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still pregnant?</title><content type='html'>I saw my RE on Monday.  hCG = 41, Progesterone = 3.  She put me on Pr*metrium just in case we can pull this out.  I go back tomorrow for more bloodwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-707913200800286470?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/707913200800286470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/707913200800286470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/707913200800286470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-pregnant.html' title='Still pregnant?'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-1706923287233979581</id><published>2011-01-14T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:55:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got to tell somebody</title><content type='html'>I am roughly 5 days late so I peed on a stick tonight.  The window says:  "YES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-1706923287233979581?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/1706923287233979581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-to-tell-somebody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1706923287233979581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1706923287233979581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-to-tell-somebody.html' title='I&apos;ve got to tell somebody'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-1228333378530927599</id><published>2010-11-17T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:42:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give</title><content type='html'>Just under 13 months ago our Peanut was born at 37 weeks 3 days and weighed just 4 lbs 8 oz.  Thanks to the research of the March of Dimes she is healthy and thriving.  Our NICU stay was short at just 8 days, but scary nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support the March of Dimes by clicking the banner to the right and making a donation.  Babies like mine are counting on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-1228333378530927599?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/1228333378530927599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/11/give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1228333378530927599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1228333378530927599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/11/give.html' title='Give'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-6610617000298082235</id><published>2010-08-01T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:55:17.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sunflowerchilde</title><content type='html'>The question is: Why do I feel that pumping is harder than breastfeeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all hard for me. I'd had a breast reduction surgery 10 years prior to giving birth, but I think that had very little to do with the problems I had. I had a small baby with a weak suckle and some other factors that probably contributed to a compromised supply. For one thing, even with a sister who'd exclusively nursed 4 babies and a ton of help from 3 different LC's I still didn't know what I was doing. I didn't have the right information at the right time. There were so many things that I needed to know earlier than I knew them for me to have been able to utilize the information. There's a window for establishing supply and I made some big mistakes during that critical window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're having a good pumping experience so I don't want to put negative thoughts out there. However, since you asked, here's why I thought it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breastfeeding almost never hurt me. Pumping did. I eventually had to get a larger flange, but before I figured that part out I got really sore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pumped almost every time I nursed for 12 weeks. I don't suppose this was any harder than nursing twins, but it sure did seem hard to me. Even doing both, once my supply dropped, I was never able to get it back up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I tried exclusive pumping, my supply dropped even more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's just uncomfortable. Having to lean forward and worrying about leaking out under the flange on the furniture... It's so absolutely worth the discomfort though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hated washing and sterilizing the pumping parts. I did get a great tip from an LC though. You can put the pump parts in a ziploc bag and store them in the refrigerator for 12 hours. This will get you through several pumping sessions without washing them. It makes a huge difference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't take the pump to bed and nurse while you nap. I always had enough milk first thing in the morning so that I didn't have to supplement so I'd put her in bed with me and rest more while she nursed. Again, unless one twin kept sleeping, this wouldn't work for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;She did develop latch problems because she was on a bottle from day one.  I was able to correct the latch problems with a lot of work and using a wide mouth bottle.  Also, when she was about 2 months old it seems like she just figured out what worked and what didn't.  Babies are amazingly adaptable and so much smarter than we usually give them credit for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that you have great success no matter what you do. Breast milk is an amazing and living substance and gives your babies something that can't be replicated. Every drop they get is a gift and you're wonderful for working so hard and caring so much that they get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-6610617000298082235?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/6610617000298082235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-sunflowerchilde.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6610617000298082235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6610617000298082235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-sunflowerchilde.html' title='Dear Sunflowerchilde'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-4835559972970094032</id><published>2010-07-22T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:47:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done?</title><content type='html'>I told my husband that I was blogging.  I didn't tell him the name of the blog or anything that would lead him to find it.  He still isn't going to be reading what I'm writing, but it has killed it for me.  I no longer have a desire to put messages out there.  This stinks.  There was something about having a real secret that was so freeing for me and now that is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...Lorraine, I miss you so much!  I hope you and your family are doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-4835559972970094032?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/4835559972970094032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-have-i-done.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/4835559972970094032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/4835559972970094032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-have-i-done.html' title='What have I done?'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7497238118548582481</id><published>2010-05-23T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:45:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel?</title><content type='html'>How do you travel with a baby? In the car is no big deal, but I'm starting to toy with the idea of traveling with Daddy. DH travels every week flying out on Sun and home on Thurs. Before Peanut, I traveled with him quite a bit. For the first year of our marriage, I went with him one week out of every month. We also used to add in some leisure trips each year.  In some regards it's easy. Travel is cheap for us. With the miles and hotel points, we can travel for very little money. So we're able to do some things that we may not otherwise do.  The best thing about the travel perks was when when we cycled out of state.   So DH's travel schedule helped us get our little Peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd like to take Peanut and travel with Daddy and then incorporate a week of vacation, but I have no idea how to do it. Here are my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is best to get her her own airline ticket or hold her? She's a really easy baby, but we'd be on about a 3.5 hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do about a car seat? Do we take ours with us or do the car rental companies rent them? Will they have rear facing seats?&lt;br /&gt;If we're taking a cab from the airport, I suppose our own car seat is necessary, but how on earth do you get a cabbie to wait while you intall the darn thing? I suppose it's just time on the meter.&lt;br /&gt;What about a stroller? Can you rent strollers? Where?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose staying in a suite-style hotel would be easiest b/c of the extra room and kitchenette. She's on cereal so I think the kitchenette would be a big help. Anyone have experience with this? Did your baby sleep well in the hotel crib? If she doesn't and we let her sleep with us, will she go back to her bed at home?&lt;br /&gt;Would 2 weeks away from home be insane to even try?  I've been thinking that just getting out there and doing it will be the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've probably forgotten lots of things that I should have asked. I'd love any advice you guys have to impart. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7497238118548582481?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7497238118548582481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/travel.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7497238118548582481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7497238118548582481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/travel.html' title='Travel?'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-5320584116577292666</id><published>2010-05-20T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:38:45.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it done</title><content type='html'>Well, we stopped breast feeding.  I'm not totally happy about it, but I do have more time to get things done.  I also have more energy so I actually can get things done.  It's amazing how draining breast feeding is on the body.  I miss it.  I really do.  I miss that closeness to my baby.  I wish so badly that it could have gone well for us and I could have nursed until we were both really ready to stop.  Alas....it was not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I can finally focus on life apart from my baby, I'm driving myself crazy trying to get caught up.  I've got a stack of work to be done at the office that is hard to fathom and at home I have a bedroom and a closet that are out of control.  The worst thing is that I still have thank you notes to write.  I've given myself a deadline of the end of May to get caught up.  I think that if I can do that I will enjoy life so much more.  I feel as if I have a very dark cloud over my head.  I would also like to go spend a week with my parents and I don't feel like I can do that until I get some of these projects out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, work, work.  I've got to be a busy bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peanut continues to thrive.  She's about 14 lbs.  That's more than triple her birth weight!!!  She'll be 7 mos on Sat.  That's so hard to believe.  She's so much fun.  She's got a great little personality and a sense of humor that is way more developed than I would expect from a 7 mo old.  We're having a blast with her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-5320584116577292666?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/5320584116577292666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-it-done.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5320584116577292666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5320584116577292666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-it-done.html' title='Getting it done'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-5609555746216583968</id><published>2010-05-08T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:54:31.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>We met with a financial planner yesterday. We had worked our way through a tortuous worksheet. We had to input the usual stuff: assets, liabilities, income, and expenses. He came armed with a computer program that linked all of our many "drawers" of financial data. Near the end, he pointed at a number and said so this is what you spend each year on food, entertainment, your household, and just day-to-day stuff. I wasn't surprised by the number. I probably should have been. It was a big number and it didn't include any mortgage information or cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking about that number and telling myself that I need to work on spending less money. I'm sure there are a lot of ways that we can cut our expenses and lower "that number." Even though we save about 19% of what we earn does that really mean that we should be blowing that much money every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing while having this frugal thought? Sitting in the drive-thru at St*rbucks waiting to order a $5.00 cup of coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soul searching required...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-5609555746216583968?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/5609555746216583968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5609555746216583968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5609555746216583968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7741144277922053124</id><published>2010-05-07T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:55:10.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word about the day that is coming up</title><content type='html'>So I am undeniably a mother now and thereby eligible to participate in all of the celebratory hoopla that goes along with the second Sunday in May.  I, however, am completely uncomfortable with the day.  It was such an awful day for me for the last few years.  All I can think about now are the many women who are right where I was then.  I can still feel the pain of those empty and hurtfilled Sundays in May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to accept my husband's thank yous, hug my baby, and spend the day keeping things quiet and subdued.  I do celebrate my child, but I also share the pain of millions of women who are hurting and wishing to be mothers.  I do not want to stand up in church and flaunt the fact that I was blessed with a baby.  I don't want to take my family to a restaurant and fill a table while others huddle at home not wanting to leave the house because if they do they'll be forced to face the Mother's Day brunch special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many wonderful, nurturing women who are as yet unable to fill their homes with children.  Are these women not mothers?  How can we be so sure?  Do they mother?  I'll bet they do.  I'll bet that they nurture nieces, nephews, friend's children, students, and many children in their community.  It is not necessary to give birth, adopt, or even foster in order to mother and I think that we should recognize and thank every woman who has ever nurtured a child....not just the ones who have or have had a child living under their roof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7741144277922053124?