Full Disclosure

I have been debating on updating or just letting Familyoftwo fade away.

The truth of the matter is the blog has come full circle.  I came to word press as a way to grieve Aaron, and grieve I did.  Yet a new adventure is about to unfold and it isn’t right to share it here.  This blog, and my life changed after loosing him.  Life was no longer obsessively concerned with conceiving.  Even when we tried it wasn’t shared here.  You guys weren’t privy to the shots, or the let down when once again AF started up at 10 days post ovulation despite having an E2 of over 1500.  Life went on and so did I.  We talked about Cricut projects, and my unstable mother in law (whom incidentally we haven’t seen in six weeks), or my psycho mother-who recently apologized for being a bad parent.  Life is eventful, but not in teh way we all come to expect but that is about to change.

Earlier this month I consulted with the last RE in the area.  The RE who is affiliated with my place of employment,the RE whom two different gynecologists highly recommended, the RE whom I recommended to an “invisible” friend who now has gone through 3 miscarriages, and has one child thanks to his help while I sit here with none.  During my consult all of my preconceived fears came true.  I was met not by him, but by another doctor who took my history, and only met with him for all of 15 minutes while he reviewed my history, ordered some tests, and demanded that Dr. T’s office send my history from their office.  The next day I walked back in on cycle day 3 and was probed by “an angry ultrasound tech”  after being poked in the vein so that they could aquire my blood.

Ten days later I walked back in and had an emotional break down that caused the RE to question my sanity I am sure.  After he preformed my first ever saline ultrasound he asked me the question of the hour, “how are YOU handling all of this?”  Not, lets jump right into IVF because that is what I am trained to say but rather he wanted to know how I was feeling.  I waked out and called the social worker he recommended and cried my way home.  That night I talked to Jacob and told him I was not scared to try again, but scared of becoming pregnant again and I wasn’t sure if I could proceed as planned.  The next day, I walked back into the same hospital with a sense of calm yet with no real direction.  Even so I underwent my fourth HSG in 8 years.  Before we began however the doctor sat and held my hand as I told him about Jacob’s and my conversation.  He told me that I was wise, and that we would go slow, but it feels like we are moving full speed ahead.  And yes, most of my fears about the baby corral have been quelled.

Bottom line:

FSH 7.6, I have the ovaries of a 30 year old.  Prolactin 15.9 (down from 30.6).  I am HIV, and STD negative.  I am Rubella positive which means I do not have to worry about the German Measles should I become pergnant or not pregnant.   My ultrasound showed 30 antral follicles on CD 3, which is high for a “normal” woman but to be expected for a woman with PCOS, which is why we over stimulate on even the lowest of Follistim doses.   The HSG shows patency and a clear path.  My Saline Ultrasound however showed a problem.  On the left posterier wall I have a growth and a gross thickening of my uterus below it.  If you remember my GYN said that my uterus “felt enlarged” when she saw me in September.  Speculation is that while the polyp was noted during my hysteroscopy in February of last year, it was not removed and could have been the cause of my miscarriage though that can’t be confirmed.  Ironically, had Dr. T been willing to do a D&C in May this would have been a mute issue, and my chemical pregnancy in August may have been a “real” pregnancy as well but we shall never know.

At any rate, I have to have another surgery.  This time its a polypectomy, a D&C, and a hysteroscopy.  The remenents will be sent out for pathology to test, but we do not forsee any issues.  However he did say that women with PCOS have a higher risk of problems from these growths than a woman without.

We come full circle now.  My surgery was orignally offered for February 12th, but that gave me too great a risk of having a March 10th cycle, and thus if I do become pregnant another December 15th due date.  The plan after the surgery providing that the pathology is A-Ok is to try again.  The RE feels that given the labs, and the patentcy equals a good chance of pregnancy on my own (with help from injections), but I want to wait until afterwards until we decide…even so…I need to step away from the key board in this particular venue.  I do have an all infertility all the time blog…but to keep both is dishonest.

