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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Well..... the BITCH is here!!!


For today's random picture........ My furbaby Jazzmine. She is my heart, and I love her so much.
I adopted her from SPCA when she was 5 weeks old (I couldn't bring her home until 6 weeks), and she has owned my heart ever since. She and I go back further than Craig and I do. If ever a dog were capable of understanding, its her. She is so much like me, its eerie. She has power struggles with Craig, and is sure to let him know on a daily basis that I am her boss (I hate the word master), and that she thinks SHE is 2nd in charge around here. I love her with all my heart and I make sure she (and my other furbaby Harley) get no less than 20 hugs and kisses each day!! (come on now, you know you hug and kiss your dog too..........)
Okay, so on to reality......
So much for hope and positive thinking!!! Yesterday @ 13 dpo the first signs of AF started showing her ugly ass, and now @ 14 dpo, the bitch has officially arrived. (and yes I confirmed not once but twice with TWO slap-in-the-face BFN's!!!!!!!)
I knew better then to really have much hope this cycle since our timing was on the shitty side, but for some reason I just couldn't help but continue to hold onto a wee bit of hope. I'm such a dumb ass. Everything else in this world I am an extreme realist about, I never get my hopes up, and rarely have high expectations about anything for fear of let downs or disappointments...... but this one thing in my life, INFERTILITY, I continue to have hope about month after month, as I dust myself off and pick myself back up of the floor, and gear up for yet another round.
It just gets harder and harder each month to keep going. Last night, I had a breakdown. Craig and I were getting ready to go to bed, and right in the kitchen doorway, I told him AF was on her way, another month and cycle down the crapper. Then I started to bawl. I told him I feel like I want to give up, like maybe he's right, that we just aren't meant to have a child. That I'm sick and tired of every extra dime we have I feel like I can't spend, and that every penny has to be pinched as we may need it for more meds, or tx's etc. Its just exhausting. Craig apolgized to me, like its his fault that this cycle didn't work.......... its not his fault, and I don't want him to feel burdened that it is. We are in this together and what is my problem is his, and vice versa. There is nowhere to lay blame except for in my stickin' ass body that doesn't want to work right!!!
So with that said, June's cycle looks like we're headed to IUI (and will hopefully do a frozen sample as backup just in case ahead of time) as the whole added pressure of on demand is not working out too well. So I'll be making phone calls to my RE on Monday and start the ball rolling.............AGAIN!!!
I guess thats about all for now. I'm having a hard time keeping my thoughts straight as we have someone pressure washing our driveway and gutters (for the last two hours) and all I hear is a motor running non-stop!!!! Ahhhh!!!! Good thing I'm heading out the door to a family dinner/birthday party soon!!!
So, stay tuned for the ongoing adventures of the Great Infertile One (aka me!!!!)

Thursday, May 29, 2008

12 DPO..........and........


So I'll start today's blog with a random picture again, just like my previous one. Its kinda fun going through all the pix in my laptop searching for a random picture that makes me smile and today this is the winner. This was from our trip to Sea World last summer where Craig, my mom and I met up with my cousin and her husband and kids for a day at Sea World. It was the end of June and in Florida the end of June=ass spankin' hot heat, but it was a great time none-the-less. This picture was at part of the park where you can buy sardines and feed them to the dolphins. They come right up to you and take the sardines right out of your hand!! It is such a cool experience and I love watching and interacting with dolphins so its tops on my list each time we go there.
Onto the reality of my everyday life. Today is 12DPO and.........not one single sign of AF showing her ugly ass yet!!!!! Usually by 12dpo, I'm starting to show imminent signs of her arrival, spotting, cramps etc.......nothing!! I don't want to talk too much about it as I'm afraid I'm going to jinx it. The only I keep thinking is that my body is playing tricks on me.
In past cycles (medicated with clomid) I was "O"ing late (like cd22 or 23) and then by day 30 of my cycle AF was arriving (giving me my normal 30 day cycle). However this cycle was my first one on injectibles (Bravelle) and I triggered on CD13 and O'd on CD 14, so this Saturday should be 14 dpo so I don't know if AF will arrive early or if I'll still have a 30 day cycle even though I O'd much earlier this month........ I'm just so tired of wracking my brain every minute over all this stuff , it just totally consumes me. I've been having the MOST bizarre dreams every night. Weird shit, shit that has nothing to do with TTTC, I guess its just my subconscious way of lashing out and I can't even have peace while I sleep. Every night I wake up from a crazy or bad dream, sweating, kicking off the covers, and thanking the heavens that it was only a dream!!
Oh well.......... I hope and pray all this crap will be over with some day soon, and I can move on to a whole different world of worry and wacky dreams!
Well, that is it for now, Craig and I are on a summer bowling league with my mom and her boyfriend and we'll need to be heading out soon for that so I better get a move on.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

There Are Many Unexpected and Thrilling Surprises In Store For You!!


