What a week

Saturday morning, Mark and I discovered our brand new home had been broken into while we slept. The theives took our wakeboards, our snowboards, and the very special Ashland Longboard that I had made for Mark for his graduation present.

The design on the board featured a star and an anchor, to symbolize our relationship. He is represented by the star, the dreamer, the risk taker. I am represented by the anchor, the steady, the cautious, the grounded. Some punk kid is riding around on our marriage.

Tuesday I ran 22 miles. It was a good run, a good prep for the race in a few weeks.

Today when we woke up, the truck wouldn't start. Its leaking massive quantities of oil. We're down to one working vehicle until this weekend, when mark fixes the radiator in the miata.

And, I'm due to ovulate any minute now--I had a positive OPK, and for the first time, I've had loads of EWCM. Fingers crossed that this is the cycle that changes everything. :)

Thirteen

"Whoa, that's a lot of vials! are they all for me?"
"yes, but I'll make it go quickly."
"How many are there"
"Thirteen."
"Thirteen? You know I just had blood drawn three days ago, right? Is this safe?"
"Perfectly. How are you feeling?"

a good night's sleep

There's nothing like it in the world, is there?

Metformin seems to completely negate the insomnia effect of the Clomid. I slept so good and so hard, and I feel so utterly refreshed. And have not experienced any side effects from the met. Of course, its just one dose, but I was told my body would adjust within a week, so if I'm not feeling side effects after the first dose, my body may not need to adjust.

So far, I'm feeling really hopeful about this course of treatment. And, of course, seeing an RE next month.

Life could not be more unfair.

I am due to start my period on February 11th. The day of my marathon.

Somebody in the cosmos thinks this is funny, but I don't.

Ding Dong the Witch is Dead

My evil gynecologist has retired.

I've spent the last hour on the phone with three different doctor's offices trying to coordinate an appointment with a reproductive endocrinologist. And now I feel like complete shit. Why are they so mean? Why can't they just be NICE to people?

Anyway, long story short, I'm not going to be able to see an RE until the end of February, which means I won't be able to get any treatment until two cycles from now. I'm so upset, I just want to cry and cry and cry.

I know part of this is the clomid, that its affecting my mood and making me more upset. And now I'm wondering if I should even be TAKING this clomid at all, and I just want a normal life again.

I wish I didn't want to have kids. I wish I could shed my want like a snake sheds its skin.
I'd make an awful buddhist. because, while I recognize that they are right, the root of all suffering is desire, I can't seem to let go of this thing.

30

I was driving down the road last night, headed back from the grocery store, and thinking about the state of my life. I'm going to be thirty in just under 8 months. I have a house and a bunch of cars and a husband and all my friends are married (except for Ana who just got engaged last week) and most of us are trying to have kids, and several have kids already.

And I realized, all my "problems" and dramas are so adult, so pedestrian, so boring.

I mean for god's sake, infertility Aimee??? Where the fuck are your rock star credentials? Turn in your cool card right now lady. Yeah, so what if you run marathons--running marathons is not cool, it's geeky in an "I love pain" kind of way. Nope, a ten year old tattoo is not going to earn you any leeway on this. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, get your ass to midlife purgatory and start figuring out how you can be any more like your parents. Maybe take up knitting.

30. For fuck's sake. When did you get the idea that it would be okay to grow up? When did you stop playing around and get serious? When did you start worrying about your liver, of all things? (and don't pretend you're not, I'm inside your head, I know these things).

30. You don't even read cosmo anymore. Now you just read Elle Decor and Shape and Runner's World. (geek)

30. You have more recipes than your mother.

30. You actually choose wine based on taste, not because it has a cool bottle.

30. Fucking geezer.

I'm running a marathon in less than 5 weeks

I am going to complete my third marathon in three years, my third marathon by age 30. My third marathon. the nerves are starting to set in. Four months ago I had never run more than 10 miles without stopping to walk. On Sunday, I ran 22 miles, in the rain, no walk breaks.

I told myself before every long run, "If you found out you were pregnant tomorrow and couldn't do the race, this should be a run you can be proud of." Well, I'm proud of every run I've done in training for this race, and I'm going to be proud of the race too.

Training for a marathon is a journey of self-discovery. Even though I've done this twice before, I've learned new things about myself now. I've learned that pride is a better motivator than fear. I've learned that the body will do what is asked, as long as it is asked nicely. I've learned that I am capable of more than I had ever believed.