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7741144277922053124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/word-about-day-that-is-coming-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7741144277922053124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7741144277922053124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/word-about-day-that-is-coming-up.html' title='A word about the day that is coming up'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-4990007961844722564</id><published>2010-05-06T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:42:52.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>I never told my birth story....or a million other stories since. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and read my pre-birth posts. You may want to read my October posts to refresh, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made plans to induce on Thurs Oct 22. I had been having contractions since Sat. On Wed, they were serious. I ran all over town running errands with a stop watch on my arm. The contractions were never more than 13 min apart and were usually 8 min apart. At one point I was in the grocery store hanging onto the meat counter while breathing through a contraction. My nephew was with me and he was afraid they were going to ask us to leave the store! The contractions subsided as night fell. I could have slept if I hadn't been so excited. This was bigger than Christmas and a trip to Disney all in one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'd hoped, when we got to the hospital on Thurs am, I was 5 cm dilated. My nurse, who I love, started me at only 2 mls per hour of pitocin. That is the minimum dosage. The maximum dosage is 20 mls per hour. I got myself all set up with my music playlist going on my computer. My DH and my doula were on their respective computers. I warned them both ahead of time that I would probably go to a place inside myself. I did. I didn't need them for quite some time. They were able to just hang out and do whatever. My dr (the one in my group that I'd hoped to have at my delivery) came in to talk. She mentioned breaking my water, but asked if I wanted an epidural. When I told her that I'd really like to get through without one, she said that she would wait to see if my water would break on its own. In hindsight, I LOVE her for that. Her not pushing me to have my water broken probably made it possible for me to have a drug-free birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, my nurse increased the pitocin to 6 mls per hour. I don't have a very good idea of time, but the whole process went very quickly. She started the drip at 7:30 and the baby came at 1:04 pm. I lay on my side breathing and focusing on my music.  At some point I opened my eyes and looke at DH and doula.  She said that hte contractions were 3 min apart.  I was really shocked.  I was thinking much more than that.  I'm so glad that I didn't focus on the clock.  In fact, one reason I kept my eyes closed all day is that I didn't want to know what time it ws and there was a clock in front of me.  I also didn't let them give me any updates on my cervix.  I was afraid if I knew the progress or time that I may get discouraged.  It was such hard work.  I had to focus solely on the work at hand and not how long it was taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably around 10 to 10:30 am the contractions got serious enough that I asked my doula to do some visualization/imagery with me. I think around 11:00 my water broke. That was the most amazing experience I've ever had. I'm so very glad that I was able to experience it. It was like there was a rubber band in my belly and it snapped. I don't know if the baby gave a big kick at the same moment, but it felt as if she did. You should have seen the look on my face. My eyes were huge and a look of wonderment must have come over me. I looked at my doula. I think I said something about fluid and she just smiled and said my water just broke. Almost immediately, I started having the urge to have a bowel movement. My doula didn't believe it. She thought the urge was just the baby pushing down and that I was misinterpreting it. I hate to sound petty, but I was very satisfied when I actually pooped! I showed her that I know my body!!! While I was on the toilet, the contractions became so intense. I began having to grunt my way through each one and continued to have to do that until the baby came. My husband says that the sound was like that of a bench presser. I was very comfortable on the toilet and not very well able to do everything that I needed to do. TMI alert! That means cleaning myself. I also found some relief in that position and didn't want to go back to the bed. I hung on to the grab bar and sat with my legs spread out. Eventually, I was able to go back to the bed. I wanted to lean over a birthing ball, but the hospital didn't have them. Instead, I rolled up my pillow and my body pillow and leaned over them at the foot of the bed. Later when they told me I had to turn around I had a bit of trouble finding a comfortable position, but finally settled in in a squatting position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBL for more...stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-4990007961844722564?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/4990007961844722564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/4990007961844722564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/4990007961844722564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2383135462694480160</id><published>2010-04-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:53:18.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving and moving on</title><content type='html'>Our little Peanut is getting around. She started rolling over, back to front, last week and mastered it within an hour. She spent an hour going back to front/front to back. Now she can move herself over relatively large distances. She's still giggling and squealing.  They are still the loveliest sounds that I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my annual ob visit last week. My ob/gyn asks me every time she sees me when we're going to use our 6 remaining embryos. I think one reason she's excited about them is that they are with younger eggs. Our cryopreserved babies were created with 41 yo eggs. The Peanut was created with 43 yo eggs. Medically speaking, I think she's anxious to see how things go with the younger eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I thought I would want to pursue this 6 mos after Peanut's birth. That's so laughable to me now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. I am 44! I am now 18 lbs heavier than pre-pregnancy (which was already heavier than I wanted to be). I am especially upset about that little tidbit b/c by 2 wks postpartum I was down to only 8 lbs over pp weight. Unfortunately, my metabolism slowed down, but my food intake didn't. I packed on 10 lbs in the blink of an eye. My ob is adamant that I not try to diet until I stop BF. I am trying to be more careful with sugar and carbs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan, nurse until the baby wants to stop, lose 20 lbs and then we will do an FET. I love how supportive my ob is. The one I stopped seeing (moved to partner who delivered b/c she is so awesome) was supportive, but didn't get as excited over the prospect of someone my age giving birth. When I discussed with her (new doc) the dilemma of timing, she laughed at me for thinking it would be better to give birth at 45 than at 46. She, who happens to be 46, assures me that there will be no significant difference. She just delivered a DE baby of a 47 yo mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by us. We 40 something women having babies. How brave are we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2383135462694480160?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2383135462694480160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-and-moving-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2383135462694480160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2383135462694480160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-and-moving-on.html' title='Moving and moving on'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2364959386566709135</id><published>2010-03-13T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:46:40.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl and Sweet Kitty</title><content type='html'>First, Peanut is great. She's growing, healthy, and happy. She's just shy of 12 lbs. She can sit up unassisted for a few seconds. She lets out the most beautiful giggles and squeals that melt my heart. I'm having a wonderful time with her even though I'm still quite tired. I'm getting more sleep than most mothers of 4 month olds, but doing it at 44 has its own energy challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sun evening to Thurs night, I'm in single mom mode. We were so lucky that my DH wasn't on a project for the last few weeks of the pregnancy up to just before Peanut turned 4 mos. He's now back on the road and is only home Fri, Sat, and 1/2 of Sun. I'm really peeved with him right now b/c during our limited time together he generally falls asleep on the couch at 7pm. It really hurts my feelings that he can't keep it together to stay awake to spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with an image of what I just found when I went up to check the baby. Before you chastise me for having her under a blanket; I only let her sleep that way when I'm awake and checking her frequently. She's still swaddled at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448320718178828706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/S5xS06VzQaI/AAAAAAAAACY/5VqSrdZG00g/s320/P1010464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cat LOVES her! Sally watches over the baby and really wants to snuggle with her. We all look forward to the day when Peanut is big enough to defend herself and we can allow Sally to snuggle away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that bald spot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2364959386566709135?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2364959386566709135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-girl-and-sweet-kitty.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2364959386566709135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2364959386566709135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-girl-and-sweet-kitty.html' title='Big Girl and Sweet Kitty'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/S5xS06VzQaI/AAAAAAAAACY/5VqSrdZG00g/s72-c/P1010464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-896464187178348374</id><published>2010-01-16T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:42:24.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been completely obsessing for the last two months about breastfeeding, but it's time to relax. It just hasn't been going well and I've only made it worse with my self-inflicted stress. The same part of me that was like a dog with a bone about getting pg moved on to lactating as a new thing to chew on. If I'd only known then, what I know now. I made so many mistakes at the beginning. Easy to do with a baby that has to be supplemented from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Peanut is doing great. After a couple of times losing weight, we've got her on a steady upward climb now. She's only about 2 ounces from doubling her birth weight. She'll be three months on Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep going with the BF as long as there's milk there. She absolutely loves to nurse so I'm not about to take that away from her. However, as of this moment, I am officially giving myself a break and letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have more to blog about, but I've seriously thought about nothing but laundry and lactating for 2 months. Hey, that would make a great name for a book....Laundry and Lactating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-896464187178348374?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/896464187178348374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/896464187178348374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/896464187178348374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-5037158158068772330</id><published>2009-11-19T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:42:09.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry, worry, worry, worry = Mother</title><content type='html'>Oh, why can't she just steadily gain weight. Peanut gained the minimum amount required last week, but over the last 6 days she only gained 1.4 oz. I think the minimum for a 6 day period would be 3 oz. I'm not sure b/c I haven't been able to talk to the dr about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My milk supply is definitely down. I think it's a combination of stretching out feedings, pumping less, and she is just not big enough to suck vigorously to stimulate the breast enough. It doesn't help that I am in a constant state of stress over whether or not she will get enough from my breast. I had a breast reduction 10 years ago. We've been amazed at how good my production has been, but that was with 3 hour feedings and pumping after nearly every feeding. I don't know what the dr is going to say, but my plan is to go back to 3 hour feedings around the clock and to pump more times per day. I won't say how many pumpings...let's just say as many as I can stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-5037158158068772330?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/5037158158068772330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/11/worry-worry-worry-worry-mother.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5037158158068772330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5037158158068772330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/11/worry-worry-worry-worry-mother.html' title='Worry, worry, worry, worry = Mother'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-6857579489576350517</id><published>2009-11-04T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:42:59.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing...</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah!  Yesterday at her doctor's appointment her weight was up to 5 lbs 3.5 oz.  What a good big girl!  The pediatrician took us off of the hellish NICU feeding schedule (hear me screaming for joy).  We now breast feed on demand with one formula supplement feeding in the evening. I will pump for only that feeding.  Our only limitation is not to let her go more than 4 hours without eating.  Last night she went 2 four hour stretches so I was able to get some really good sleep.  It was bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-6857579489576350517?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/6857579489576350517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6857579489576350517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6857579489576350517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing.html' title='Growing...'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7076690011180543587</id><published>2009-11-01T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:07:48.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl is here!</title><content type='html'>Born October 22, 2009 at 1:04 pm.  4 lbs 8 oz  18 1/2 inches long&lt;br /&gt;She was not able to maintain her temperature because she was so small and had no fat to keep her warm. She spent 7 days in the NICU, but we brought her home on Thursday afternoon.  She was up to 4 lbs 15 oz just before we brought her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're exhausted.  She's on a strict 3 hour feeding schedule which includes breastfeeding and then adding a formula supplement.  I also pump at almost every feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the pediatrician on Tuesday.  Can't wait to see how much weight she's put on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7076690011180543587?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7076690011180543587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-girl-is-here.