I decided I'm going to start each blog with a different picture each day. It may or may not have something to do with my blog for the day. I guess it will depend on what mood I'm in and what tickles my fancy.


Todays picture is one I took a couple years ago when Craig and I were in Key West on vacation at a Butterfly Garden. It was like walking into a fairytale wonderland.......it was breathtaking to say the least!

So onto my daily rantings and ravings:


Craig and I got Chinese take out for dinner tonight. After we eat Chinese at home, we have this little goofy thing we do with the fortune cookies. We make a big deal of shuffling and mixing them up and then letting the other one pick which one they want. So I got to take my pick tonight. Here's what my Fortune said:

"There are many unexpected and thrilling surprises in store for you".


That sure sounds wonderful to me!!!!! I hope my first unexpected and thrilling surprise arrives by the weekend with good news on the ttc front!!! Wouldn't that be something!??


And by the way, I hate the taste of fortune cookies, (forgive me, but they remind me of gagging on communion wafers as a child), but Craig INSISTED I eat a piece of the cookie, otherwise the fortune won't come true....... so I did, but I didn't like it and washed it down with some iced tea.


So, I'm 10 dpo today. Its been a lazy day around here. Craig and I both had the day off. We started the day with the intentions of cleaning out our garage. By 10 am that was downgraded to going to get our hair cut and grabbing some lunch. Craig then went out back on our lanai to wash down the patio stone and clean things up a bit....... so that detoured us from getting our haircut. Craig finished that up, and we had some lunch and continued to enjoy a lazy day. I always say I can't stand to waste a day getting nothing accomplished, but it really is nice when I just slow myself down and chill out and relax. (don't get me wrong, I still feel like I waste a perfectly good day doing nothing, I just don't make myself feel guilty for it anymore like I used to!!)


Back to the 10 dpo stuff (sorry, I got sidetracked)...... I've been feeling pinchy twinges now and then, I'm sure it means nothing!! I've also had some burning nips, which again, I'm sure means nothing....... me saying that these things mean nothing is my attempt and not getting my hopes up, yet each time a nip feels like its on fire or I get a twingy pinch, I say to myself "see, maybe that DOES mean something!!!!!" Auuugghhh!!!!! the mental strain in the 2ww is just nutso!!


So, based on my fortune, do you think I have a shot at some good news coming my way very soon???? I sure hope so!!

Stay tuned!!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Let the Mania begin!

so today I'm 9dpo, and of course I have no s/s of anything .........either way. Its just too early. But of course, you can't help but start your manic behavior at about this point. Each month I tell myself I'm just going to cruise through the 2WW. Ha........ how funny is that, that I try to convince myself of that each month, when I know damn well that by 9 or 10 DPO I start looking for signs. Today while at work, in the bathroom (its a private one person at a time bathroom) I even went as far as to whip my shirt up and look for anything that might pass for veins showing!! Seriously.......Isn't that absurd??

Its like you hit this point of the 2WW and you start going nutso looking for anything!! And like many many many of my TTTC pals, it gets so absurd that every single time you go to the bathroom, you have this overwhelming anxiety that starts building as you get ready to *wipe*....... "do I look for signs of AF or do I play dumb and avoid looking (cause if I don't look at the t. paper, then theres no chance of AF arriving!!!??)

Its all just so silly. As you saw from previous posts, you'll note that I had very little hope for anything coming of this cycle.......that was as my 2WW was just starting. Now here I am at 9 dpo, getting all sorts of crazy, and grasping at every straw in sight.

This, my friends, is how I get myself set up for MAJOR disappointment each month! Oh well, I guess you have to hold on to your hopes and faith any little place you can!

Sunday, May 25, 2008

My 2WW is going by pretty fast!

Well, its been a few days since I posted a blog. Unbelievably I am 8DPO today. The first 1/2 of the 2WW usually goes by pretty quickly, its the 2nd half that drags by. And of course, as each day passes, the worry grows and grows. It used to be an exciting anticipation filled with hope and wonder. That was about a year ago. Now its filled with over analyzation about every little twinge, pain, cramp etc that you feel. Having been PG once (back in Nov), it seems even more difficult for me, because each time the 2ww draws closer to its end, I start thinking back to the month I got PG. (When I thought for sure I wasn't PG. I remember the whole thing like it was yesterday!!! I was painting my bathroom and kept having weird spotting but AF wouldn't come. The Day I was finishing up painting, Craig came home from work, I was in tears, sobbing that I didn't know how much more of this heartbreak and disappointment I could keep doing without moving forward in treatment. Craig had told me then that we'd figure it out. We had credit cards etc for whatever our next step needed to be). The next morning, while getting ready for work at 4:30 am I said, the Hell with it, I'm going to POAS!! I did, and there was the faintest of all faint lines. I woke Craig up out of a dead sleep, and shoved the test infront of him and said "I think there's two lines!!!" He opened an eye as I flicked on the light near him, and just about blinded him, he said he might see something but not to get my hopes up until we knew better. He went back to sleep, I went to work and smiled like a teenage girl all day knowing that it was it. The next day I POAS in the morning and definately saw a second line, and then in the afternoon I got a digi test and it said PG!!!!!!!. Thats how clear the memory is to me. I remember everything about those days, and the days following as well, straight through my M/C. I remember every symptom, every twinge every little everything.

