Our very furry children

I was born with a small family, just my Mom and Dad and me.  Of course, I had grandparents and aunts and uncles and even some cousins, but we never got to see them very much.  Now, I have a HUGE family (see last post!), including 3 little furry children who are plenty of entertainment and I believe grooming us for parenthood.  So let's start from the beginning...

Our oldest is Sonoma.  She is an all black cat that we adopted when we were renting our first place in Colorado and couldn't have dogs.  J was allergic to cats at the time, but he also missed furry companionship so for my first birthday up in CO, he said he would get me a cat.  We traipsed around what is called the Dumb Friends League in CO, basically the Humane Society and fell in love with this spunky little crazy kitty.  From that point on, we were doomed.  After about 2 weeks of J feeling pretty awful, his allergies subsided and he was fine!  She was a real sweet kitten, and about the time we moved to our house in CO, she knew she had us hooked and flipped the switch. 

 How do I explain her personality? She just started running around like a crazy tiger, attacking my ankles and peeing on rugs for no reason.  My in-laws have now named her "Psycho Cat".  It's kinda like she is on crack some days.  The vet prescribed Paxil, and that seems to help a lot.  I'm serious - people tend not to believe me when I say our cat is on Paxil - but she is.  She gets about 3 drops of tuna flavored Paxil every evening in her dinner.  This picture says it all.

 Anyway, she loves us - J especially - but not so much other people.  However, she has this really funny habit of loving up on carpenters.  I don't know why.  Anyway, to say she loves J is an understatement.  She absolutely adores him.  When he comes home from work, she is right there waiting for him to pick her up and she rubs all over him.  She lets him hold her like a baby.  Truly a sight to see.  When he wakes up in the morning, she lays on his chest and purrs.  And occasionally she grooms him...he has really short hair on his head and will wake up to her licking his head in the morning.  Quite the scene.  And very humorous.  When I go on business trips, she sleeps on my side of the bed and when I come back she is mad at me.  Believe me, I can tell.  As soon as J sits down in his chair, she is on his lap.  Even though we adopted her on my birthday, she is really his cat.

I sometimes worry how she will react with children in the house.  But I know she wants to protect us all, even the dogs, which is funny.  So I think she will warm to the idea...that is if she lasts that long.  She'll be 8 this year!  All the cats I had as a kid passed away when they were 7 or 8, but she shows no sign of leaving us anytime soon.  She'll probably be the oldest cat on the planet, just to spite us.  But we do love her, and all her craziness even though our parents hate her with a passion.

Then we have Sierra.  She is an Australian Shepard and my little love.  She is super soft, and about 40 lbs and short.  She has the coloring of a rottweiler, but no other features.  We adopted her again from the Dumb Friends League in Denver, CO after we had returned from getting married in Arizona.  They actually told us she was half rottie, but we have determined she is all Australia Shepard.  She was our wedding present to ourselves now that we had a yard.  How could you not love that face?

 She is quite possibly the sweetest dog I have ever known.  I call her my "Love Bug" because she is just so cute and sweet.  If I have had a bad day, she knows it and is right there trying to make me feel better.  If J and I are fighting or even having a heated discussion with raised voices, even if we aren't upset with each other, she will come to one of us and paw at us as if to say, "don't fight!"   I would say Sierra is more my dog than J's.  She just loves to be around me and I love her so!  And she has got the "puppy-dog" face down cold...one look and I'm a puddle!  She is also a bit of an adventurer.  When we had her in CO, she loved to go on our Jeepin' trips with our friends and she was in heaven.  Hiking around, swimming, whatever.  She was never scared!!  She turned 6 in January.

And our youngest is Blazer - have you noticed a trend with the names?  They are all named after Chevy vehicles because J used to be a Chevy guy...now he is kinda a Nissan guy, but Chevy's are still dear to him.  Blazer is an Australian Cattledog.  He is white with grey and brown splotches.  Oh, and he has HUGE ears.  Well, maybe they aren't so huge.  But when we got him and he was smaller, they were like wings.  We actually joked that we should have named him Radar because he could hear radios in China!  When we got him, he had one blue eye and one brown eye.  Now the blue eye is about 3/4 brown.  He is a very energetic dog, but also very nervous sometimes.  He has gotten better, but on the first ever walk I took Blazer on, I had to carry him.  At that point he was about 15 lbs, and it turned out to be a shorter walk than we had planned!  He just gets very scared easily.  For instance, if he falls in the kitchen because he got excited because he heard J come home, he will be afraid of the kitchen because he thinks it "bit" him.  He also seems to run into things a lot, which I chalk up to him being younger (he'll be 4 this year) and not very observant.  It takes some urging to get him to go into the garage, and outside of his yard.  He is quite the homebody. But he is a great dog, once we got him broken of chewing!  Such a cutie!

