Sitcoms make me cry

You know, the “very special episode” of Growing Pains or Who’s the Boss. Yeah, yeah I’m dating myself. I already told you I’m 40 so who’s surprised? Anyway, that’s not the sitcom I mean.

Stop reading if you don’t want How I Met Your Mother spoilers.

How I Met Your Mother is one of my favorite sitcoms on television right now. It’s funny and has wonderful actors. Last night’s episode had me in tears. I knew what was happening. The first time Lily threw up I turned to Mr. Pithecus and said, “She’s pregnant.” Every time she hurled, “They’re going to have her be pregnant.”

Yet when she came into the room to announce to Marshall that she was, indeed, pregnant. I felt like I was slapped in the face. “I hate everyone.” And I cried.

When you can’t get pregnant, and it seems everyone around you is, (no really, my best friend, my sister-in-law and most recently, my only confidant I was able to say the awful things that come to mind when yet another friend tells me they are pregnant, which I can no longer say to her, or anyone now), even sitcoms remind you of how you are not pregnant. Because in these sitcoms (or even dramas) no matter what the problem is, they end up with a baby anyway.

If you watch the show, you will remember that they “couldn’t” get pregnant, and they had been trying for THREE WHOLE MONTHS. Of course, I expect the “We just stopped trying and it happened!” crap.

On Friends, Monica couldn’t have a baby, but found a random chick willing to give her and Chandler her unborn child. Turned out to be twins. Also on Friends, Phoebe had babies for her brother and his wife. All as easy as pie.

On Rules of Engagement, apparently her inability to get knocked up was a uterus thing and not an egg thing so all they had to do was take her eggs and mix em with his sperm and stick em in their willing lesbian surrogate. Easy peasy.

I get it. Infertility isn’t funny. No one wants to see a woman devastated every single day. The reality is, lots of women don’t get to tie everything up in that neat little bow. Fertility treatments suck. You get pumped full of hormones, stuck with a needle every damn day, blood tests and internal ultrasounds every 3 or so days. Not to mention all the money and time and emotional stress.

I would also like to point out that most of the stuff I describe above is done for surrogate (and donor egg) stuff too. The surrogate/donor and your cycle has to be brought together by pumping in hormones and the one who is having the eggs retrieved has to get the stim shots. Also, the ease in which these people find women willing to carry and give birth to a child for them is ridiculous. That is asking a lot of someone. Carrying and birthing a child changes and can damage one’s body irreparably.

Not to mention the money involved in all of this. My husband and I are lucky enough to have great insurance and the ability to cover stuff that isn’t covered. Not many are as lucky. IVFs (which I may never be a candidate for, being a very poor responder) run $12,000-$20,000. Each time. Donor eggs? Around $40,000. Adoption?? Over the course of the whole thing could run $30,000 to $50,000+. Just adopt, my ass.

 

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A Little Whimsy

One of the things I do to keep a little whimsy in my life is fun and sometimes outrageous fingernails. I really enjoy trying the latest nail design technique and specialty polish. So here is a picture of my current manicure.

gradient nails

Gradient Nails

The picture isn’t the best (webcam with weird monitor flash), but it shows the gist of it.

As I was doing this one, I was already thinking what my next one would be. It’s so fun.

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Just a little vent

To all those women out there complaining that they didn’t get anything for Mother’s Day… Shut. Up. You are a mother. Do you know how many women would never ask for another present again, not just Mother’s Day, if they could only have a child? Probably at least one of the people you are complaining to.

One in six.

It’s estimated that one out of every six couples (unfortunately I can’t find stats on single women trying to have a child) will have problems with fertility. Do you know six women? How many women have you complained to about not getting a present for Mother’s Day? How many of them had to go home and cry because they fear they will never be a mother. Suck it up. You’re the lucky one.

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Cycle Day 9

(I wrote this on 5/9/11)

Just got back from an ultrasound and blood work.

I wasn’t expecting to go in today. When I woke up I tested my LH levels. LH is luteinizing hormone, which is the hormone that “surges” to tell your ovaries to release an egg. The trigger shot I mentioned in the last entry contains human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG), which mimics the body’s natural LH (people are also using that for some weird fad dieting crap which seems crazy and ridiculous).

The test revealed a surge. Because Mr Pithecus and I had opted for a natural cycle this time (no injections) we needed to see what was going on so they had me come in right after I called them. If we had been on stims (the injections to stimulate follicle growth), we would have been monitoring the follicle size more closely, but since we weren’t I had to go in for stuff. It wasn’t horrible news, but it wasn’t good news.