So it's easy to see how I would overanalyze everything since then in each 2ww. As I wrote in a previous blog, I don't really have a ton of hope, but stranger things have happened. So, I'm hoping that one of those strange little miracles finds its way to us this month. If it doesn't, I am prepared for it, and will be able to move on to our next cycle. I won't be thrilled about having to do injections in my stomach again, but I'm nowhere near giving up yet, so I'll have to endure what I have to.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Hopeful ......... or not.....that is the question



I want to start out by giving a special shout out to Ariel for passing along a special award to me. A kind blogger award. If you've followed my blog, back in April Ariel kindly mailed me something to help me on my journey. It was part
of her kindness and paying it foward from another friend of hers. I've done my best to continue paying it forward as well. I just want to say Thanks to Ariel for being so sweet and thinking of me. I pray she continues to have a H&H 9 months!
In other news:
I'm torn and very realistic about this months' success. I honestly have little hope, but there remains a glimmer at least. Enough to ridiculously carry me into the beginning of next month. I'm already putting out feelers for another round of Bravelle, and hopefully will get my hands on some left over meds for a cheaper price than having to go thru a pharmacy. Hopefully we won't need them but I need to start preparing for that possibly sooner rather than later. Oh the ongoing joys of TTTC (trouble trying to conceive).
Other than that, I honestly don't have much to report in. I'm in the early stages of my 2WW, and its nothing but a waiting game at this point. Wait and stress, wait and stress. On and on it goes!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

THIRTY FRIGGIN' SIX!!! I'm OLD!!

Well, today is my 36th Birthday!!!
Crazy right? I think so!!! Where have the years gone??
Everytime I say how old I am today, I am reminded of an episode of Sex and the City where Carrie is celebrating her birthday out with friends who all arrive really late, and she is sitting alone at a table and a drunk girl behind her says "Twenty Five...... Fu_K, I'm old!!!!" Oh to be 25 again. I honestly don't think I'd want to go back to 25, not even knowing what I know now. 25 was a pretty rough time for me (honestly 22-27 was pretty rough, on and off) and don't care to relive most of it. Troubled relationships, loosing my dad when I was 22 (he was only 48 when he died), struggling to find myself, a teeny tiny bout of depression, some rowdy days, some sultry nights, and then finally, thankfully meeting the man I would some day marry at age 27........ finally at that point my life started to turn around .......for the better!!

Anyhow, back to present day and the real world!

I worked 1/2 day today, and am now sitting at home bored waiting for Craig to get home from work so I can open some presents and then head over to my moms for dinner, homemade banana cake and presents!

The past couple days have been pretty rough around here, and I'm not really going to get into it for personal reasons at this time, (and I have a few people who read this that don't need to know certain things about whats goin' on). But, today things feel a little better and today I feel as though a ray of light is shining down on my soul. It feels warm and nice and comforting. I like how it feels.

Two days ago, I was crying about 100 different things (again, thanks Injectible meds for making me an emotional wreck, among other things too). I swore I didn't even want to celebrate my Birthday. Each time someone asked me what I wanted for my Birthday, there has only been one answer I can think of........ I want a baby!! Nothing else matters, and silly little material things are just trivial and don't really matter two shits.

Its funny, last week, my mom asked me for the Birthday ideas list, and my reply to her was the same, "all I want is a baby". My mom who is a wonder at keeping things light but letting you know she cares as the same time, said to me "sorry sweetie, mine are all dried up and long gone" and then gave me a hug and told me she is praying every single day that we will get PG again soon. Every once in a while I have these fleeing thoughts that sometimes I feel like I want to get PG just as much for my mom as I do for Craig and I. I know that might sound silly, but its true. I so want to be able to make my mother a grandmother. The day we told her we were PG (back in Nov. before our M/C) she was thrilled to tears and within a 1/2 hour of getting the news, was comtemplating what she wanted to be called (she was running through the gammet of what Italian grandmothers are often called trying to pick her favorite (I think she'd narrowed it down to either meemee or nan). I pray one day soon, she will get to make her decision and be able to share all the love and wisdom she has to offer to so many to my child (her grandchild).

Anyhow, last night was a much much better night that the two previous, Thank GOD!! and it felt really good to just talk to Craig last night. We talked about hopes and dreams, our fears, our faith, and believing in each other and our marriage. We laughed a little, we cried some, and by the end of the night, I again was reminded that I am right where I am supposed to be, and that is with Craig. Together forever til the end........

Friday, May 16, 2008

Stims Check # 2!!! Yay!!

So I already posted earlier, however I was so wrapped up in what I was writing about (and it got very long).