Anything is possible. Hope feels good.

Day One.

immer wieder

12 DPO Negative pregnancy tests

This morning I was very nauseous immediately after getting up. It went away when I ate a chocolate chip cookie. Sort of. It didn't completely go away, but it went away a lot.

I also have been experiencing very strange cramps for about 12 hours now. They are down very low, and they don't feel like menstrual cramps.

I took another pregnancy test and it was negative. I am going out of my mind thinking that every little twinge and ache I feel might be a symptom. Also, the skin between my breasts is lumpy this morning. Not like a rash, just weird. Like the skin texture has changed. So on top of being 2WW worried, I have this lumpy boob thing to occupy my already anxiety-addled brain.

+ OPK, preseed, and properly ordered orgasms....

My work for the evening is done. ;)

Oh goodness.

So, I'm taking clomid for the third time, and I've recently read that Clomid builds up in your system and you can still feel side effects for up to 6 months after taking it.

Well, I'm experiencing far more side effects this time than I have the last two times. Mainly an irrational lightning-quick temper. I go from sweet as pie to enraged in seconds flat. And the provocation needn't be large to unleash an absolute fury. I feel like I'm watching someone else react to the situations in which I find myself, someone I don't know and to whom I can't relate.

So bear with me if I seem a bit irrational these days, I'm working on it.

BIG temp drop

Oh thank goodness. I was beginning to think I was going to need to go on provera again. My temp was 97.0 this morning, a sure sign that today would be a good day to use my Diva Cup.

Not Pregnant

So, I'm not pregnant. I got 7 questionable tests. Each test had a second line, but the line never got darker, and when tested with another brand from the same urine sample, it was negative. I will never buy that brand of HPT again.

And so now I wait to see if my cycle will end naturally or whether I will need medical assistance again.

I feel pretty hopeless and I hate that. We did everything right this cycle, but still nothing. Its so disheartening.

Thanksgiving

Its thanksgiving, and I'm thankful.

Things for which I am thankful:

My husband and our fabulous relationship, and god-blessed marriage.
My two sweet pupstars.
Turkey and other delicious eatin's.
Good health.

Today, I am not taking anything for granted, and I am celebrating everything I have. Life is pretty great.


Happy Thanksgiving.

Ambiguity, Part Three.

I'm on the verge of calling these positive pregnancy tests. But the line is so faint, I think I am imagining it. So, I've stopped drinking alcohol--even that single glass with dinner. My fertility monitor suggests that I will start my period soon unless I am pregnant. It is day 23 of my cycle, so 5-10 days before an expected period and 13 days post-ovulatory.

Now I am regretting buying those cheap internet pregnancy tests. I'm going out and buying the digital tests if I don't start my period or get a line that is definitely not imaginary by the end of the week.

Maybe Baby

So another veeery faint line this morning that could be a positive test. I'm going to buy a couple of digitals I think. Also, some more cramping this morning that could be indicative of pregnancy. Holy shit, is this for real?

I can't begin to describe the feelings right now. Uncertainty. Fear, especially of getting my hopes up, excitement, elation. I just want to know something for sure. This "maybe its a line, maybe its your imagination" stuff has got to go.

Last night we signed the contract to buy our new house. Soon, I'll be home. :D

pregnancy tests

I took one last night that seemed like a very faint positive.

I took one this morning: definitely negative.

So, now I am going to wait a few days and test again. But my temps are way up this morning, so hopefully that's a good sign. :)

Waiting waiting waiting

In 5 days, I will take a pregnancy test.

In 2 days, I will leave for my annual Hilton Head trip.

In 1 day, I will find out whether we got the house.

All this waiting is making me anxious.

temp drop

So my temperatures dropped this morning. I'm not sure what, if anything, that means. But I'm not really optimistic about it. Of course, I'm still going to test on Monday, but I'm not getting my hopes up.

clomid depression

I'm getting that hormonal downswing that comes with Clomid cycles. 4 DPO and I feel hopeless and depressed and weepy and grumpy and angry and sad.

I even took a pregnancy test--knowing it was waaaay too soon for any HCG to show up, I was so desperate to have a reason why I am feeling this way.

Of course, looking back through this blog, I can find the exact point of the last cycle when I experienced those same feelings.

I wish my sanity would come back!!