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7076690011180543587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7076690011180543587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-girl-is-here.html' title='Baby Girl is here!'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2456042473261924118</id><published>2009-10-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:13:02.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Day</title><content type='html'>Checking in at the hospital tomorrow morning at 6:15 to induce.  I've been having lots and lots of contractions and was 2 cm dilated on Monday.  I hope that means that we can use the minimum amount of drugs.  Better yet, maybe I'll just start full-on labor during the night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited that my dr of choice is on call tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More when I'm a Mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2456042473261924118?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2456042473261924118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/10/birth-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2456042473261924118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2456042473261924118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/10/birth-day.html' title='Birth Day'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-1602609344032379361</id><published>2009-10-16T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:19:08.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>And we wait another week.  The amnio showed that the protein level was not high enough to induce yet.  This is particularly bothersome b/c the peri so does not like the look of things that he lowered the bar on his protein level requirement from 55 to 50.  It was 42.9.  Our new plan is to induce on Thurs Oct 22.  No more testing.  No questions asked.  It's a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only gained 2 oz in a week (babies at this point should be gaining 8 oz per week).  That was with the 2nd measurement done by the peri himself.  The first measurement done by the sono tech showed that she actually lost weight.  She's now fallen lower than the 9th percentile of last week.  He wouldn't even give us a number.  He just said, "It's less than 10%."  The 10th percentile mark is where a small baby goes from Small for Gestational Age to Intrauterine Growth Restriction.  Above 10th is SGA; below is IUGR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so scary and frustrating to go from, "we need to get her out right away." to "we're going to wait a week." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't put me on bedrest, but my husband has.  He's so sweet and cute.  He's been reading up and decided that I should try bedrest b/c it is something that we can do.  I plan to spend the week internet shopping and scrapbooking.  There will probably be prayer without ceasing going on along with all of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-1602609344032379361?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/1602609344032379361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1602609344032379361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1602609344032379361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-6572249928422775602</id><published>2009-10-14T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:54:14.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....and then there was drama.</title><content type='html'>I didn't post about that I've had uncontrolled asthma symptoms. We've finally got it under control now, but I got bronchitis (which I'm highly prone to get) and suffered terribly from severe asthma symptoms for the last 9 or so weeks. Because the asthma was so poorly controlled, I checked out what A*COG recommends for asthma in pregnancy. They recommended regular u/s monitoring starting at 32 weeks. I asked for an u/s and it was scheduled for 3 weeks ago today in the afternoon. However, I woke up that morning realizing that the baby wasn't moving and had moved very, very little for about 36 hours. I went right in after the office opened and got the u/s; which didn't look so good and then immediately following that a non-stress test. They didn't like the looks of any of it so they sent me to the hospital for monitoring and had my peri's sono techs meet me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, she was measuring 15 days behind. Since then, I've been having 2ce weekly monitoring. Actually, sometimes more because when I freak out if she's not moving I go in for an extra one. I've also had a couple of ER visits for breathing treatments in the last 4 weeks. One of which included an NST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on Friday to the peri for a follow up u/s. Again, not so good. She's fallen even more behind and is now more than 3 weeks behind. Weighing in at 4 lbs 8 oz at 35 wks 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is that we go tomorrow pm for an amnio to measure the protein level which indicates lung maturity. If here lungs are mature tomorrow, we will induce on Friday. Yes! The day after tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping we go ahead and induce. The stress is killing me. Also, she's dropped and I'm very uncomfortable. I'm having so much trouble walking and getting up from a seated position is just a very painful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send prayers, good vibes, happy thoughts, or whatever you believe in. I suppose my next post will be a birth announcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-6572249928422775602?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/6572249928422775602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-there-was-drama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6572249928422775602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6572249928422775602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-there-was-drama.html' title='....and then there was drama.'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-296441802223144914</id><published>2009-09-09T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:27:21.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh!  How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>It's been forever since I've posted.  I just don't have any drama.  Everything is going fine and that just doesn't make for a very interesting post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 9 weeks to go.  We're finally working on the baby's room.  We've ordered all of the furniture and I have 2 showers coming up at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pleased that I haven't gained a ton of weight.  I'm staying a pound or two under the minimum recommended weight gain.  It's, thankfully, all out front.  I never expected to be one of those pg women.  I thought I would S-P-R-E-A-D out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still an active little girl.  We can't wait to meet her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-296441802223144914?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/296441802223144914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/09/sheesh-how-long-has-it-been.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/296441802223144914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/296441802223144914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/09/sheesh-how-long-has-it-been.html' title='Sheesh!  How long has it been?'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2581354427843304874</id><published>2009-07-23T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:49:26.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE out of three IS bad</title><content type='html'>Well, the 2ww is over for my friends.  My IRL friend got a BFN as did &lt;a href="http://musicmakermomma.livejournal.com/"&gt;musicmakermomma&lt;/a&gt;. I hate to say I'm so sorry because I can remember hating the "I'm so sorry's."  So let's say "that sucks" and maybe hit something.  I remember how painful that was when it happened to me.  I hope that if you ladies decide to cycle again you'll have success in the future.... and if you don't that you'll have complete peace in your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can celebrate with &lt;a href="http://elderlyovary.blogspot.com/"&gt;TheElderlyOvary&lt;/a&gt;. She's preggers and waiting for her first u/s.  Her high betas may indicate more than one bun in the oven so I can't wait to hear the u/s results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by and see my friends and drop them a little note of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report for little ole me.  I'm GROW -ING!  I just noticed today for the first time that my belly is getting that tight, stretched look to it.  I had to buy new, bigger clothes because the ones I bought late first trimester are on the verge of being very uncomfortable.   I'm so thrilled to feel the baby move every day.  At night, when I get in bed she gets active and I usually start crying from the joy of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stunned every day that this is happening to me.  I was getting so close to really, really believing that it never would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2581354427843304874?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2581354427843304874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-out-of-three-is-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2581354427843304874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2581354427843304874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-out-of-three-is-bad.html' title='ONE out of three IS bad'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2387424307715705837</id><published>2009-07-09T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:37:48.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I just say!</title><content type='html'>I called my MIL back this morning.  She has a gift for the baby.  She got one just like it for my SIL's baby.  MATCHING OUTFITS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to teach my girl to fight like hell for her autonomy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2387424307715705837?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2387424307715705837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-did-i-just-say.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2387424307715705837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2387424307715705837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-did-i-just-say.html' title='What did I just say!'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-3104490878808357436</id><published>2009-07-08T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:32:37.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again.  Once an IF, always an IF.</title><content type='html'>I found out today that my SIL is having a girl. If you're new to the blog, she's due just 3 weeks after me and she got pg the first month that she went off birth control after just 10 months of marriage. ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am raw, ugly, and with all of the fresh anger of an infertile. I feel as if someone has pulled the band-aid off of a sore the size of my entire being. My soul is shrinking into a ball and trying to hide and my actual physical self is sitting in a dark room and literally hiding from the world. I'm not answering the phone and flinch every time it rings. My MIL has already called. I cringe to think what celebratory conversation she wants to have with me. I have horrified visions of her going out and buying matching outfits for our babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lick my ever present wounds of the infertile and hope that the grace to celebrate her baby comes sooner rather than later. All the while, what I fantasize about is running away with my family. Far, far away so that I can avoid this baby that to me is an infringement on the joy of my own painfully won pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-3104490878808357436?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/3104490878808357436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-we-go-again-once-if-always-if.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3104490878808357436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3104490878808357436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-we-go-again-once-if-always-if.html' title='Here we go again.  Once an IF, always an IF.'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2881093188212939969</id><published>2009-07-06T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:51:21.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little 2ww with my friends</title><content type='html'>This morning a very good friend IRL transferred 2 grade A day 3 embryos. I am seriously more excited than I was with my last transfer. This is her first IVF cycle. She's be TTC for exactly 2 years and she's 40 yo. She was given a terrible diagnosis regarding her ovaries, but lo and behold she eeked out 7 eggs and 6 of them fertilized. We must always remember to go with our gut because doctors can give us an educated opinion, but they really don't know what's going to happen. Her dr had already been talking to her about DE before she even tried any sort of medicated cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friends in the 2ww are in the blogosphere. Lorraine over at &lt;a href="http://elderlyovary.blogspot.com/"&gt;TheElderlyOvary&lt;/a&gt; transferred some beautiful blasts over the weekend and &lt;a href="http://musicmakermomma.livejournal.com/"&gt;musicmakermomma&lt;/a&gt; is about halfway through her 2ww on a donor egg cycle. Visit them and wish them luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here in my house everything is going along swimmingly. I feel my little girl squirming around every day. We're to the point that if I get down on the floor and lay on my back Daddy can even feel his little girl kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 22 and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks e/o for your kind posts. All you ICLW posters, thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2881093188212939969?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2881093188212939969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-little-2ww-with-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2881093188212939969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2881093188212939969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-little-2ww-with-my-friends.html' title='Just a little 2ww with my friends'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-8447477129222646983</id><published>2009-06-20T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:16:01.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>Well, I had my anatomy scan with the peri yesterday.  The baby looks great and it is definitely a girl.  This time instead of saying "well, I don't see any boy parts" he was confidant enough to say "it's a girl!"  I need to go back to the tech at my OB's office and tell her that she should just not say anything as early as 10 weeks no matter what she thinks.  She says a lot of inappropriate things!  I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looked wonderful.  There were no markers for Downs.  I don't know if I've mentioned here that we opted not to do any diagnostic testing so this is the only look we get at Downs markers.  All measurements were perfect for a normal, healthy baby.  My husband said that he felt a little bad at how relieved he was.  We had committed to happily taking whatever baby God blessed us with.  I suppose it's not bad to be relieved, though.  We're just happy that God chose to give us a genetically normal baby.  That's a really big deal for a couple of 43 yo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peri also checked over my uterus and cervix again.  I have a small uterus and a short cervix so there were initially concerns about being able to carry a baby to term without a cerclage and probably a buttload of bedrest.  