My day 2 ultrasound showed 4 antral follicles. This sort-of means that I had 4 chances to grow a follicle and get an egg. This was amazing news as I almost never had more than one (low ovarian reserve, poor responder etc etc). Today I had one follicle that was 8mm. Technically still an antral follicle if you go by size, though it seems this cycle, it is my dominant one because the others are no longer there. Though, we can’t know anything for sure until my blood work comes back (later today). They will be testing my FSH, LH and estrogen (and one more that I don’t remember), to see what it is my body is actually doing. It could be a little cyst that needs to go away or it could be something viable.

Since I am writing this entry ahead of time, you will not have to wait for those answers as I will add them once I get the call and before I publish this (probably tomorrow 5/10).

Mr P and I have decided that no matter what the news is (viable follicle, cyst, alien life form…) that we will continue this cycle with no stims. We have also decided that we will dive right back into the fray next cycle with estrogen priming (I have no idea, it would be a new protocol for me) and stimming.

A few hours later…

The Dr. called and basically said what I expected. Looks like a slow cycle, or nothing really happening. That Mr. P and I should start having regular intercourse. A lot of fertility sites use the acronym BDing or “baby dancing”. I think this is the most childish, inane way to say having sex. The doctor told us to have intercourse (really, how hard is that to say?) daily (lucky Mr P) and then go for progesterone levels in 7 days. Basically my LH “surge” was a false surge. Because of my age and high FSH, crap like this happens. Some cycles I get a positive surge for the entire cycle.

She is going to put the order in for whatever hormones and drugs I will need for the next cycle though. I have to do some lame mail order pharmacy thing through my insurance and though most of the time I can get the stuff overnight if I need to, I stress out so much about it I asked if we could just order it all now so we would have it right when we needed it.

So far, in these two entries, I have talked about the clinical crap that Mr P and I are going through. I haven’t even touched on the mental and emotional bits. It’s difficult to open up about things like that. Talking to Mr. P, my sister and very few others, I can be myself. I can admit the horrible thoughts I have and the desperation and pain I feel on every level. People who are passing friends or acquaintances may not understand. It took me some time to not be horrified by the things I would think and say dealing with the day to day issues of infertility.  I’ve come to find they are normal and hopefully, when I share them here, someone else will be relieved to find out that the horrible things they are ashamed of thinking are completely normal and there is no need to beat yourself up even more for thinking them. We already suffer enough.

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All good stories start after the beginning…

…and end before the end. This is something a screenwriting teacher told me, years ago. So, I am beginning after we have begun and we’ll just wait and see where I end.

I haven’t written here for almost two years. Some of it was due to lack of desire and some was due to things being a little too depressing/personal to put out there for all to read. I began to realize that I was constantly searching for people with similar experiences and problems, and there are very few out there with my issues. Generally, there are a lot of people going through the same thing, but when I get down to more specific problems and experiences, not so many. I thought if I shared my story, then maybe I could help someone out there who is searching.

I had started to share things on a private journal that only my closest friends could see and I felt judged there. So I stopped. The thing is, I know I will be judged even more here, strangers on the internet feel empowered to say things that are just outright cruel, and intended to be so. I figure it’s easier to ignore the meanness of strangers than the cruelty of friends.

So here it is: Mr Pithecus and I have been trying to get pregnant for a couple years now. At first, just by charting and timing. For the last 8 months we have been seeing a fertility and reproductive specialist.

I am 40 years old and going through “menopause transition” or what most people know as peri-menopause. The first time I was tested, I had an FSH of 98. FSH stands for Follicle Stimulating Hormone. A young, healthy woman should have an FSH level under 10. Basically, this is the hormone that tells your ovaries to stimulate follicles to produce an egg. Mine is high because my egg quality/reserve is so low/bad that the hormone is basically putting the pedal to the metal to try and crank one out.

Luckily for me, I am still having regular cycles, with the exception of maybe twice a year I skip a cycle. Also lucky for me that my RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist) would even treat me. Lots of women with an FSH level above a 12 get turned away from fertility clinics, or told their only hope to get pregnant is donor eggs.

I also have what is called a luteal phase defect.