Thanks to everyone who was with me through two RE’s, a failed pregnancy, my mother in laws antics, and my many many many cycles of PMS and rage.  I will keep up with everyones blogs, and will comment, so your not rid of me.  I just feel that this blog has come full circle.

5+5+5+5 = 201

200thepisodeI missed my 200th post!  That is monumental and yet instead of shouting from the roof tops that I had hit post #200 and still had some readers to boot I wrote about operating systems, and bum power cords!  To say that this blog has changed its pace is a total understatement.

The above explains the 201 in the title, as this is my 201st post.

The 5+5+5+5 is not in regard to Subw@y’s $5 footlongs.

No, its in regard to the insulin dose that finally seems to be working.  My endocrinologist is slowly coming to realize that I am not placated by trial and error, but she is at least a good sport about it.   I also realize that I never did fully explain the reason behind poking myself 4 times a day in both the belly and what ever finger happens to be the unlucky sport at any given time of the day.

My old endocrinologist was satisfied enough with my over all glucose levels however the new endocrinologist as well as myself was not.  As I mentioned before my A1C was climbing.  Under ordinary circumstances the first course of treatment would have been to add a secondary oral to my current oral regime.  Those would have been Glyburide, Actos, or Avandia.  The endocrinologist was not comfortable prescribing those to a woman of child bearing age so that gave us two options.  Do nothing, and continue with an OK A1C, for after all I was below 7.0, or to put me on a low dose of insulin.  We originally discussed a low dose after breakfast, lunch, dinner and then at bed but first she wanted me to check my levels and we would re-evaluate.  Of course in doing so we discovered a pattern, and that pattern was that I didn’t have a pattern.  For no reason other than the sky is blue and the grass is green I would go from 200+ before a meal to normal 2 hours after a meal, and back again.  Hence the decision for low and slow.

When that didn’t work I called the nurses line and requested that Dr. T call me back.  As before she did so almost immediately, half expecting me to tell her that I had bottomed out.  She wanted me to continue on the same regime only with an increase at bed time, where as I demanded that we try the original protocal.  She relented, and with a little tweaking we found what works.  5 at breakfast, 5 at lunch, 5 at dinner, and 5 at bed.  That dose keeps me at roughly 100 give or take 10-20 points.  In other words perfect.

Someone asked how I felt about going on it.  I am ambivilent.  As the endocrinologist pointed out, I am of child bearing age–and given that I have recently achieved a pregnancy why risk being on a drug that would put another at higher risk.  This wasn’t the deciding factor in my decision to do it, but given that we aren’t preventing a pregnancy at this time it makes sense not to rock an already precariously placed boat.  I figure that within the year if I am not pregnant again that we will be preventing it, and at that time we can always switch to one of the orals that was above mentioned.

Viva LasVista…

Jacob purchased Vista for his computer and loves it, so he decided my laptop needed it as well.  Of course this was not a good week for my laptop.

laptopcordOn Wednesday night I came home and turned on my little companion while dinner was being made.  Despite being plugged into the wall my battery icon was flashing and my screen was dull.  I checked for the little blue light by the plug and it was absent.  Maybe the wall socket had burned out?  Alas, that wasn’t it because the end tables light was on.  I tried another wall socket, and nothing.  Having had two lap tops I have two plugs, so I tried the other one and alas we had success.  Of course the part of the plug that was bad on the original plug is also on its last legs on my second plug.

I know this isn’t making sense so let me explain.  HP has a dual plug that breaks away.  The part that plugs into the wall is connected by a cord to a box.  Then there is a second part that is just cord that plugs into the box.  The original plugs box was bad, and the second plugs top cord was bad due to frayed wires.  So even though I had 2 plugs with 4 parts the parts that I needed to make 1 good plug were all bad.  So I ordered a replacement from Am@zon and it arrived today.  Talk about service!