I had my Stim check # 2 today. Back on Monday, I had one 11 mm follie on the right and one 7 mm on the left, with about 10 other smaller follies. My E2 was a little low but apparently that was fine because when I had my U/S this morning the follie on my Right had grown to 18 mm!!!!!!! Thank God, man I was sweatin' it!!!! I was soooo worried that my follies were going to continue to mess with me and not give a follie worth a damn!! The U/S tech (who I adore because she is so kind) was very encouraging. She said my lining had gotten thicker and was excited about that, and then said "yay!! Your ready to go girl!! You've got an 18 mm follie!!"

So then we went out to the lab area, and we were waiting for Dr. Z to come out of an exam room to run my results by him. He was very pleased, and wanted me to do my trigger shot right then and there!! I started to get a little nervous as the nurse came around the corner with the Ovidrel shot as I had one at home sitting in my fridge that I'd already paid OOP for and I didn't want to get charged another $60 for another one. The nurse was great, and said, "Nope, Dr. Z. wants you to trigger now, so we'll give you one of ours and the next time you are here, just bring us yours, we won't charge you" Yippppeeee!!

Now, let me just tell you why I looooove my new RE, Dr. Z. After he reviewed my U/S results, he said to the nurse " U/S is great, right where we want her, she's ready to go, lets trigger her this morning, right now if we have a trigger shot." then he turns to me and says" Yep, your good to go, we'll do your trigger now, then Saturday night, Light up the Candles and Have at it!!" I burst right out laughing and then of course because I embarrass so easily, I turned about 10 shades of red!!! I love him!! He is so laid back and I totally feel confindant in his care and I truly believe this is going to be our month!

Okay, thats all, I'm off to bed, I have to be up at 4:45 am and at work at 5:30 am tomorrow morning......... Damn, I need a M-F 9-5 job so bad!!!

I Believe, I Believe


So, for those who have read my blog, you'll know that about a month and a half ago, I posted quite a bit about my lack of faith, my "beef" with God, and my attempts and renewing my relationship with God and restoring my faith.


Its something I honestly have really been working on. I've been praying more, saying the rosary, and I feel I've been making some progress. All my enlightenment came about while on Vacation Easter weekend in St. Augustine, FL where one of the places we visited was called the Mission of Nobre de dios. I posted about it a while back. I sat in the little church on the grounds and I cried and asked God to guide me, help me find faith again, help me be a better person, and help my husband and I to achieve the one thing we truly yearn for, to be PG. Ever since that visit, I've felt differently about things and have a renewed outlook. Going to that mission, that chapel was the start of my renewal of finding my faith and trust in God. For that, I am so thankful.