Amazingly, both the uterus and the cervix are of normal size/length now.  It's true!  They are made to change to accomodate a baby and that's exactly what my body has done.  Take that RE's that made me worry more than I needed to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a shocking turn of events; my peri released me.  Yes, I have been released to the OB with no further visits of the kind necessary for a person of high risk unless something comes up in the future.  That'll just about make a crazy girl swoon.  "Don't go making me feel almost normal, Doctor!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I celebrated by going to my favorite little cafe (which happens to be right next to my peri's office) and getting two big, fat, made with white flour, bluberry muffins.   Mmmmm, I miss white flour sometimes.  However, within 45 minutes of eating it, my fingers blew up like sausages.  Oh well, back to whole grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food.  I've been craving my mama's fried chicken lately.  I haven't made it in probably about 20 years.  Well, we've invited my FIL for supper and I'm going to make fried chicken, mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas, and biscuits (yes, with white flour).  Mmmm, just like Mama used to make (my parents don't eat like that anymore, either).  Don't know why, but the comfort foods of old are really calling to me these days.  I'll not deny myself altogether.  Once in a while, you've just got to live a little! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good....the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, my cats are huddled around me, my sweet husband is upstairs playing video games, and my precious baby is growing just as she should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go take a shower now so that I can go out and buy something PINK...  :-)  Time to start the name negotiation.  Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-8447477129222646983?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/8447477129222646983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/8447477129222646983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/8447477129222646983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7861884660528581146</id><published>2009-06-15T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:05:38.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Welcome Little Girl! We have a new addition to our home. After the loss of my Sunshine, my little 6 yo kitty started getting depressed. So 2 weeks ago, I got a new little kitty. I won't post her name b/c it happens to be the same as the female character of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; popular series of v*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mpire&lt;/span&gt; books and I don't want every 'tween that searches it to find themselves here. I read the whole series, but it had absolutely nothing to do with naming my kitty that name. In fact, it didn't even occur to me until my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; said something about it. After living with her for 4 days, it was just the only name that kept washing through my mind. If you're not familiar with the books, it's Italian for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Kitty likes watching tv, taking long naps, and reading chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She also likes to chase the cursor on the computer screen, but I haven't been able to capture an image of that. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347642512775597986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SjakiEfET6I/AAAAAAAAACA/CZnxFXJUhG4/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I think the boyfriend did it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347642521036199170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SjakijQjFQI/AAAAAAAAACI/Vi3LpGSdMXE/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't scratch my tummy while I'm sleeping!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347642525384024578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SjakizdJogI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qFtoFiAWAv4/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Thanks for making that run to the bookstore. I'm just about done with this one."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 YO Kitty hasn't totally warmed up to her, but she has started playing with her a little bit in between the growling and hissing...and she's come out of hiding. She can even stand to sleep with me with New Kitty in the bed. New Kitty is super sweet and most importantly, she loves Daddy. A big goal for New Kitty was for her to not be afraid of Daddy as 6 YO Kitty is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In pg news, I'm 19 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt; today. I'm definitely feeling the baby move. So weird. Back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;peri&lt;/span&gt; on Friday. I had some cramping on Sat night that was a bit scary, but it didn't last long and hasn't come back. When do you know when you're supposed to worry? This is such a foreign land for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7861884660528581146?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7861884660528581146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-kitty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7861884660528581146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7861884660528581146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-kitty.html' title='New Kitty'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SjakiEfET6I/AAAAAAAAACA/CZnxFXJUhG4/s72-c/IMG_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7243060364739041531</id><published>2009-06-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:48:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasn't I supposed to relax now?</title><content type='html'>I told myself that once I got that 16 wk u/s behind me that I would relax.  Sadly, it's just not that easy.  I have had some relief, but it's not like I can just let go and wait to get to 40 wks.  The thing that I can't get out of my head is my local RE saying to me last year, "that uterus is never going to support a pregnancy!"  It haunts me.  I'm so afraid that she may be right.  Every day of this pregnancy I have  been amazed that nothing has gone wrong.  I hate that I feel like I'm spending the pregnancy waiting for something bad to happen.  I'm trying so hard to enjoy it.  What's a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7243060364739041531?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7243060364739041531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasnt-i-supposed-to-relax-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7243060364739041531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7243060364739041531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasnt-i-supposed-to-relax-now.html' title='Wasn&apos;t I supposed to relax now?'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7934899825257295289</id><published>2009-05-29T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:19:35.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a ????</title><content type='html'>Well, thank goodness that I had been questioning the sono tech's belief from the 10 wk scan that we were having a boy. I went yesterday for my 16 wk visit with the peri and he thinks it's a girl. He didn't seem totally convinced so I'm not settling on anything until the next visit in 3 wks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7934899825257295289?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7934899825257295289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/05/its.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7934899825257295289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7934899825257295289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/05/its.html' title='It&apos;s a ????'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-4991967206753386142</id><published>2009-05-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:35:43.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow I'm off on a long weekend to NYC with my MIL and 2 SIL's.  This will be the first time that I've ever been around any of them this much.  I'm very nervous.  It will also be the first time that I've seen my pg SIL since finding out about her pgy.  I had this trip planned before knowing about her pgy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would make it so much easier if I could drink!  A nice little buzz maintained through the weekend could make everything seem a little nicer.  I hope I'm worrying about nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-4991967206753386142?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/4991967206753386142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/4991967206753386142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/4991967206753386142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-65202946929999839</id><published>2009-05-17T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:15:24.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I've realized that my last post could have given the impression that people who've had multiple pregnancy losses are or should be without hope for success.  That couldn't be further from the truth.  I want to talk a bit more about this.  I hope that I didn't hurt anyone by my comments in that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point was that in the 1950's there were so few options available to women with fertility issues or RPL.  We are so fortunate today to have a plethora of diagnostic testing and treatment options available to us. My mother had none of that.  Given the despair and loss of hope that I felt as I went through my journey, I thought that my mother may have felt something similar.  However, she did not have the looming age issue that I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had a good OB appointment on Friday.  Everything is just as it should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-65202946929999839?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/65202946929999839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/65202946929999839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/65202946929999839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-thoughts.html' title='More thoughts'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-3375916846527269263</id><published>2009-05-10T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:35:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Talk with Mama about Pregnancy Loss</title><content type='html'>I grew up knowing my whole childhood that my mother had suffered multiple pregnancy losses b/t children numbers one and two. In fact, the matter of fact manner in which she always spoke of her losses did not serve me well when I had my own. B/c of the way she always spoke of them, I greatly underestimated the great pain and depth of despair that goes along with such a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the 5th of 5 children. By the time I came along, the losses were a memory 8 to 9 years old and older than that by the time she was discussing them with me. It's so strange to me now how it was just something that we always seemed to talk about. Did we really or is that just how I remember it? Anyway, she went on to have 4 more healthy children after those losses and had a baby at home while they were happening. I suppose that makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to digress a moment for background purposes....My sister also m/c her first pg and went on to have 4 healthy babies in 12 years. My mother's sister had 3 or more m/c after her 1st over a 12 year period until giving birth to number two. All of these women seemed to sail through these losses. How is that possible? Was I too young to see the truth? Does going on to have a baby change it all? I don't know the answers to these questions. I know that I still ache for my lost baby even while I nurture and grow this one in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went home for... Well, you know what I went home for. I don't think we have to name it here. And to tell my parents about the pregnancy. Sat night my mother and I couldn't sleep. We sat up in the living room talking. I started asking questions about her miscarriages. So now she tells me that maybe there were 4. I always knew that one of them was a 2nd trimester loss and that she almost died from blood loss, but now I am just heartbroken by the story. She was taken to an Army hospital and was knocked out immediately without being told anything. They took the baby, by a D&amp;amp;C I suppose. She doesn't know any details of what they did to her. The procedure was not abdominal. She knows that it was a boy. She did not get to see the baby. The Army, an organization that has to give a name to everything, made her name the baby that she never saw. She has no idea why she lost the baby because, as she says, "the Army doesn't tell you anything." It sounds like placental abruption to me. They did not tell her how far along she was, but she thinks 4 or 5 months. I'm so thankful that I did not come of age in the '50's. She was treated as if she had no brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the story will be so much more poignant if you understand that my mother got married at 17 in 1954. She had her first baby 11 months later at age 18. All of these losses were happening when she was 19 years old. Can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the thing that I really wanted to tell you. I asked her, "when you had all of those miscarriages, did you get to a point where you thought you would never have another baby?" I almost fell off my chair when she said, "No, uh uh." I mean, it was so obvious that it had never occurred to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youthful naivete or faith? What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-3375916846527269263?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/3375916846527269263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/05/talk-with-mama-about-pregnancy-loss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3375916846527269263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3375916846527269263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/05/talk-with-mama-about-pregnancy-loss.html' title='A Talk with Mama about Pregnancy Loss'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-3809630810902763619</id><published>2009-04-29T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:08:20.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day!</title><content type='html'>I actually did something really good for myself and with perfect timing.  A few weeks ago I signed myself up for a photography class.  I thought it would be a good distraction during the pgy and by the time the baby arrives I'll be able to take much better pics.  What a good idea!  I'm so thankful that it's a good class; amazing instructor.  It's given me something to take my mind off the worry and other obssessions and something to look forward to in the short-term.  I can't wait for Tues so that I can go to the next class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-3809630810902763619?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/3809630810902763619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-new-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3809630810902763619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3809630810902763619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a new day!'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-8546981211414857984</id><published>2009-04-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:38:25.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ups and downs of being an IF</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was the due date for the pregnancy that I lost in the fall.  Now today I begin week 12 of my current pregnancy.  How's that for timing?  