As soon as the plug arrived Jacob let me play for a few moments to make sure everthing was copasetic.  As soon as this was confirmed and I began to make bread he decided that it was time to load Vist@ in my laptop.  Of course I am going from the professional version of XP (he had an unregistered copy that we used when my hard drive died) to Vist@ Home Premium.  As a result Vist@ knocked out EVERYTHING in my laptop.  All of my pictures, gone.  All of my Sims2 games, which I gave to Alex since 3 is coming out next month, gone, Fire F-o-x GONE.  Along with the fox went my favorites.  So if you want me to read your blog you will have to post a comment.  Otherwise I can’t get to you.  I do not follow blogs like most do.  I do not use google reader, or what ever word press uses.  I simply read based on comments.  So no comment, no knowledge that you exist.  So this is a good opportunity…if you don’t want me to read you any longer don’t comment.  However if my charm and witt amuse you then I encourage you to comment.

Otherwise, Viva LasVista!

My Current Attempt At Creativity

I bought this vinyl long before my Cricut even arrived.  Yet today was the first time that I pulled it out from under the bed.

The color doesn’t really do it for me, so I am thinking that I may end up pulling it down and starting over if I can find a color that better suits.  Unless of course Jacob comes home and adores it.  Rumor has it that you can use Contact Paper in the same manner.  I have also found a web site that sells more than just your standard kitchen colors of the stuff.  So if Jacob hates it I may go that route next.

My other project in vinal that I really want to do is to cover the bulk head that runs from the living room the dining room with a bible verse that speaks to me.  Anyone have any favorites that they would like to share?  Nothing super long, but nothing really short.  The Lord is my shepard Psalm for example would be too long, but not John 3:16; For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whomever shall believe in him shall not perish but have ever last life.  That would be the perfect length.  I am thinking something that relates to wants vs needs, or something pertaining to the sanctuary of marriage.  I don’t know…I need some ideas.

I also want to know what you think of the wall.  Love it?  Hate it?  Susan what the heck were you thinking thats tacky?  Honesty people thats what I’m going for here.  I don’t want to start covering my walls in lettering if it looks completely stupid and out of place.

lastnameonly This is how it started, and then I realized it looks too bare…so I decided to get super creative.  Then of course I couldn’t help but think…”and theres room for more if we need it”  Ugh…allnamesand a further away shot allnames2

If I Can’t Have A Kid, I’m At Least…

exercise-your-heart-attack-risk-away-afGonna get fit again…

I have decided after looking in the mirror several times over that I am getting down right frumpy looking.  My love handles are more like love railing now.  I swear, the little old ladies who can’t get in and out of the bathtub without assistance could grab onto one of these puppies and could lift themselves out with ease.  Sadly, I have no one to blame but myself.  After all a pocket full of Jelly Belly’s a night really doesn’t help with ones blood sugar or their pentiant for gaining copious amounts of fat. 

This is all my fault.  I have no one to blame for this.  No one held a gun to my head and said “Eat that Ben and Jerry’s”  Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years did not come at a time that was unanticipated nor unannounced.  They weren’t just there one day requiring us to eat pounds and pounds of pumpkin pie, turkey, ice cream and cookies at a time when we normally wouldn’t have.

No, my weight gain and frumpiness are from shear laziness.

At this time last year I joined the gym…again.  I joined the gym…again because I just knew that my new RE would say “if you would loose X number of pounds it would be so much easier for you to get pregnant”  So I dutifully got in my car and drove to the gym every other night, and one weekend morning every week.  I took the week of my surgery off, but as soon as I got the all clear I was back in the recumbant bikes saddle.  During my injectable cycle I dutifully went even though I was bloated and sore.  Once I got pregnant I was told “wait until you make sure everything is OK before you go back”  and that was the last time I was there. 

Now 9 months later I have gained back all the weight I lost last year, and then some.  Only what is worse is I no longer have to drive 20 minutes to the gym.  I could simply throw on my shoes and jogging pants and hit the steps that take me from the top of the hill to the bottom.  How much easier could it be?

Here I am complaining about my glucose level, and yet I did so while sitting on my couch, television on and wondering…”why can’t things be different?”

I refuse to be the one who will need 8 pallbearers at my funeral.  So if I can’t have kids, I am at least going be fit!