I feel different, I feel a calm inside me and I feel as though God is hearing my prayers and is answering them.........and it feels really good to feel that way again. Its been a VERY long time since I've felt that way.
This restored faith was again brought to my attention this morning, as I sat in my car waiting to go in for my Stims Check # 2 (ultrasound and labwork to see if my $500 10 day dose of meds had worked). I was so nervous and I felt I need to re-group and once again, pray. So, I sat in my car and said the Rosary. Afterwards as I sat in the lobby, I felt such a calm wash over me. I wasn't nervous or anxious like I usually am. I had my u/s, got good news, and right there on the exam table, (while still having my internal u/s) Thanked God OUTLOUD. He is helping me on my journey. For that, I am so thankful!!
I was just sitting here on my laptop doing a google search for bible quotes that are related to PG, and found a sermon that someone gave. Its quite lengthy, but its worth the read. It renews my vies on faith and belief.
Here it is if your so inclined:
Romans, Pentecost 3A, Romans 4:18-25 a sermon on the faith of Father Abraham from Romans can be used for Galatians as well.)
Grace to you and peace from God our Father and from our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
The purpose of today’s sermon is to talk with you about faith. What God wants from us more than anything else is that we would have faith in Jesus Christ. The essence of the Christianity is that we would have faith in Jesus Christ.
This past week I have been thinking about the word faith, the word believe. I believe in Jesus Christ. I have of few illustrations of the word, faith. These are examples of human faith that is found in all people.
The first example is from when I was a child, so very long ago. Like a lot of kids who grow up, you have to listen to the music of your older brothers and sisters, and that was true of me as well. I listened to their music all the time. The following song is a song I learned in childhood. I am not going sing it for you, but I know the words well:
I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows.I believe that in the darkest night, a candle glows.I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come and show the way,I believe.I believe above the storm, the smallest prayer will still be heard.I believe that someone in the darkest night, hears every word.Every time I hear a new born baby cry, or touch a leaf, or see the sky,Then I know why, I believe.
When I was a young child growing up, I really liked that song. As the years have gone by, I still like the words to that song, because inside of my heart, that is the way I feel. I want to believe that in the darkest night, my prayer will still be heard.
When I think of the word believe, I think of a man by the name of Bill Sheridan. In the newspaper, there were three pictures of Bill Sheridan each with a caption under it. The first picture was Bill and his new seven month old twins standing on the third floor balcony of the apartment along with his wife. Flames of shooting fire and sparkling smoke were behind them. The caption beneath the picture was “throw the child.” The flames were crackling behind them; the parents were almost paralyzed with fear, and someone was shouting to them from below, “Throw the child. Throw the children.” The next picture in the sequence showed Bill Sheridan throwing his seven month old child into the air, and the caption beneath the picture said, “We will catch them.” The third picture was of the family, mother, father, two infant children, huddled together in safety, with the burning apartment in the background, and they were crying with joy and fear. There in that moment on the balcony, the parents could not go back to their apartment that was engulfed in flames nor did they like the option in front of them, the railing of a balcony with forty feet below them. That is the way often is: there is no other choice but to make a leap of faith. Likewise, that is the way it often is as you come to the end of your days here on this earth. There is no other choice than to make the leap of faith that God will catch you. Life forces you to take that leap of faith.
Or, when I think of the word believe, I think of the inner power of believing that is given to people who believe. For example, I think of that woman whose car was up on a jack that came out and the car fell on her husband. There was no one else around, and suddenly, there seemed to be new strength inside of this woman and she lifted the car by herself. The faith inside of her was more powerful than she had ever imagined. There is incredible strength when you believe. That is true of all human beings.
Social scientists have studied this added power and strength that comes from believing. The scientists create a now familiar experiment with two groups: one group that takes the potent drug, morphine and the second group which is told by the doctors that they are receiving morphine but are actually only receiving sugar water. Both groups experience relief from pain: those on morphine and those on sugar water, thinking the sugar water was morphine. Those on sugar water had been told by their doctors that they would experience physical relief, and they did. Research scientists again proved a fact: the power of belief. The power of believing happens in all human beings.
We find the power of believing in stories about war and combat. Scott Brady, an Air Force pilot flying over enemy territory in Bosnia, was shot down and he knew he would be rescued by his peers. He was convinced he would be rescued and that inner belief gave him strength to do what he needed to do to avoid capture by the enemy. There is power in believing in your mission. The opposite of such inner power is giving up or resignation.
The stories are endless: belief is a potent power available to us human beings. Those who believe have much more power inside of themselves than those who don’t.
What I am suggesting to you today is that the Holy Spirit transforms the power of human believing into the power of believing in Jesus Christ. There are similar parallels. That is, the Holy Spirit takes the power of human love and transforms that human love into a godly love. The same is true of hope. God takes human hope that is found in every person and transforms that hope into something bigger such as hope for eternal life. Likewise, God takes the natural faith or believing that is found in all human beings and transforms that human believing into belief in Jesus Christ. That is what we want to talk about today.
It is with these images that we hear the Word of the Lord. The Scriptures are filled with Bible verses about belief in Jesus Christ. The Scriptures invite us and want us to have belief or faith in Jesus Christ. The fundamental quality that God wants us to have is belief in Jesus Christ. We hear of God’s desire all through the Bible. We hear those words especially in the gospel of John and the central verse of the Bible, John 3:16. “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son so that whoever believes in him will not have but have everlasting life.” Believing in Christ leads to life. Or, “If you believe in your hearts and confess with your lips that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, you will have life and life abundantly.” At the end of the gospel of John, “These are written that you would believe and that would have life in his name.” The whole gospel of John is an invitation for us to believe in Jesus Christ. The conclusion of the gospel of Mark says, “The person who believes will be saved.” The Apostle Paul writes often these words, “A person is justified or put right with God through faith in Christ, apart from obedience to Jewish laws.” Jesus of Nazareth said to the woman who child had just been healed, “Your faith is great and your great faith has made you well.” This is true of every single story in the gospels about Jesus’ healing: Jesus comments about their great faith. The centurion at the foot of the cross said: “I believe.” A famous quotation from the Bible is: “I believe; help my unbelief.” The cure that God wants to cure in all of us is our unbelief. The response that God wants from us is always the same: belief in Jesus Christ, faith in Jesus Christ, trust in Jesus Christ. … Not to believe in positive thinking. Not to believe that all will go well. Not to believe in the power of believing or have faith in the power of faith. No, God in the Bible wants more than that. We are invited to believe in Jesus Christ, to put our faith in Jesus Christ. That is the core of the Christian faith. God wants to transform the power of human belief in all of us into a personal faith in Jesus Christ, whereby we trust the promises that Christ has made to us.