No need to tell you that being pg made yesterday much easier, but I did spend some time crying for my little guy that I lost.  It's a mystery as to why the pg failed.  The karyotype showed no chromosomal issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......moving on.  I need to focus on the baby that I'm nurturing right now.  I've been so worried about so many things.  I was losing some weight for about 3 weeks running.  I never got to a negative net gain from pre-pregnancy, but it was starting to make me go hmmm.  Oh well, apparently I took care of that.  When I got on the scale this morning, I was UP.  A little more up than I was looking for. I don't know where it came from either.  I definitely was worried for the last several days that I wasn't getting enough food in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday really anxious about whether or not everything is okay.  I'm dying to get to the point that I can feel the baby move so that I will have a daily measure of how it's doing.  I don't go back to the dr for another 2 1/2 wks.  Man is that ever going to be a long wait.  There are just a whole series of 2ww's aren't there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-8546981211414857984?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/8546981211414857984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/ups-and-downs-of-being-if.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/8546981211414857984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/8546981211414857984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/ups-and-downs-of-being-if.html' title='The ups and downs of being an IF'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-6498223742323573464</id><published>2009-04-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:45:44.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Phoebe, you said a mouthful (see comments from last post if you're wondering what I'm talking about). That's the epiphany I've had in the last 2 days.  I thought I was really getting back to myself since I've been pg.  I've started feeling so normal, but when this happened I realized that the IF woman in me isn't going anywhere.  It is now a part of who I am.  I will never react normally to things that fertile people take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been obsessing again for the last few days about whether or not things are ok.  I'm so scared to tell people.  I think we're going to wait until 16 wks now.  I need another good OB appt before I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into a baby store today and I felt so uncomfortable.  I felt like I shouldn't have been there or like I was an imposter.  I looked around and I was seriously nervous that a sales associate would approach me.  I left pretty quickly feeling kind of that feeling like when you go into a store where there is nothing that you can afford and you feel like you shouldn't be there.  I'm so afraid that I'm going to make a move towards preparations for baby and then the baby is going to get yanked from me.  I'm still so afraid of jinxing it.  Oh, yes...I still have the heart and mind of an IF woman and it's pretty warped and broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 12 wks tomorrow.  I should be so excited to be reaching the end of my first trimester.  Instead, I'm paranoid that something is wrong.  RRRGH!  I think I'll start feeling ok at about week 45!  When my baby's safely in my arms...  Even my OB told me that he's not going to relax about this pregnancy until he catches the baby in his hands.  That really helped me relax!  Sheesh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-6498223742323573464?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/6498223742323573464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-phoebe-you-said-mouthful-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6498223742323573464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6498223742323573464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-phoebe-you-said-mouthful-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-159891892397127458</id><published>2009-04-24T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:21:20.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a dark and ugly place</title><content type='html'>So I've been happily skipping along in the glow of pregnancy. Well, today I got clotheslined! My husband called to give me a heads up that his little sister is pg. She's making her big announcement today....at 8 weeks. We're just about to be 12 wks and I've been thinking all week that I want to wait until 16 wks. Anyhoo, she has been married all of TEN MONTHS!!! I am just so fucking pissed off. I'm just going to admit right now that I am not one of those people who "wouldn't wish this on anyone." Seriously, I want everyone to have trouble getting pg and when they don't, it makes me mad as hell. Add to that that this overnight pregnancy in particular is going to suck the life right out of my announcement and I am just a crying, sobbing, puddle of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear how everybody will still be excited or how great it will be to have a cousin so close. One friend even said that it would be fun to be pg with my SIL. HA! I think that's just bullshit! I've been to hell and back and I want to be pg by myself. I want to make my announcement without being in the shadow of anyone. And I want to have the only newborn in the family. I am selfish and unreasonable. That's how I feel and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matter worse, on the other side of the family, my nephew's wife is due to deliver 4 months before me. Shit! I'm getting it from every side. This happens to be the nephew that took my girl name (MY grandmother's name) for his first child apparently without a care as to how it would make me feel b/c my sister plainly told him that I was planning to use it and that he should reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!! I just want to be able to have something go easily for me in the department of having a baby. And I'm sick and tired of it going so easily for everybody else. I don't even think anybody that gets it easily even appreciates it the way they really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sick of having to suck up my broken heart so that I don't hurt anybody else. My husband doesn't understand how I feel at all. I'm actually pretty sick of him at the moment, too. I practically hung up on him tonight. I'm so glad that he's doing a boy's weekend and I don't have to have him here sitting in judgment of me all weekend. With the name issue, he was a complete ass and showed no understanding. He actually said to me that I was NOT ALLOWED to be mad about it. WTF? Who in their right mind thinks they can tell someone what it is and is not okay to feel. You feel what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if all of that is not bad enough, Sunday is the due date for the pg that I lost.  I knew it was coming up, but I was really trying not to give it much thought.  Then tonight I was checking my Palm and got a reminder "April 26, 40 weeks, Due Date."  Oh, it was a knife through the heart.  It was just so unexpected.  I took it out of my Outlook calendar on my laptop a couple of weeks ago, but I haven't synced the two so it was still in my mobile.  Could that have happened on a worse day?  The bawling just started all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go and try to sleep off some of this anger, disappointment, and grief now. Perhaps next time I'll be in a frame of mind to write something that is actually fit for human consumption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-159891892397127458?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/159891892397127458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-dark-and-ugly-place.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/159891892397127458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/159891892397127458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-dark-and-ugly-place.html' title='From a dark and ugly place'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2738337959839970226</id><published>2009-04-17T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:09:15.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an amazing experience!</title><content type='html'>My u/s was incredible. The tech switched over to 3D and it was just the most incredible thing I've ever seen. In 2D she said that she thought she saw a penis, but in 3D even I could see it. It was especially funny b/c just that morning my SIL had asked me when we could tell the sex and I said well the external sex organs are forming this week, but you'd have to put a camera in the uterus to be able to tell. Well...maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SeiZq6BQw8I/AAAAAAAAABY/3rBVN54qFnk/s1600-h/It%27s+a+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325675521773716418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SeiZq6BQw8I/AAAAAAAAABY/3rBVN54qFnk/s320/It%27s+a+Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 weeks&lt;br /&gt;2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean. He lifted his little leg just to show it off! Just like my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beside myself with excitement. I hardly slept at all the night of the u/s. I'm just so thrilled with how good he looked and how active he was. There was one point on the 2D where I could even count five fingers on his left hand. I'm really in love with technology right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - Lisa, please don't feel bad for laughing at my post telling about my fit. That was the point. I really get how funny it was. It was made even funnier by the fact that my DH wasn't phased by it. When I went upstairs to read, he fell asleep on the couch. The next day he teased me a little about it. But all-in-all, he incredibly reacted as if it were perfectly normal behavior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2738337959839970226?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2738337959839970226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-amazing-experience.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2738337959839970226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2738337959839970226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-amazing-experience.html' title='What an amazing experience!'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SeiZq6BQw8I/AAAAAAAAABY/3rBVN54qFnk/s72-c/It%27s+a+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-5150501903762172212</id><published>2009-04-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:36:51.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 14 and all is well</title><content type='html'>So things seem to be going really well.  I expect good news at tomorrow's u/s.  My belly is growing a bit and I'm soooo exhausted.  I got miserably sick on Easter morning.  Thankfully, I was okay in time for lunch with the family.  I felt so bad that we didn't go to church.  It's a good thing, too.  I puked &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and puked and puked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; at exactly 11:30.  That would have been so ugly if I'd been sitting at church.  It's a loooonnng way from the sanctuary to the restroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to just sleep through the next 2 wks.  I may just darn near do that. Oh, I'm so glad that I don't work for someone else.  How do people do it?  If I had to keep a regular schedule right now I'd wind up laying on the floor of my office pitching a fit.  I find it impossible to resist the sleep that I need.  I'm just too miserable to live if I deny the sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought a few pieces of maternity clothing.  I'm going to try to wait 2 more wks to wear them, but I may not make it.  The pieces are really cute so I'm actually looking forward to it.  Also, I'm ready to look pg instead of just dumpy and fat.  Pg is cute....the big, frumpy look that I've got going right now is not cute at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So send good thoughts for my little kumquat for our u/s tomorrow.  I can't wait to see it with the defined arms and legs looking more like a human than a tadpole.  I'll be 10 wks 2 days tomorrow.  Whoohooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-5150501903762172212?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/5150501903762172212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-14-and-all-is-well.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5150501903762172212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5150501903762172212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-14-and-all-is-well.html' title='April 14 and all is well'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-321601507336024800</id><published>2009-04-10T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:53:03.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/Sd-wwUAe4QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aMKu3GnOQUc/s1600-h/Kitty+in+basket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323167628626157826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/Sd-wwUAe4QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aMKu3GnOQUc/s320/Kitty+in+basket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a sad day here. We had my 19 yo cat put down. She was such a good, good girl, but she was old and tired. Her little body was just giving out on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a picture of her from better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well otherwise...more later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-321601507336024800?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/321601507336024800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/321601507336024800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/321601507336024800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-sunshine.html' title='Goodbye Sunshine'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/Sd-wwUAe4QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aMKu3GnOQUc/s72-c/Kitty+in+basket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-3719936574333901989</id><published>2009-04-03T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:42:02.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm, perhaps the hormonal crazies have begun</title><content type='html'>Soooo, I had an all out bitch-crazy fit tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a house that is 103 years old. My stove in my pathetic kitchen is from sometime in the '80's. We keep putting off a big renovation project that will modernize kitchen, baths, etc. The kitchen is nowhere near to being a cook's kitchen; sadly, I am a cook. So tonight I decided to make up a little homemade mac &amp;amp; cheese. I put the butter in the pan and then the flour. I can't get the damn flour mixed in with the butter because all of the @#$%ing butter is on one side of the pan because the stove eye is not, can not, will never be level. I HATE THIS STOVE! Which is what I started screaming, yes really screaming, as I beat (see woman raising frying pan with 2 hands and beating it on stove repeatedly) the pan on the stove sending butter and flour flying around my kitchen. For a good visual, probably the best I can recommend is Shirley MaClaine in &lt;em&gt;Terms of Endearment&lt;/em&gt; having the fit in the hospital. Insert my stove in the place of the nurse's desk and put a skillet in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of mature women who can overcome anything, I turned off the stove, stormed upstairs and got in bed with a book. After reading for about 45 minutes, I calmed down enough to order a pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next 7 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-3719936574333901989?