Now for some comparisons that I have noticed and make me laugh.  First off, Sonoma is an independent.  She doesn't care what we are doing, she wants to do her own thing and will tell you so - she's very vocal, so I don't know who she resembles.  Sierra is most definitely like me.  When I get up at 5:30 to go to the gym, she looks at me like, "I'm ready!  Let's go!" whereas Blazer looks at me through one sleepy eye as if to say, "If you think I am getting up, you are crazy lady!" which is what J is like - not a morning person.  She even knows if I have on my athletic shoes and my watch and is ready for her walk and disappointed if I don't take her.  Sierra is usually up for anything...she doesn't get scared easily.  I tend to do things and not get scared, I just figure out that I don't care for them.

 Anyway, Blazer is nervous (as I said before) and J can be that way too.  For instance, I have grown up flying on a plane at least a couple times a year, if not more and J didn't.  So he hates to fly.  But once it is over,he is fine.  Blazer, same thing.  He is scared to try something new, but once he does it, he realizes it isn't so bad.  The first time he saw a child (seeing as the only people who live in our house are grown-ups) he didn't know what to do.  He didn't try and bite or get crazy, he just put his ears down and was like, "what's wrong with this thing?  It's so small?"  It was very comical.  Whereas, Sierra wanted to lay by the baby and protect her!  See, Love Bug - or Bug for short.  Blazer always has to be into whatever we are doing.  If J is cleaning the yard, Blazer is at his knee.  If I am washing the dishes, Blazer tries to put his paws up on the counter and watch - he loves water.  And he loves to play - which J is very good at doing with him.  They wrestle around and go crazy, and then Sierra gets vocal because she and I were sitting quietly watching TV and they interuppted!  They are all humorous to me and have definitely taught us how to parent. 

I think of them as our children and sometimes it worries me.  Mostly Sonoma worries me.  I kind of think of her as the "goth" kid.  She doesn't want attention, but she does.  She was our first pet, so what does that mean about our first child?  Sierra is calmer, although she does bark a lot (has to tell us what is happening around the neighborhood, even if it is just a car driving buy) so I look at her as the gossip queen too.  But she has an old soul and is very protective of us.  If any of our kids (yes, hopefully plural) turn out like her, I'll be in heaven.  And Blazer isn't bad either.  He's energetic.  Someone called him a tornado once and that hits the nail on the head.  So he would be that kid that does every sport out there and is great at it.  Again, not too worried about him as a kid.  It's just Sonoma that makes me think sometimes.  She is calming down and I think when we do have a kid, she'll deal.  But still something I think about.

Alright, time for dinner.  Happy last week of March folks!

Love.

Blessed

I know I have talked before about how blessed I am, but I mainly talk about the women in my life.  My Mom(s), my girl friends, etc.  And of course my husband.  But I leave out the men and that isn't to mean that I don't have a bunch of well-meaning and very caring men in my life.

First, there is my hubby.  J is amazing most days, and a regular man  the rest of them.  But we always manage to get through our disagreements and come back to the loving place that our relationship is in.  The fact that he is actually present at all of these doctor visits and wanting to do this is a huge thing to me.  This is a man that used to not be able to say "tampon" and my way of telling him AF was visiting was to say, "Well, I'm not pregnant" in years past.  Not anymore, he has come a long way and when I see him with kids of our friends, I can't wait to see him with ours.  I trust him to do what is right and he always does.  He has the best heart.  He always thanks me for whatever I am doing even though I consider them wifely duties (i.e. paying bills, doing laundry, cooking, etc.) and makes me feel appreciated.  He always tells me I am beautiful and argues with me when I call myself ugly or fat, especially these last couple days with the stupid lip thing.  I may bitch and moan at times about the silly things he does, but in reality it is nothing crazy like what has been in the media lately.  So I am very blessed that this wonderful man is my husband.