We need to briefly examine the churches in Galatia, the churches in ancient Turkey, during the time of the Apostle Paul. There were religious people there in those days who didn’t get the gospel that God raised Jesus from the dead, that all our sins were fully forgiven by the death of Christ on the cross, and that we are to live a life of love. No, those Jewish folks didn’t get the gospel. And they also didn’t get what God wanted from us as human beings: not obedience to Jewish laws but faith in Jesus Christ. … The very core of Jewish morality was to obey hundreds and thousands of Jewish laws that said, “don’t’ do this and don’t do that.” We find this discussion in Galatians, chapters 2 and 3. What does God want from us? Obey the Jewish laws of the Old Testament, so they said. The Apostle Paul compared the Jewish laws of the Old Testament to a custodian or disciplinarian. Would you please imagine an English nanny having the care of three children, ages 5, 3, and 1. The English nanny and the three children go to the park and the English nanny is very busy saying, “No, no, no, no, no. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. Herding the children with her persistent warnings and negatives.” That was the way it was in the Old Testament. The Jews had all these laws and God was forever saying, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don’t do this. Don’t do that.” When Christ came, that was all changed. The essence of the Christian religion wasn’t to obey thousands or rules and regulations but to have faith in Jesus Christ. By having faith in Jesus Christ, we become children of God and we put on the clothing of Christ e.g. peace and kindness and gentleness.
But the focus is faith in Jesus Christ. What does that mean for us? What does it mean to trust the promises of God in Christ?
First, to have faith in Jesus Christ is to trust that Christ is with you no matter what, that Christ is with you to strengthen you for all circumstances. His name given at birth was Immanuel which means, “God is with us.”
Abraham in the Old Testament is given as the primary example of faith, of trusting in God, of trusting that God is faithful to his promises. Abraham and his wife, Sarah, were promised by God to be the parents of a new nation, of a new family, and their descendents would be as numerous as the sands of the sea and the stars of the sky. Now, that is numerous. The sands of the sea and the stars of the sky. But there was a problem: they weren’t getting pregnant and pretty soon they were old, approaching one hundred years of age. They were not getting pregnant and they were soon forty, then fifty, then sixty, then seventy, then eighty, then ninety, and they still were not pregnant, but God had promised that their descendants would be numerous as the sands of the sea and the stars of the sky. And that is what faith is: to trust God when there is no proof. To trust that God will be faithful to his glorious promises. And Abraham believed; he trusted God’s good promises. When a child was born to Abraham and Sarah at age 100, they named him “laughing boy,” because it was all a joke, they being so old and all. … Abraham believed and trusted in God, and in the promises of God, during all those hard and difficult years.
Faith is to trust God deeply in the hard times. Another example of this is from World War II. Cologne, France, had experience three days of saturation bombing by the Allies and people were huddled down in their bomb shelters for protection. On the walls of one of those bomb shelters were scribbled words that became etched into human memory: “I will believe in the sun when it is not shining. I believe in love when there is no feeling. I believe in God when he is absent.” That statement is ;profoundly true and is part of your life and mine. God has promised to be with us in all circumstances and we believe that God is with us to strengthen us in the nastiest of human situations.
I found another example of this in my old sermon files. It was a Tuesday, March 29th, 1977, and I was down at the hospital visiting Gary and Carolyn Spies whose child, Julie Anne Spies, had just been born. It was realized that this child had heart defects. That day, before I left the hospital, I baptized the baby and as I walked out the door, I mentioned to them, “God bless.” Mother Carolyn fired back, “Our child will be a blessing to this world no matter what.” … God said, “All things work together for good for those who know God, who are called according to his purposes.” And when life is cloudy and you can’t see because of your tears, God has promised to be faithful to you.
That is what faith is: to trust in God’s good promises for you during the tough times of life.
Secondly, faith is trusting the promises of God that we will live eternally with Jesus Christ. Jesus said, “Whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” And the question persists today, “Do you believe this?”
One of the great blessings of life for me as a parish pastor is to be with people through their death. This has happened to me so many times in my few decades of life that I have lost track of all the people I have been with during the months and weeks and moments prior to their death. There is a similarity to so many of these people of devout faith in Christ and deep conviction that they will be joined with Christ when they die. I think of a lady by the name of Bertie Glennon who, with her daughter, decided that she was going to die in the home of her daughter. Hospice was called and they were in charge. Bertie had the back bedroom on her daughter’s home, and when I would call on her, it was like a queen was holding court. People, family, friends, children and grandchildren, would come into her bedside; she would hold their hand and have long conversations and say goodbye to them. Here was a woman who was totally at peace with God, totally at peace with Christ, totally at peace with death and her own death. Here was a woman who was totally convinced that God had raised Jesus from the dead and that she too would live with Christ eternally. She had a wall hanging over her, lovingly stitched, which said: “cradled in the wings of the angels forever.” Yes, Bertie was fully convinced that she would be cradled in the wings of the angels of God forever. After her funeral and graveside, I was standing alone over by a tree, and Bertie’s nineteen year old niece approached me and we stood there in silence until the niece said, “ I can hardly wait to get there and be with her.” This niece was also convinced that when she died, she was going to be with Christ.
It seems to me that this faith always involves a leap such as a child leaping from a ladder and trusting that he or see will be caught (e.g. in the children’s sermon for today.) It involves a leap such as Bill Sheridan standing on the balcony with the flames behind him and forty feet of air beneath him and he had to throw his child into the wind, trusting the person with the net below would catch the child. Faith involves a leap, a letting go. There was no proof that the firemen below would catch the child. There was no proof. And so it is with us: there is no proof that God exists, that we will be caught into the everlasting arms. There is risk. This all may be a hoax. This God may all be a big farce, a figment of our imagination and hopes. So there is this leap, this jump, this letting go. There is no proof that there is a God or that God will catch us. We believe in that which is not seen.
Do you believe and jump into the hands of the everlasting God? Or do you stand on the balconies of life, afraid of the fire in back of you but also afraid to jump into the future with God.
Faith is trusting that God will catch us when we fall.
The last thing I want to mention about faith is that we are to trust that all of our sins are truly forgiven and washed away. As you know very well, I am a very normal sinful person. I don’t do it right. Oh yes, some of you may erroneously put me on some pedestal, but I know my heart and the inner workings of my heart and the inner fantasies of my heart and the inner sins of my heart and the degree of selfishness of my heart. I know personally that for me to be save, it must be a gift from God so that God freely forgives me all of my sins and doubts. There is no other way for me to be saved but through forgives, freely given. And you are the same.
To believe in Jesus Christ. To trust his promises for eternal life and forgiveness. I believe. I believe.
I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows.I believe that in the darkest night, a candle glows.I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come and show the way,I believe.I believe above the storm, the smallest prayer will still be heard.I believe that someone in the darkest night, hears every word.Every time I hear a new born baby cry, or touch a leaf, or see the sky,Then I know why, I believe.
I believe in Jesus Christ as my Lord. Amen.


