It’s The Weeke-e-e-e-e-nd Baby!

Not a moment too soon, either! This week has dragged on for, like, eons! Luckily there are loads of good blogs to while away the afternoon. I think I need a cup of tea…. just a sec…

There! That’s better! Now I can think straight. After a week from hell on Clo.mid and Oestrogen(I really pity all the IVF’ers on the injections), I need a break. I fired a couple of my customers, argued politics with Debs, almost bit DH’s head right off last night for being half an hour late last night…. (half an hour for goodness’ sake!) I’m losing it I tell ya! Friday could not have come sooner. I just want to get back to my normal, calm, happy-go-lucky self. Then on Monday it’s back to Giant Country to visit my BFG. (CD 12 scan, Pregnyl) Wish me luck.

On a slightly sadder note:

I am so sorry to hear of Steph’s BFN – it’s the thing we all fear the most. When I read Steph’s short, heartbreaking post this morning, all the familiar feelings came flooding back. We do feel each others’ pain. I also remembered how much better I felt, though, when the comments started coming in. All the encouraging words, the sincere and heartfelt comments were like a mother who scoops her wounded child into her arms and coo’s “There there, little one. It will be alright.”

The child is still wounded, but the comfort of it’s mothers words bring about a sense of healing. Days pass, the wounds begin to heal, and hope flickers into life again. Steph, it will be alright. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but very, very soon. And when you have the strength to get up and try again, we will be right alongside you.

As my Debs said to me in my darkest hour, “Today we allow our hearts to break. Tomorrow, we do whatever we can to make things right.”


Good times..

Apparently we are only ten people away from knowing everyone on earth. Don’t ask where this theory comes from, but I kinda believe it.
You know what it’s like, you bump into so and so, who happens to know so and so, and his brother’s girlfriends stepmother is somehow linked to you, and a really famous person, or someone you knew from way back?
Well, that happened to me yesterday. I am sitting in the Doc’s rooms, waiting for my CD5 scan, when a pretty young blond comes flitting in. I have seen her there before, and heard via the grapevine that she was engaged to the Doc. Let me put you in the picture: Doc is, I would say, roughly 50 years old – no oil painting, if you catch my drift. He reminds me a bit of the B.F.G. (Big Friendly Giant) by Roald Dahl. He’s a gentle soul, really. Pretty Blond Girl is about 29 years old. Very blond, VERY pretty, vivacious and out there. Anyhoo..
We get chatting, and it turns out that she went to the same nursery school and primary school as me, only a year below me. She also went to the same high school and dance school as my sister.
Anyway, after a couple of pleasantries, I pay my bill and leave the Doc’s rooms. As I am going into the pharmacy down the road, the phone rings, and it is PBGirl (Pretty Blond Girl). She wants to invite me around to her and the Doc’s house for a party!
Picture the scene: Me, my Dear Husband, PBGirl and Doc standing awkwardly around the punch bowl and finger snacks.
Good times, good times, making memories…. NOT!

Moving along… the reason for my visit yesterday was for my CD 5 scan. Yes, my second IUI is well underway. My ovaries are looking fab, according to Doc. He was so sweet, I was telling him how I fell to pieces last week and how disappointed I was. He smiled at me sympathetically and said ” I am also very disappointed. I really thought it would happen for you. Don’t worry, it will happen soon.” What a sweet man, my BFG. Good name actually. My BFG. We scanned for cysts, and there was not one to be found. So I am in supreme condition for IUI #2. Started on Clomid (75), and 2g’s of Estropause. Estropause is a hormone replacement therapy for women who have reached menopause. (that made me feel good about myself!) Apparently it is also widely used in Fertility Treatment to thicken uterine lining, as Clomid can thin the lining. All I can say about Clomid is: eeeeeeevil. Eeeeeevil I tell you, and it is morphing me into an eeevil shadow of my former self…. Mwahhahahahaaaaaaa!