Then, there is my Daddy.  Years ago, my Mom used to give me a hard time about being in my 20's and still calling my Father my "Daddy."  Then, she went to church on Father's Day one year and the sermon was about how children who call their fathers Daddy have a different relationship, mostly a better relationship with their fathers.  She hasn't said anything since. ;)  Anyway, my father is amazing.  He has the biggest heart and wants to do whatever he can to help however he can.  He and I don't talk about infertility stuff a whole lot, but every so often it pops up.  He even offered to take me to my HSG in 2008 when J couldn't.  That was a little much for me, especially being pretty new to this whole process, but it was beyond sweet.  I am an only child and there are times in my life where I have been a Daddy's girl.  However, now I have a great relationship with both of my parents.  And in the Spring and Summer months, my Daddy and I go to the pool on Sundays with a coach and swim for about 90 mins, then head to breakfast and catch up.  I enjoy these days immensely, and am sad when Winter comes and it is too cold for me to get in the pool.  (What can I say, I am a wuss!  When the air temp is colder than the pool - figure 80 in the pool and 40 in the air - I'm out!)  So I am blessed to be able to call this great man my Daddy.  My true Daddy.  I also love watching him play with my friend's kids and the smile that crosses his face...makes me think of the smile my Grandfathers had when they saw me.  I will be beyond elated when I can tell my Daddy that he will be a Granddaddy.

Now, if you don't know me really well you don't quite understand what I mean with the statement about "my true Daddy" so let me explain.  In High School, I got to know some of my best friends' parents very well because I was always at her house, so instead of calling her parents Mr. and Mrs. or by their first names, I just started saying Mama and Dad.  Well, here we are 15 years later and I still do it.  Only it isn't only that one friend, it is now 3 families that I do this with.  And I can even call them and say, "Hi Dad or Mom" and they know it is their "other" child.  My Mom always said, my parents chose to have one child and I chose to have many parents.  But these parents are a big part of my life and I love them all so.  Mom and Dad Ryan and Mama and Dad Ledford  - Thanks for all your support!

Then, there is my best guy friend...or my brother as I call him.  He is someone I have known since high school and he actually was my best friend's boyfriend for a long time.  They eventually broke up and she and I "broke up" but he and I stayed close.  I appreciate him very much even though I don't get to see him all that much.  But he makes the effort whenever he is in town.  And he calls when I send him messages of joy, like when I passed my CFP4 test.  Many people texted, but he called.  He is basically like the brother I never had.  And I appreciate him very much....and his parents too, who I love to see when he is in town as well.

Now, for some unexpected males in my life that I am blessed to have.

First off, Dr. H.  I couldn't have asked for a better RE.  Not only is he genuine, but he is patient, thorough, and positive.  He never rushes me.  If you haven't noticed, I tend to have a lot of questions and he lets me ask them and answers fully.  He doesn't push me and make me feel like this won't happen for us, like if we don't do it right this second, it won't work.  I have heard about doctors like that.  He explains what he is seeing in the ultrasound to J, who doesn't do the reading like I do.  And he smiles and knows our names and our situation.  I have heard of another RE in Tucson who is the polar opposite and while our friends who went to him got pregnant right away, the bed-side manner was less than desirable.  Now, I don't believe that he has a magical wand that Dr. H doesn't so I won't even consider going to see him.  Especially because my OB (who was recommended to me by our future pediatrician and I love) recommended him highly and she has been my OB for a number of years and knows my style.  This is an extremely hard process and to have a doc who rushed or didn't answer questions would make it so much worse.  Dr. H calls me back in a timely manner when I call him, and his staff isn't too bad either.  They have their moments, but for the most part, they are spot on!  Our appointment on Thursday, made me calm down immensely (even with the thought that our next step with him is the uber-expensive one) because of his attitude and his rationale.  Very lucky patient here.

And lastly, as he showed yesterday morning, I am blessed to have a great personal trainer.  (I apologize in advance if this sounds like an ad for the gym - Peformance Fitness - but I really love it!) I have always wanted to have a trainer to help me get and stay in shape, but never could afford it.  Well, a couple years back, I was invited to a seminar about what exercises swimmers should do when they aren't in the water that would help them and it was put on by the man who is now my trainer - Andrew.

Andrew runs a very different kind of gym but it meets my needs perfectly.  First, it is a upscale and smaller than the mega gyms out there where they don't know you from the next busty blond.  I don't even have a gym card, they just know me.  Then, there are no contracts - which rocks!  That has always been something I hated, contracts at gyms.  And on top of that, the monthly fee includes one session of personal training a month.  That was the kicker to me.  I don't need a trainer 3 days a week telling me what to do, I just need someone who I check in with every month to tell me what to fix or change up my workout or pull me out of my funk or give me some eating advice.  And as always, Andrew does that.  Oh, and because it is a small gym, he and all the other trainers will fix something if I am doing it wrong without hesitation...not like other places where the trainers just laugh at you!  So I always joke that I don't have one trainer, I have 12!  What a deal!  Plus, it has a very nice family atmosphere and the members get to know each other which is great.