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Nothing Really To Report In

Today has been a pretty uneventful day. Craig and I actually had a day off together, which was nice, we don't get many days off together. We really didn't do much, just kinda hung out, relaxed, watched some tv, we took a nap (8o)~ which I particularly enjoyed since Bravelle is wiping me out these days. Not to mention I was having some pretty bad neck pain last night, which I attribute to stress (when I get stressed, the muscles in my neck and shoulders go into spasms and I get huge knots which press on nerves in my neck) so I took 1/2 a Flexeril last night, and I could barely wake myself up this morning and then I remained sleepy and groggy most of the day.
Bravelle shot #8 went fine tonight. I am praying so hard that my u/s on Friday will show good follie development, that my E2 will have come up to where it needs to be and that we'll be ready to trigger by the weekend!

Okay, thats about all I have to report in tonight. I'm off to bed, 4:30 am comes awefully early for work in the morning!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Stims Check today!

So I went to work this morning at 530 am and worked with my patients until 745 am when my coverage showed up, and then hopped in the car and made the 50 mins trek to my RE's office for my stims check and labwork. The U/S tech there was soooooo nice, (such a huge differnce from the bitch at my old RE's office) although I found it odd that she didn't leave the room for me to undress (they have little alcoves to go in to "drop your drawers" and then you can grab a paper drape and make your way to the table. Now over the last two years I've lost alot of modesty due to my frequent dates with the "vag cam", however streaking across the room bare assed with another person in the room is still a wee bit uncomfortable to me. I'm used to being alone to undress, and quickly dashing to the exam table and dropping my butt and quickly covering up. Oh well....... one more shred of modesty out the door!!

Anyhow, the U/S tech said that my lining looked really really good (it was getting thinned out each month on Clomid). She said I have one lead Follie on my R ovary that is 11.5 mm and one smaller one on the left that is at 7 mm. Today is only CD 9, so I was pretty happy with those results (as on Clomid, I wasn't triggering until CD 22 or 23!!!) So based on the reasoning that follies grow 1-2 mm per day, by Friday I should be good to go with a lead Follie at around 19 mm (I hope and pray). So we finished the u/s and I went out to another area and had some STAT labs drawn (an E2 level --Estradiol level which measure your Estrogen level).

So later this afternoon a nurse called me from the office, and said that Dr. Z. reviewed my U/S and labs, and wants me to stay at my Bravelle dosage (150 iu /night) through Thursday night, and then I will go back on Friday morning for another U/S and more labs. I had been feeling really positive about the morning appointment and felt excited that I was progressing really well. So as I was review my instructions with the nurse, she started to bring me down again. She kinda implied that I didn't have very good development (again its only CD 9!!!!) and she also said that my E2 level was a little low.......... she didn't tell me the number, she just said we'd recheck again on Friday. So, per Dr. Z's directions, I did my shot again tonight. No problems. Thats atleast one thing I'm thankful for is that my shots have remained uneventful up to this point and hopefully they will continue to be that way.

I noticed something interesting this morning, while getting ready for work. Last night when I got into bed, I decided to say the entire rosary. I fnished, laid down, and within 10 mins I was out like a light. Usually I lay there restless and flipping and flopping trying to fall asleep. This is the second night I've said the rosary and slipped right off to sleep. Maybe its the opportunity to shut my mind off and only focus on prayer. Maybe its the calm I feel after knowing I've done something good by saying the rosary and strengthening my relationship with God. I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm going to keep it up as obviously its doing me well.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Its Mothers Day.........