What is a luteal phase defect? Well the luteal phase is the 14 days after ovulation. If an egg is fertilized it can take anywhere from 5 – 12 days to implant. My luteal phase is only 10 days naturally. This means that even if I have a fertilized egg, the chances of implantation drop because I will begin my menses early, possibly before the fertilized egg has a chance to implant.

So, I get internal ultrasounds, and blood work every 3 days during the first part of my cycle. Mr. Pithecus has to give me a shot in the stomach every day (some cycles twice a day) to try and grow the follicle(s). If there is a viable follicle, I get a trigger shot (forces ovulation – and those one hurt a lot) and then I have to use vaginal progesterone suppositories 2 – 3 times a day, depending on which one I use (gel or chalky pill thing). I am also now getting acupuncture, taking herbs and supplements and have been recently been diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis and vitamin D deficiency.

Now that I have all that out of the way, I need to add just a bit more.

I am an atheist.

I’m not normally so “out” about it but I am telling you this for a few reasons. I do not want anyone to tell me they are praying for me. I do not believe that “god has a plan” and I do not believe that anything, least of all my infertility, was “meant to be”. If you have the urge to comment with any of these things, please, just take my blog off your reading list and don’t come back. And, if you are one of those that would say that my not believing in god is what is causing my infertility, that I am being punished… I don’t even know what to say to you.

And don’t worry, I will still be crafting and cooking and posting here about all that. Writing things down here is part of me trying to take my life back (more on that later).

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Coming back soon

Life gets away from you…

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What happens in Vegas

…doesn’t stay in Vegas. Especially if you don’t do anything that needs to be kept secret.

Mr. Pithecus and I headed out to Vegas Friday morning. We took the mega scenic route heading down the 40 and then off of that and onto National Old Trails Highway, or as most of you know it:

(Some of these pictures were taken with my cellphone so they look a bit more grainy – please forgive me)
Our first stop was Ludlow, CA (I forgot to get off the 40 earlier so we missed Bagdad Cafe and a couple other things BAH!)

The old garage – certainly not used anymore:

I wonder what this used to be

Our next stop was Siberia, CA (at least I think it was – the standing ruins were removed years ago). Not much left of it but for the cement.


Apparently, a pastime for locals (I assume) seems to be to come out to this place and shoot stuff

There was more evidence of this, including shot up, rusted tin cans, used shotgun shells and

Then we were off to Amboy and Amboy Crater

View from the visitor center

The signs point the way

Getting closer

Lizards!

Wait. Did that say we had only walked 1/4 of a mile? It seemed like so much further. Maybe the weather had something to do with that?

At least we got good mileage.

Some more info on the trail

Here is where I felt we should turn around because our water was half gone and I feared my sunscreen was giving out!

We walked back to the visitor center, signed the guest log and, after pouring water over my head and pressing ice against my neck (I was HAWT) while eating an apple, we headed off.

Not far from Amboy Crater is Roy’s Cafe. It’s history is here.

We didn’t stop in though it looked like business was good. I’m sure we could have had fries (places like this don’t usually have vegan options!), but we were still soooooo exhausted from the Amboy hike that we just wanted to get on the road.

That ended in less than a minute when Mr. Pithecus slammed on the brakes and pulled over shortly after was pulled out of Roy’s parking lot.
SHOE TREE!!

All the rest of the on the road photos were taken by Mr. Pithecus and/or were just too boring and crappy (not that these are riveting and works of art, but you get what I mean).

The reason we headed to Vegas is a friend was having a bachelorette party there. I begged out of the first night because when we got to Vegas all I wanted to do was sleep. We did go down and buy one of them tall-ass frozen drinks, lost $40 in the slots (“the sluts”) and crashed.

We lazed about a bit on Saturday, I passed on the girly dinner at the seafood buffet, but met up with the ladies for… Chippendales. Yes. You read that correctly. And here is evidence. You can’t miss me. Really.

Then Mr. Pithecus and I drank too much (refills on them tall frozen things were nummy!) and lost more money.

Then on Sunday, we went to the Luxor to see the Bodies exhibit. It was very interesting. We enjoyed it.

Then that evening we got discount tickets to…

Woooo!!
There was the Penn & Teller Envelope Signing and Box Viewing Extravaganza where they invited the audience up to look at the box on stage (Teller popped out of it at the beginning of the show) and to sign an envelope (used later in the show).

Then after the show, the guys hang out and sign things and let you take pictures

The line for Penn was just too long and someone farted in the lobby area so we got out of there pretty quickly (after Mr. Pithecus purchased his metal. pocket sized Bill of Rights).