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/3719936574333901989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm-perhaps-hormonal-crazies-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3719936574333901989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3719936574333901989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm-perhaps-hormonal-crazies-have.html' title='Hmmm, perhaps the hormonal crazies have begun'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-3936779099091556615</id><published>2009-04-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:40:18.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always something to worry about :-(</title><content type='html'>So I've been spotting for 3 days. It's all been brown and my OB's office says not to worry about it b/c I'm not having any cramping. HA! Fat chance! If it's still going on tomorrow and my OB's office still brushes me off, I think I'm going to try to go back to my RE's office. I really need some peace of mind on this. I know spotting in the first trimester can be perfectly normal, but come on. After all I've been through, I'm supposed to not worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard to take it easy. That can be hard to do. Somehow my house is staying in a constant state of disarray and it's driving me crazy. I try to do just a little bit and then rest for a while. I've hardly gone into the office this week at all so that's good, but I need to hire somebody to get this laundry under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be wearing my jeans for the last time today. They're a wee bit snug. I bought a pair of maternity pants yesterday and 2 pair of yoga pants. Yoga pants are my best friend right now. Oh, I also bought a huge bra! I got a belly band, too, but I really don't think I can run around town with my pants undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I absolutely don't care about my pouchy stomach. Yea for me!  However, I don't want it to accidentally fall out in the middle of Target either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-3936779099091556615?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/3936779099091556615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-something-to-worry-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3936779099091556615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3936779099091556615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-something-to-worry-about.html' title='Always something to worry about :-('/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-6185678109039579207</id><published>2009-03-29T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:32:05.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good News!</title><content type='html'>At the appointment on Friday, the baby looked just beautiful. It measured at a perfect 7 weeks, 4 days and had a heart rate of 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are flying high and so excited. The spotting lasted less than 24 hours and hasn't returned. My RE thinks it could have been the 2nd yolk sac passing or from the change from PIO to oral progesterone. Yes, I got to take my last shot on Tuesday!!! Wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 8 weeks tomorrow. 4 more weeks and we're going to start on the nursery. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-6185678109039579207?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/6185678109039579207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-good-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6185678109039579207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6185678109039579207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-good-new.html' title='All Good News!'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-608384949347845988</id><published>2009-03-26T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:43:34.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baby</title><content type='html'>Dear Precious Baby in my Womb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please grow and flourish.  We're going to get to look at you again tomorrow.  I hope your beautiful little heart will be beating away and that you are healthy and perfect.  I am so nervous and have so much fear for your well-being because we lost your brother at this very point when he was growing in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you, Baby.  I want to meet you in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-608384949347845988?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/608384949347845988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/608384949347845988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/608384949347845988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-baby.html' title='Dear Baby'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-4219820661923855177</id><published>2009-03-17T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:12:09.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Life Grand!</title><content type='html'>I got to hear my baby's heartbeat today.  I am 6wks1d and all is well.  Everything looked just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now sitting on my front porch with my laptop and a neighbor (college student) across the street is on his porch playing acoustic guitar.  It's about 75 degrees.  Only my DH coming home could make it better!  Alas, Thursday is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-4219820661923855177?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/4219820661923855177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/aint-life-grand.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/4219820661923855177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/4219820661923855177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/aint-life-grand.html' title='Ain&apos;t Life Grand!'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-638089387456673847</id><published>2009-03-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:42:02.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves</title><content type='html'>We went back to the OB on Friday.  DH went with me.  So glad he did.  We were able to see the hb.  5wks, 4days.  So the last time we were pg, the baby stopped developing at in the 7th week (can't remember if it was 6wks 2 or 4 days.  So here I am in the 7th week and I'm on pins and needles.  Thankfully, I'm going back to the OB today and then back to the RE tomorrow.  I'm hoping that these visits can ease my mind and give me some comfort that this pg will be healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours to u/s.  What a relief!  If I didn't have these appts, I'd be going completely crazy.  Let's get past this hurdle and maybe I can find the joy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-638089387456673847?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/638089387456673847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/nerves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/638089387456673847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/638089387456673847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/nerves.html' title='Nerves'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-150310352809948954</id><published>2009-03-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:08:14.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say....MISDIAGNOSIS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I went to the IF clinic in ATL.  After much probing with the, well, probe, it was determined that the tech at my ob's office did not have experience looking at over stimulated ovaries.  What she thought was a gestational sac was actually a huge corpus luteum.  What an enormous relief!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally got that 2nd beta back and it was good.  I also got the one from yesterday.  I did a calculator from the first one to the one yesterday and it says it's doubling every 45.7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fetal pole was "beautiful."  They also saw a second sac, but couldn't see a fetal pole in that one.  I wonder if it has stopped developing or if it's just slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ATL clinic invited me to continue to monitor with them until wk 12.  I jumped all over that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired....must sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-150310352809948954?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/150310352809948954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-saymisdiagnosis.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/150310352809948954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/150310352809948954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-saymisdiagnosis.html' title='Can you say....MISDIAGNOSIS!!!!!'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-1526754250104934483</id><published>2009-03-11T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:53:01.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The very latest</title><content type='html'>My in-state RE wants to see me first thing tomorrow and to arrive prepared for the possibility of surgery.  If the little rebel embryo is large enough that it may pose a problem, he will go ahead and take it tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just as soon get this over with so tomorrow is fine with me.  If we wait to see if it fails on it's own, I'll just be on pins and needles until it either happens or doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally fell apart a bit ago when I had to call someone to go with me.  I had been freakishly calm all day.  DH is out of town working and won't be here tomorrow and since there is a possiblity of surgery I can't go alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-1526754250104934483?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/1526754250104934483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-latest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1526754250104934483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1526754250104934483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-latest.html' title='The very latest'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2614300523622524041</id><published>2009-03-11T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:27:07.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ever heard of a Heterotopic Pregnancy?</title><content type='html'>WTF?  I went in today for my 5 wk u/s and there is one nice little yolk sac in the uterus.  Unfortunately, there's another yolk sac outside of the uterus.  It appears to be in my left fallopian tube.  They drew blood to check my hCG levels and will do so again on Fri to compare.  I also will have another u/s on Fri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things go well, the embryo in the tube will cease to grow and my body will absorb it.  If that doesn't happen, I'll have to have surgery to have it removed.  I'm trying to find out about the success of keeping the in utero pregnancy when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody have any information on surgery for heterotopic pregnancy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2614300523622524041?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2614300523622524041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-ever-heard-of-heterotopic-pregnancy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2614300523622524041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2614300523622524041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-ever-heard-of-heterotopic-pregnancy.html' title='Who ever heard of a Heterotopic Pregnancy?'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-6491258017318834952</id><published>2009-03-06T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:16:42.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I'd known then</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine she cries at night, and she&lt;br /&gt;Calls me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sees babies everywhere she goes and she&lt;br /&gt;Wants one of her own.&lt;br /&gt;She's waited long enough she says&lt;br /&gt;And still she can't decide&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon she'll have to choose and it tears her up inside...&lt;br /&gt;She's scared...&lt;br /&gt;scared she'll run out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, &lt;em&gt;Nick of Time&lt;/em&gt;, was on Bonnie Raitt's 1989 album also titled &lt;em&gt;Nick of Time&lt;/em&gt;.  I spent most of 1990 wearing out the cassette tape of this album.  I LOVED every song on it.  Interestingly, this song didn't move me any more than any of the rest.  I was 24, wild, and free (and probably on birth control).  I remember that summer almost every weekend a big group of friends and I would go up to the north Georgia mountains and have the most wonderful, carefree weekends.  One girl would bring her guitar and we'd sit around and sing songs from this very album.  I practically breathed this album.  And I did not have a clue to what the verses above spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I've put this album on my phone.  I was out walking this morning with my phone on shuffle mode going through all of the songs on it, but we came around to &lt;em&gt;Nick of Time&lt;/em&gt;.  Now it almost stops me in my tracks.  When I was 37, I made up my mind that I just couldn't wait any more.  I had to find a husband and get married.  Luckily for me, my plan actually worked.  We got married at 39.  I was no longer listening to this song, but I was living it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-6491258017318834952?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/6491258017318834952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-id-known-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6491258017318834952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6491258017318834952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-id-known-then.html' title='If I&apos;d known then'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-3039872508587719892</id><published>2009-03-05T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:24:53.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>The beta is in: 384  That's for 12dp3dt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say more, but I really want to eat and sleep.  Just as it should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-3039872508587719892?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/3039872508587719892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3039872508587719892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3039872508587719892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7606982747074657592</id><published>2009-03-03T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:46:36.