Usually what happens is that I see Andrew once a month and he updates my workout or fixes the exercises I am doing wrong or need to add more weight to.  I was supposed to see him last Friday, but I bailed based on the events of last week.  So, I had rescheduled to this week and it was truly a challenge for me to get out of bed yesterday.  I just want this thing on my lip to go away, and it won't as fast as I want it to.  But I ambled out of bed and headed for the gym.  Did some cardio when I got there and then it was time for the training, and I wasn't really into it as Andrew walked towards me.

We started off as we normally do, with him reviewing my notebook where I keep track of the exercises he prescribes, my activities of the past month and an overview of how I am feeling, and then we started discussing what I had emailed him about a few weeks ago - eating.  We spent the entire hour session talking, which is what I needed.  Someone to remind me how to reach my fitness goals by eating better foods - he doesn't like that I eat Lean Cuisines, Weight Watcher meals, etc because of the preservatives.  But he doesn't tell me this in a mean way at all, simply the facts and why there are better things out there.  He is really smart!  And he knows all about our situation, partly because I clue him in every now and again, and partly because his lovely wife reads my blog (thanks Bre!).  So he knows the struggle I had last week without me telling him.  He also reminds me a lot of my husband, who I obviously love a lot.  And he told me this morning that I remind him of his wife (which is a huge compliment because besides being gorgeous, she is super sweet, thoughtful and smart!) with my drive and intensity.  Anyway, I could blather on about what a great guy he is, but the point I want to make is that he knew what I needed today and it wasn't a workout.  It was a talk and some motivation and just an ear and some laughs.  And a hug...you guys know I love hugs!  These kind of men are hard to find.  So I am very lucky to have him as my trainer and my friend.  I didn't expect that when I signed up for the gym, but I lucked out. And one of these days, his wife and I are due for drinks and they are both due at the house for dinner, just have to figure out schedules.  Thanks Andrew and Bre...I appreciate your loving thoughts!

And on that note, I am heading off for the day.  Have a great weekend Bleaders and please look around and remember who blesses your life.  It is a good perspective to have.

Love.

The doctor has spoken...rather the RE.

Hi folks, sorry this was delayed.  I haven't had time to think about what Dr. H said, or at least enough to write about it.  So this was my Thursday.

Woke up and worked out, still with my lip big enough to eat Tucson. But since my workout friend was going to be banging on my door at 5:45 am, I had to get up.  And it wasn't bad, until about the end of the workout where I just couldn't continue.  Something with my head and tummy just wasn't meshing well.  She left and I actually went back to bed for another 45 mins or so, until J's alarm went off and he crawled out.  Because, when he crawls out, I am late!  However, surprise to me, he wanted to get to work early because he was leaving early for our Doctor appointment.  Smart man.  But by that point, I was up already.

On the way to work, stopped and got our girl flowers (the brightest daisies I could find)  to hopefully help with some of the heartache going on.  And then stopped to get more lip stuff...someone said carmex, and even though I wasn't sure about it, I did it (and on a side note, I think it has helped!).  Our girl (who had the miscarriage) had not come in, and I can't say that I blamed her...I would have been curled in a ball waiting for the Earth to swallow me.  Anyway, my Boss/Mom ended up taking them to her at home on her way to an appointment and she loved them.  I got a text and it said they made her day.  It was the least we could do.  And it made her happy, that's all we could ask for.

Finally, 1 pm rolled around and it was time for me to scoot to Dr. H's office.  J was meeting me there.   I got there first and someone else was already talking to the receptionist at the window.  However, she looked at me, mouthed my name and pointed that I should sit down.  How sad is that that I don't even have to give them my name, they know my face?  Sorry, side note.  J got there and I went around to talk to the other receptionist, I had requested a full printout of our file and I wanted to make sure they got it.  Their office is completely paperless.  So when you take in records, they scan them in and then give them back.  Every appointment we had, had notes to it that we didn't have.  So now we do.