Monday we put some money down on Roulette for the Mr’s brother (it lost) and we headed home.

On the way home we passed the World’s Largest Thermometer, but we just wanted to get home so we didn’t pull off the 15.

It was 97 degrees when we passed it.

When we got home we crashed. We love road trips, but they do take a lot out of you. The Mr. drives most (all) of the time so it’s more rough on him.

I will do an entry on the yummy vegan food we discovered and enjoyed soon. Two words: Vegan Donuts!!!!!!

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RIP Denver

Our little rattie furbaby, Denver, died yesterday in my arms. We’ll miss him terribly.

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Earth Day is coming (rant)

So, apparently Earth Day is coming. Do you know how I know this? The glut of ‘eco-friendly’ wedding posts in an old wedding community I used to frequent during planning, but now go back every now and then to look at pretty dresses.

Reminders of how to have a ‘green’ wedding go from corn based disposable plates and cups to recycled paper invites. People seem to have some sort of ‘I’m soooo much greener than you’ thing going on. It pissed me off last year and it still does.

CORN? Yeah, lets give Monsanto more money by using even more of our valuable land to grow yet more of their GMO corn that is not meant for food. Not to mention the boatload of chemicals used in making corn products. Sustainable? Sure. Eco friendly? Not particularly.

People don’t seem to understand that ‘sustainable’ and ‘eco-friendly’ (or whatever you wat to call it) do not mean the same thing. Leather is a sustainable product. Leather is NOT an eco friendly product.

I want to yell at these people, “If you are so concerned about the environment, don’t serve meat at your wedding!” but we all know how that would go over.

The best thing you can do for the environment is to stop consuming animal products. It is not knitting with bamboo yarn (again, sustainable but not eco-friendly), it is not using corn plates and it is most certainly not buying into this whole “green” label.

I agree that every little thing counts. Yes, use recycled paper for your invites! Use live, potted plants for your centerpieces (a friend of mine is doing succulents!). Do as much or as little as you want to make your wedding what you want, but please, don’t brag about how ‘green’ you are and then talk about your menu of steak, chicken or fish. Hell, serve a whole cow and pig on a spit (not that I condone this), but don’t tell me how green your wedding is because you had DIY seat covers.

I like to educate about a vegan lifestyle. If people ask, I’ll talk to them about it. I don’t like to be pushy about it. I certainly dont like being proselytized to, so I don’t do it to others. But if someone asks me how they can be more ‘green’ I am going to tell them to cut down their consumption of animal products. Cutting them out all together is better, of course, but baby steps are good.

I’m not the most environmentally conscious person out there. Far from it. I went vegetarian because I love animals. I had rats for pets and loved them like crazy for crying out loud, how could I justify eating a pig or cow? When I met Mr. Pithecus, he was vegetarian as well, though for environmental reasons. Our decision to go vegan was based on both.

I am not saying we are better than those that eat meat, but don’t try and get into a ‘green’ pissing contest with us. I am not saying don’t bother with the recycled stuff if you are still going to eat meat. Just don’t be all righteous about your recycled toilet paper while chowing down on a plate o’ ribs.

I know I have a lot of meat eater friends who read this blog. I hope I don’t offend them with this rant. Most of you don’t buy into the whole ‘look how green I am’ thing anyway. You all have brains.

Now I have to go make some non organic coffee in my department store bought french press and drink it from my commercially bought mug on my non-eco friendly couch while watching my giant, ungreen TV.

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New Camera!!

Woo! I got a new camera. This one to be exact. I had some fun… (click through to see full details)

Onion bag

Color select mode. I had fun with this, but Mr. Pithecus actually took this pic.
purple

This is one of my favorite. It’s the croissants from lunch at the Pithecus-in-laws.
bread

Some easter candies
coconut

Vegan “Cadbury” creme eggs (my sister-in-law calls ‘em Cadbury Veggs) made by me. I used Bryanna’s recipe (search for ‘creme’ to find it)
creme egg

Pretty flower
flower

The in-laws’ puppy dog (no bigger click through on this one)
maggie

And last but not least, a little collage made on Picnik of my favorite veggie, brussel sprouts!
brussel sprouts

I love my new camera!!!

I also just ordered this (click through to go to site):
Namaste Eggplant Zuma

Also, I will be working on re-vamping this site as soon as I figure out some stuff.  I’m totally not as web savvy as I used to be.

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