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick word about snow and embryo transfers</title><content type='html'>Sadly, I wasn't able to get my beta yesterday. We got 7 inches of snow here. In the south 2 inches will shut everything down. We just don't get enough snow here for it to be feasible to invest in snow-moving or salt-spreading equipment. When we do get snow, it usually only hangs around for a day. Case in point, it's supposed to be 45 degrees today. So the long and the short of it is that my gynecologist's office was locked up nice and tight yesterday when I trekked the 4+ blocks through the snow, none of which had melted or been moved (see above), to go get my blood drawn. It was a good walk though. Walking through 7 inches of snow is kind of like walking in soft beach sand. I think I got a pretty nice butt workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sure some people are going to see my blog about transferring 6 embryos and think we are crazy or just plain stupid. Therefore, I am going to go over a bit of history and the decision-making process so that all may see how we made our decision. And believe me, it wasn't an easy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first transfer which was about 1 1/2 years ago, we transferred 2 embies and got a BFN. Our 2nd tranfer was last fall. We thawed 8 and 4 of them survived. We tranferred all 4. At that point, we had enough information to think that there was no way I was going to get pg. We were dumbfounded when we got a positive beta. My RE had basically given us no hope. We tranferred 4 and we had one attach. We saw the HB at 5 weeks, 5 days, but 2 weeks later it had stopped. We were devastated by the loss, but at the same time had renewed hope. Even my RE changed her mind and said we could do it. We could get pg and have a healthy baby. She was wrong. How often do you hear an MD say that? So with renewed hope we set off to do another fresh cycle. We went to the best fertility clinic on the East Coast. This time, we knew so much more and we meant business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As previously noted, we got 7 eggs, 7 of them fertilized and 6 of them grew to beautiful embies of 7 to 10 cells. There were 2 perfect 8 celled embies. I started out afraid to transfer 5, the minimum recommended number for my age. Cornell recommends a woman my age transfer 5 or 6. Why? Because the likelihood of any embryos created from the eggs of a 43 year old woman attaching is extremely low. Also, embryologists are still not to the point yet where they know which embryos really have the greatest chance of implanting. There are a whole lot of stories out there of not-so-good-looking embryos that drs don't think have a chance turning into healthy babies. I told my dr of my fears and he reminded me of the low likelihood of HOM's. In my age group, the chance of more than 2 embryos attaching to the womb is less than 10%. Couple that with the fact that any success at all is unlikely at my age and you've got some pretty dismal numbers. According to the CDC, the likelihood of a 43 yo woman conceiving through IVF with her own eggs is only about 11% (based on 2005 data). The percentage of 43 yo women who took home baby was only 4.9%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see... a less than 10% chance of HOM inside an 11% chance of any pregnancy at all. See what I mean, dismal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, it's not crazy. Now you may be thinking that we're crazy to try at all. Well, that may be, but we just believe that we will be the exception. Everything we've done has been a surprise to the drs; the way I've responded to the drugs, that I got pg at all. It's been one big exception to the rule after the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be clear here. I don't think I would have felt the need at all to make this post if it weren't for Nadya. Bitch. She's going to screw it up for so many that come after us. There is already legislation being put forth in my state to limit the number of embryos transferred (more on that later).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7606982747074657592?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7606982747074657592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-word-about-snow-and-embryo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7606982747074657592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7606982747074657592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-word-about-snow-and-embryo.html' title='A quick word about snow and embryo transfers'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-1932485582687019219</id><published>2009-03-01T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T06:16:14.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearly, I am not psychic....</title><content type='html'>...but I am pregnant!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I peed on a stick this morning. I know, I know, I said I'm not a girl that does that anymore. However, this time I was so certain that it had not worked that I wanted to go ahead and POAS to get to that terrible moment when I find out that I'm not pg over with. How wrong I was! It turned so fast that I was stunned by it. And we're not talking about a faint pink line. It was nice and dark...probably half as dark as the control line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor DH. I did the test at 6 am. I think I scared him to death. He awoke from a dead sleep to my screaming. He had trouble waking up enough to grasp what was going on. Alas, when he did get it, we had a beautiful moment and just could not stop looking at the stick over and over and over again. It now sits on my bedside table right next to the photo of my embies. What a beautiful site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are stunned. We are thrilled. I wish DH didn't have to fly off this afternoon to go work. I wish he could stay here with me and bask in the glow of my pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep sending the good thoughts ladies. We need another 36 weeks of healthy pregnancy! Thank you so, so much for the support that you're sending me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-1932485582687019219?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/1932485582687019219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/clearly-i-am-not-psychic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1932485582687019219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1932485582687019219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/03/clearly-i-am-not-psychic.html' title='Clearly, I am not psychic....'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-5695142817829424402</id><published>2009-02-25T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:07:35.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Feeling It</title><content type='html'>I am so not feeling pg.  With my last two transfers I was right about: 1st time, not being pg and 2nd time, being pg.  I hope I'm wrong this time, but I'm just not feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside this evening to try to get the cat in and I could hear a neighbor child talking.  I just started crying.  It was such a sweet, sweet sound to my ears.  It made me ache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-5695142817829424402?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/5695142817829424402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-feeling-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5695142817829424402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5695142817829424402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-feeling-it.html' title='Not Feeling It'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7436730727067278274</id><published>2009-02-24T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:23:46.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah! I'm going home to sleep in my own bed and snuggle up with my sweet kitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling much. In fact, for most of yesterday I was convinced that nothin's cookin'. Then during the night I had some pains that have me wondering. It feels like the pains I'm having are in my left ovary, but I wonder if it just seems that way. My boobs are a little sensitive, but that could just be the progesterone. I don't want to get my hopes up on that point. Aaah, the fun, fun two week wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so ready to go home. It hit me on Sunday and I've just been so homesick since then. I really miss my cats and can't wait to get there to hug on them. I was teasing DH last night that I'm glad I have 2 days alone with the cats before he comes home on Thurs. My little kitty won't sleep in our bed when he's in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I will POAS on Sun morning before he heads out of town again. Telling your DH your pg on the telephone is not the most fun. Let's hope it's positive just for the sake of my sanity. A negative HPT could send me into a downward spiral. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't think too much about it. I'll change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the warmer weather of the beautiful South.....whoohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7436730727067278274?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7436730727067278274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7436730727067278274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7436730727067278274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-6541214044047659068</id><published>2009-02-20T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:09:19.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count is Final , the Deed is Done</title><content type='html'>Six!  There was one embie that looked as if it was going to arrest.  After a discussion with my dr wherein he assured me that the chances of HOM are less than 10% we settled on transferring all of the good looking embies.  They were all grades one and two;  described by the dr as "beautiful," "perfect," and, my personal favorite, "textbook." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a little breakdown b/c DH wasn't there with me.  It was early on during the waiting pd.  I did much better during the actual event.  I have to confess though, I did ask the nurse to hold my hand during the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for acupuncture after and DH met me in the city and we went for a really wonderful dinner.  After that, I did a little walking in the cold and wind.  Whacha gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned......it's just now getting good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should warn you.  I'm not a POAS girl.  I used to be, but got to the point that I just absolutely cannot face another negative HPT so I stay away from them.  I think I'd lose my mind if I saw another negative.  If I break on that point, you'll be the first to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-6541214044047659068?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/6541214044047659068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-is-final-deed-is-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6541214044047659068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6541214044047659068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-is-final-deed-is-done.html' title='The Count is Final , the Deed is Done'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2958354753158096597</id><published>2009-02-17T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:35:00.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 mature, 7 fertilized</title><content type='html'>Way to go little eggs and little sperm.  Mommy's so proud of you already!  Grow, grow, grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did talk to the nurse today about my fear of multiples.  She said that the dr will talk with me about it prior to the procedure on Thursday and only do what I'm comfortable with.  Whew!  Everything happens so fast at Cornell and it's such and assembly line that I was worried that there would be no room for negotiation the day of.  What really sucks is that DH will not be able to be there with me and I'm going to have to make the final call on my own.  That's okay, I'm a big girl.  I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2958354753158096597?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2958354753158096597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-mature-7-fertilized.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2958354753158096597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2958354753158096597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-mature-7-fertilized.html' title='7 mature, 7 fertilized'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-6744423383854159644</id><published>2009-02-16T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:06:37.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oocyte News</title><content type='html'>Quick update.  We got 7 eggs.  It's such a change from before that I think my mouth fell open when the dr told me.  We're really pleased with that number, but I was really expecting to hear something like 12 based on my history.  I'd like to not have to freeze any.  I suppose we may have to freeze a few.  In my age group the recommended number for transfer is 5 or6.  I about ran screaming out of the pre-op meeting when I read that.  We transferred 4 last time and had one attach.  You'd think it wouldn't scare me so much, but I just feel so healthy right now.  With the lower doses and all of the exercise I've gotten over the last 2 weeks around NYC, I'm feeling better than I have in a long time.   Also, the treatment is just so much better.  I just expect success -- ergo, I'm scared shitless of more than 2 attaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be naive.  I know the implantation rate for a 43 yo is really low, but damn, 5 or 6!  What if some split and I'm the next Octomom!!!!  I'm going to have to look closely at some statistics on this.  If I don't find a comfort level or make a plan to transfer fewer, I'm going to be the first woman in the history of IVF that refuses to open her legs for ET!  I can see it now...the staff will have to grab onto my thighs and try to pull them apart and I'll be squeezing like a good girl that found herself in the backseat of a car on a Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my fertilization results tomorrow b/t 10am and 1pm.  Check back in.  Thanks for the well wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-6744423383854159644?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/6744423383854159644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/oocyte-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6744423383854159644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/6744423383854159644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/oocyte-news.html' title='Oocyte News'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7826051652647053091</id><published>2009-02-15T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:23:19.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVF'/><title type='text'>Greetings from NYC</title><content type='html'>I triggered last night!!!! Whoohooooo!  I'm feeling great.  I cannot believe how easy this cycle has been on me.  I have had enough energy to enjoy the city and I haven't been uncomfortable.  With my other 2 stim cycles, I was exhausted and my ovaries were so big that I had difficulty walking.  I'm not kidding.  Both times, they grew to the size of grapefruit.  Holy crap it was uncomfortable.  And now I know, unnecessary  This treatment has been so much more gentle.  No wonder Cornell has such great success rates.  I told DH a few nights ago, "this is not IVF as we know it!"  No mood swings, no depression, no mandatory afternoon naps...what's going on here?  When I made that comment, I was in the process of mixing my drugs and DANCING to music on the tv.  WTF - I would have no more thought of dancing with my prior stim cycles than retrieving my own eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the story of now... I've got lots of nice follies and my uterus is 6.8 mm.  It's just all good all around.  I go in tomorrow early am for ER.  Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're staying in the city tonight and tomorrow, but we've been staying in NJ b/c DH is working there.  I've been commuting in daily for monitoring.  I've been getting up at 5 am every morning to commute in to be here by the 8:30 cut off for b/w &amp;amp; u/s.  It really hasn't been bad.  I come in and then I have the whole day to explore Manhattan.  I haven't spent too, too much on clothes shopping. :-)  I get pretty cheap when it comes to spending money on clothes and shoes so that slows me down.  If it's not marked down several times, I have to be totally in love with it to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it just occurred to me that I started this blog to bitch and right now I don't have a damn thing to bitch about.  I'm happy, healthy, and head-over-heals in love with my DH.  Here's hoping I'll soon be pg and I can maintain this happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the other side of egg retrieval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7826051652647053091?