About 1:40 pm, Dr. H came out and got us for our 1:30 appt.  He was in scrubs and I think someone had told me that this was an "IVF week" at the office.  He welcomed us, then corrected himself saying he knew we didn't like to come see him.  He noticed my lip and I told him what had happened, so there was some brief discussion about sunburns and the air show.  Although, he said he didn't notice it until I was talking.  So we talked.  He started to get into it, and I interuppted him with the news that I hadn't spotted for the last three months and that AF was late this month.  He said the lack of spotting was awesome!  And that this month could have been a chemical pregnancy, but we'll never know because there wasn't a positive test.  But both were good signs.  He discussed my recent blood work saying that everything was good and nothing to try to improve.  J brought up Volleyball Queen's situation, and I explained further about them "not trying" and then finding out they were pregnant after the injections had started.  Dr. H said it happens all the time when we are making it more fun and not stressing.  It called it, "spontaneous pregnancy."  J said that at some points it did start to feel like work and that was no fun, which is why we decided to take our break and why we kind of thought that had happened when I was late this month.  But "taking a break" from Dr. H could do it.  J said that he never understood the miracle of life until we began this process.  It makes sense now.

Then the real discussion began. We asked what our next steps could be.
1. IUI with more injectible drugs.
        However, he doesn't like this one because even though the success rate goes to about 25%, the down sides are that twins are more possible (15% vs. 5% with regular IUI) and triplets enter the picture (at about 5% chance)!  YIKES!  Now, while that isn't a bad thing to have a couple babies, it is more dangerous for the mother and the children.  Twins conceived this way are 6 times more likely to have special needs and the risk of loss goes way up.  Triplets conceived this way are 8 times more likely to have special needs.  If we did this, it would cost us about $1,000 each time and they would do it 3 times before they said, this isn't working.  Or until I said, "next please!"

2.  IVF (In-vitro)- yes, this is the big kahuna.  The grand daddy of infertility.  The expensive one.  About 12.5x what each IUI cost us last year.  YOWZA!  (Do you see the dollar signs going crazy?!)  I asked him to explain this process because while I knew the generalities of it, I didn't know the specifics.
    First, it takes about 2 months to do because they would put me on birth control to get my follicules in sync to get the most amount of eggs.  How going on BC makes me get more eggs I don't understand, but I believe what he says.  Basically, Dr. H is in control of my cycle.   I do regular fertility pills down the hatch and 10 days of injectible fertility drugs...so much that I might look pregnant because I have so many eggs going.  I am now a chicken with as many eggs as possible!  Dr. H goes in about day 12 and takes out all my eggs, with me being sedated and out of work.  They are then scrutinized to "separate the good eggs from the bad".  And then they are fertilized with J's boys...this meaning that they crack the shell of my egg and introduce sperm to egg.  (WOW!)  This is called ICSI.  About 5 days later, they put the eggs (max of 2 - not 8 like Octo-mom!  At this point, J asked what Octo-mom's doctor was thinking so there was some discussion about that - Dr. H thinks the guy is a moron.  And then apparently Dr.Octo-mom did the same thing to another woman!) back in me (again sedated) and we hope that one or both implant.  Oh and did I mention the 5 ultrasounds during the course of this process?  Wandy and I will be great friends by the end of this...if we weren't besties already.  So risks - multiple births, but for some reason less chance of special needs issues.  Success rate for our age range and specs is about 50%!  50%!  That is incredible...considerably up from our 15-20%! 
     So during the course of this conversation he kept saying, "frozen embryos" and I had to ask what he meant.  Seems, that whatever eggs are good enough, they freeze and keep until July of the following year.  Frozen eggs apparently give just as good of babies as fresh eggs - WHO KNEW?!  And (God forbid) we have to do this process again, they already have the eggs and don't have to go back and get more which cuts out about $5,000 of the cost!  So the first one is the most expensive.
     Recently I had read about Mini-IVF which was supposedly about 2/3rds of the price so I asked what that was and if they did it.  He said they did not because it basically cut out the embryo freezing and it was actually more cost-efficient to just do the regular IVF because the freezing was included and it cut out the egg retrieval process if we had to go through it more than once.  IVF works better with patients with unexplained infertility (hello - us!) and younger.  Apparently, I still count as "younger" even though I have passed the big 3-0! Again, they would recommend IVF 3 times and if after that it wasn't working, then adoption or surrogacy is our best bet. 
     So that brought up surrogacy, because one of my BFFs offered me the greatest gift ever - her belly!  Basically it would be IVF of my eggs and J's boys in her belly. The only reason they would recommend that was if I was having recurrent miscarriage.  At this point, I am not aware that I have actually ever conceived (remember, I don't know what a positive HPT looks like), so we're not there yet.  (A quick story he told us...there is one form of surrogacy that is actually illegal in Arizona.  Apparently, a surrogate could use her own egg and the spouse's sperm from the mother who couldn't carry.  But it has been banned in AZ because in California there was a case where this happened, and at the end the surrogate decided since it was her egg it was part her baby, so there was a court battle and now the two share custody.  Crazy!  AZ saw that and said, "oh hell no!" and now that can't happen here.  For anyone who wants to research it, it was called Baby M case in California).  We didn't really discuss adoption or a lot about child-free living as he called it, but he let us know those options are available as well.  Child-free living is basically shutting the door.  So that led to a discussion about enjoying what we have before we have kids, but then wanting the other thing too.  We are far from that place right now though.
     I also asked what he recommended.  He said that as long as we are being healthy (eating well, exercising, etc) we don't have to rush anything.  Obviously stats go down as I get older, but if we wanted to wait another couple years, it wouldn't hurt us.  His recommendation was to wait another 6 months to a year and then re-evaluate the situation.  I told him I was doing Weight Watchers and he told me I didn't need to.  (Always nice to hear a doc say that you don't need to lose weight.) He said just to watch portions and exercise and I replied that WW helped me do that and kept my motivation up.  He said that was fine, but not to lose a lot (hello, I can't get past 5 lbs, a lot is not on the plate!).  He said we were some of the slimmest patients he has, so that made me feel good.  Throughout this whole conversation with Dr. H, J is listening intently and asking lots of questions.  He is even bringing up things like my lack of spotting and making sure those are movements in the right direction.  Dr. H agreed they were.  Dr. H was also glad to hear about my Circle & Bloom meditations and had never heard of them.  (I will blog about that another day - but I like it a lot!)  I even asked him if the Healthcare Reform stuff would help or hurt him and he said neither in this practice.  It is more for people who don't have/can't afford insurance and to help the hospitals that don't turn them away and eat the costs, and then everyone's cost go up.  (I don't do politics people, so if this isn't news to you, please forgive.)  It was finally time to go (almost 45 minutes later - our appointment was supposed to be 30 minutes).  We paid and got some more notes from our meeting.  While we are standing there, I noticed a sheet about IVF in a sheet protector with the costs broken down, so I immediately asked for a copy.  It's quite incredible really!