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7826051652647053091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/greetings-from-nyc.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7826051652647053091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7826051652647053091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/greetings-from-nyc.html' title='Greetings from NYC'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-3615322876493031003</id><published>2009-02-06T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:14:45.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>So I'm in NYC.  I went for my first monitoring appt this am and took my first shots tonight.  I was a big girl and did it without hesitating or pitching a fit or anything.  I squeaked into the cycle with an FSH of 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the city since Tuesday and I'm enjoying it so much that I haven't wanted to sit down and type.  Even now, I'm just rushing through so that I can get a good night's sleep.  I've got a big day tomorrow.  I've signed up for a photography workshop that I'm really looking forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now thanks for reading and for wishing me well.  I have some fun stuff to tell, but I've just got to wind down and get some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-3615322876493031003?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/3615322876493031003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3615322876493031003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/3615322876493031003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-1208030017859728758</id><published>2009-01-23T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:45:52.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVF'/><title type='text'>Feeling my way</title><content type='html'>Just wondering how much I want to reveal on this blog. I wanted to stay anonymous so that I would be able to bitch about my DH, family, DH's family (oh yeah) and friends IRL. However, I'm still feeling uncomfortable being nasty because I worry that I'll hurt somebody's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me a little crazy to put enough information out there that my birth date can be extrapolated. Having a D&amp;amp;C the day before my b'day was such an important part of my journey I didn't feel that I could skip over that little tidbit of information. Crap, did that birthday suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at the women that blog about their IF openly. You chicks are brave! I have told NO ONE about this blog. I don't want anyone I know looking for it. God forbid someone I actually know start following my blog. I'd feel so restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be interested to hear the thoughts of you veteran bloggers on this issue. I assume you become more comfortable and forthcoming as time goes by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-1208030017859728758?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/1208030017859728758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-my-way.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1208030017859728758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/1208030017859728758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-my-way.html' title='Feeling my way'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2574458858491860440</id><published>2009-01-21T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:44:52.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVF'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>How can you simultaneously want something so much and be so terribly afraid to do what you have to do to get that thing that you want so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, of course, "that thing" is a baby. What I have to do to get it is submit my body to the freakish science of IVF again. Logically, I know that this cycle will be easier on my body. Emotionally, I'm scared shitless. The fresh cycles with the OHSS were so hard on my body. The first FET the Lupron made me a crazy, psycho-bitch-shell of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath. I'm suppressing with BCP's there will be no Lupron. My stimulation drugs will be a fraction of what they were before. Even so, I've been fighting depression for the last week. Is it the impending cycle or is it the BCP's? I don't know if BCP's have ever caused me to be depressed. I was blissfully clueless about what was going on with my body when I was on BCP's in the past. Isn't it a joke that we ever did anything to keep from getting pg? Anyhoo, I'm scared. I'm nervous. I'm trying to talk myself through this. There's a part of me that wants to yell uncle, but what will that get me. Years of what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I didn't even touch on the fear of another loss. I'm going to go try to work and take my mind off of all of this for a little while. Fat chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2574458858491860440?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2574458858491860440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2574458858491860440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2574458858491860440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-5869165713090208775</id><published>2009-01-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:48:20.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Ladies</title><content type='html'>I'm so very touched by the warm welcome that I've received from you ladies in the Land of IF and Blogging.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-5869165713090208775?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/5869165713090208775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-ladies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5869165713090208775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/5869165713090208775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-ladies.html' title='Thanks Ladies'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2860921075469526556</id><published>2009-01-07T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:17:19.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVF'/><title type='text'>And we're off...</title><content type='html'>Got my period today.  Will start BCP's on Friday and then stimulation drugs with the next cycle.  I'm pretty excited now that it's real and underway.  The limbo of waiting for AF was just that: limbo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are sky high.  I'm feeling nothing but positive for the outcome of this cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in for testing and training on Monday.  This clinic requires that you take a class so that you can be indoctrinated into their way of doing things.  I suppose it's especially important to them for women like me who've been at another clinic for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we should be on for a transfer sometime around the 3rd week of February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-2860921075469526556?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/2860921075469526556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-were-off.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2860921075469526556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/2860921075469526556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off...'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7413203924789441878</id><published>2009-01-05T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:23:45.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVF'/><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>As of today, I'm officially back to yoga. I haven't gone regularly in such a long time. I think about a year. I tried a new studio and it went really well.  I had a strange and really moving experience. The yogi said that she likes to have theme for each class and that today's theme was joy. She asked us to think back to a time when we felt pure joy and to remember it; what we heard, saw, smelled, the feelings. Of course, the first thing that came to mind for me was finding out that I was pg. I can't think of a moment in my life that was more joyful than that. Sadly, it's just not really possible to only think about finding out that I was pg....that moved right on to thinking about losing the pg. I started crying right there in yoga. I didn't lose it full-on like I wanted to, but I just had a beautiful moment right there in that place. I took stock of the joy and the sadness. It's what I had intended to do on New Year's Eve, but I just never really felt it on New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I want to say about joy is how I lost it for so long and I'm glad that it's back. For so much of the time that I've been dealing with IF, I was completely unable to experience joy in anything. It was just utterly absent from my life. The pg changed that. The amazing thing is that even with the m/c, the capacity for joy did not leave me. I think it's because as horrible as that loss was, for me, it was not as bad as all those stupid, hiddeous negatives. After having been pg, I suddenly was able to find hope where there had been none. Apparently, hope is the precurser to joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy. I intend to have a great deal more of it in this lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7413203924789441878?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7413203924789441878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7413203924789441878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7413203924789441878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-7435153868660108996</id><published>2009-01-04T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:14:35.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVF'/><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Ugh! I've got too much crap rolling around in my head. How long will it take to purge some of the frustration and clutter to get to the girl I know is in there. I used to be clever and funny. That was before I met my new friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lupron&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, what a good, good friend indeed. HA! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lupron&lt;/span&gt; is a traitor to my body. Thank goodness I get to cycle without it this time. It was too easy. My old RE always said that you couldn't do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt; without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lupron&lt;/span&gt;. My new one....I just mentioned what a horrifically difficult time I had on the drug and he says, "Okay, we'll just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BCP's&lt;/span&gt;!" It was so easy. I really credit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lupron&lt;/span&gt; with the failure of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FET&lt;/span&gt;#1. I was such a complete mess. No living being was going to be attaching itself to that crazy woman's uterus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lump on a log today. I had 3 glasses of wine last night and it gave me a bit of a hangover. Sad really, isn't it? When you go 3 years without alcohol, that's what happens. It actually doesn't even take 3 glasses. I get a headache after only 2 glasses of wine these days. The quest for baby had changed me in so many ways that I'll probably be realizing new ones for the next 30 years. So today I hung out on the couch with my cats. Not a bad way to spend a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4 am with the anxiety of a new cycle bouncing around in my head. I want to do it. I'm scared to do it. I'm scared not to do it. Hell, it appears that I'm just scared. Every time we get close I start getting really afraid of actually having a baby. Even while I was pregnant, I was terrified of the actuality of it. I suppose every pg woman is. You'd think that weeks of poking yourself with needles and loading your body full on hormones would prepare you. I mean really, you're doing all of this to get pg! Then you are and OH SHIT! It's the happiest, most wonderful, most terrifying thing that can ever happen to a human. Oh, my goodness! That phone call when I found out that I was pg. That's what I need to be thinking about now; while I'm nervous about cycling. The pure unadulterated happiness that I felt for the 4 weeks that I knew that my body was growing a sweet, precious baby. Oh, it ended too, too soon, but it was the sweetest time of my life. I wouldn't give up that experience for anything. Even though I miscarried, it made all of the pain and suffering worth it. And it shall be worth it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen: I am going to do another fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt; cycle. And I will not fear (okay, I will, but I won't let it slow me down). Aunt Flow, please come for a visit so that I may get this show on the road!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178976491253469778-7435153868660108996?l=iamwombded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/feeds/7435153868660108996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7435153868660108996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178976491253469778/posts/default/7435153868660108996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwombded.blogspot.com/2009/01/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Wombded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12774152022821286259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqPX7VY2zc/SWE6psh6TKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMmaGKAYreM/S220/ch11_7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178976491253469778.post-2707344563001115356</id><published>2009-01-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:37:58.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVF'/><title type='text'>Here I go....</title><content type='html'>If I don't get some of this pent up angst out, I'm going to blow. Hello blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year and I should be hopeful, but I'm not. Not really. I'm trying to be. After 3 failed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;IVF &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;attempts, our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; led to a pregnancy in August '08. Sadly, it ended in miscarriage at 8 weeks. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;, but now it seems so incredibly distant. Almost like it happened so someone else. Now we're off to cycle again at Cornell. The doctor is hopeful, my husband is hopeful, everyone is expecting a positive outcome. Why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm numb to all things related to my fertility, or lack thereof, just now. What is going on? When I found out at Christmas that my nephew's wife is pg with their 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; child, I was only mildly upset about it. What happened to the days of distress and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gnashing&lt;/span&gt; of teeth that used to go along with a pg announcement. I had become so accustomed to bein&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;g that woman that I feel disoriented now. I was comfortable in my bitter infertile woman role. Being infertile and non-violent feels very foreign and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go....I have to find out who I am....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note about the blog title, Wombded. After a particulary dreadful hysteroscopy and D&amp;amp;C last spring, I was inconsolable. The news about my uterus was all bad and the RE gave us very little hope of future success. I was in a great amount of pain.  My womb was wounded. As I was being wheeled to the car in my foggy state of recovery, the only thing that kept running through my mind was "I'm wombded." 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