I must say that throughout this conversation, Dr. H was very patient, kind, positive and attentive.  He never rushed us and brought up things to do that wouldn't make him any money.  Which is why I trust him so much.  J and he can talk to each other and get along very well...especially considering where he has to examine me (and I have always had a female OB and never had my husband sitting in the room).  J left to go run some errands and I headed back at the office...stopping at Eegee's on the way for a drink and a cookie (I know, not healthy, but so worth it!) for me and my only employee in the office that day.  Worked until about 6:45 pm, and finally made it home to make dinner and watch a little TV before hitting the hay. After listening to my Circle and Bloom meditation of course. 

Wow, what a day huh?  I think our official decision is to just stay the course we are on...that is, no drugs and no doctors.  Since Dr. H was impressed with my progress as far as the no spotting, etc. we aren't going to worry about more drugs.  And with my big CFP test coming up probably in November, holding back a little bit probably isn't a bad plan.  That test will stress me out enough, no need to add doing IVF or being pregnant in the middle of it to it.  Now, if I "spontaneously impregnate" we won't stop it!  But taking away this stress isn't a bad thing.  Will still keep track of when AF comes and is due, but other than that, nada!  So there is the verdict folks...we are still on a break and loving it.

Now, I happened to see this video that Busted Kate had seen somewhere else about how "Aunt Jane knows more than the singer's RE (fertility doctor)".  It is quite funny because if you are an Infertile, you know these people are everywhere and don't charge nearly what our well-educated REs do.  So watch the video and laugh.


Kate's video.




Night lovely bleaders! Love!

A giggle

I've been waiting a long time to put this clip up.  But I couldn't quite figure out how to do it.  I will say that I am not a fan of Family Guy, but this actually made me chuckle and I think I said to J, "Maybe that is what is happening inside my uterus every month!"  Will post about the visit to the doctor tomorrow.  Time for sleep.  I know it doesn't look perfect, but at least it plays!