Well, its Mothers Day today, I should be 31 1/2 weeks Pregnant right now, and I should be waddling around with anticipation when my little one will arrive (my EDD was July 13th). Instead I am sitting here, dwelling on the fact that I am so far away from that right now, and it really and truly sucks !!!!! Its so unfair that I and so many other women want nothing more from life right now than to be PG. My birthday is a week from Tuesday (the 20th) and people keep asking me what I want for my birthday, and I want to holler that all I want for my B-day is a baby, or to atleast be PG again with a healthy, lasting Pregnancy. Everything else just seems so trivial and small, like it doesn't matter. Do I want DVD's or CD's or books or clothing for my birthday.....no!!!!!!!! I don't care about any of it.

The harsh reality here, is that I'm knocking on 36's door, and I ask myself every minute of everyday, when will I get my chance?? When will it be my turn. What if I don't get my chance?? Then what will we do??

Its so overwhelming and I'm sure alot of my emotions are multipled right now, compliments of daily injections to try to get me PG. It seems every waking moment all I can think about is "are these meds working?" "when will I get to trigger?, will it be sooner than my most recent disaster cycles on Clomid?" What it comes down to is a neverending stream of "What if's when's, how's and most of all I hopes". Its mentally exhausting to say the least.

I also now more than ever find myself constanting asking God for help with our cause. I can''t tell you how many times a day I say "Please let this work!!" When I say it I guess I'm not really directing it at anyone specifically, but when I really think about it, I guess I'm directing it towards God. I am putting all of my trust and hope and faith in Him and I hope that this time he comes through for us.

Other than that, the Bravelle is going well, last night was Day 5, and like all the other nights, it was uneventful (besides the stinging and burning that lasts for 10 mins after I do each injection) Tonight will be shot # 6 and then tomorrow moning I go for U/S monitoring and bloodwork. Those will determine what meds I'll continue to take. My hope is for maybe another two days of Bravelle and then go time with a little luck!!! I'll be sure to keep all posted here.

I should finish this up, my mom will be coming over shortly to celebrate Mothers Day with us, we'll have a nice dinner, tons of laughs as always and good times. I just wish that I were celebrating our sucess too. For now, I'll have to spend the day appreciating my Mother for the outstanding woman she is, and always has been, I've always said "If I can be 1/2 the mother to my child that my mother was/is to me, I'll be a thriving success as a parent." I pray I'll get that chance very soon.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Sooooo tired!

Let me start by saying that I'm pooped!!

I don't think I even slept 30 mins last night!! I rolled into my favorite sleeping position at about 10:30 pm, and was looking and the clock every 20-30 minutes. At 2 am I really started to get annoyed and by 3 am I was ripped mad! I rolled over and there was my husband WIDE AWAKE!! Neither of us could sleep!! And let me tell you, when you have to be at work at 5:15 am, and its 3:15 am and you still haven't slept, its not a good place to be in!!! I think I finally dozed off right before the alarm went off at 4:30 am, so lets just say I felt like a walking zombie at work today. And, no I don't have a desk job where I can muttle through..... I work with patients from 6:15 am on. Luckily my day was cut short as our patient census was lower today, so I went home at noon today (still almost 7 hours on no sleep) but better than being stuck there until 4 pm today!! Needless to say its just about 9 pm and I'm very much ready for bed. Craig and I were talking about our sleepless night a little while ago, while getting ready to eat dinner and it dawned on us that we both drank alot of caffeine before bed last night. I had a Pepsi, which I haven't had in atleast 6 months, let alone @ 7:30 pm!!! Craig was no better, as he drank a diet coke (which he never drinks anything with caffeine that late either!) So hopefully we'll both sleep like rocks when we head to bed soon!

Tonight was onto Bravelle shot # 4. Uneventful, just like last night. Its not nearly as big a deal as I anticipated it to be. However, I simply cannot stop certain thoughts from running through my mind as I prep each injection. And that thought is "I never ever thought it would come to jabbing myself with needles every night". But as I've said many times, I'm more than willing if it gets us Pregnant!!

One one last note, I want to briefly talk about a blog that I came across today. It is heartbreaking about a couple who had a baby, and the wife died shortly after having the baby. Her husband has been posting a daily blog. I cried today reading his blog and seeing slide shows of the baby. It is an eye opening reminder to live each day to the fullest and to love and appreciate the one you are with every minute of every day. I encourage you to check out his blog:
http://www.mattlogelin.com/

Okay, thats about it for me, I'm ready to head to bed!!

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Emotions Running Wild!

Day 3 Bravelle shot complete!!! Uneventful. Tonights' shot didn't hurt as bad as last nights. And a weird thing about that..... last nights shot hurt like heck but I don't have a bruise on that side but I do on the left from night #1. So it should be intersting to see if I have a bruise tomorrow from tonights shot on the left side again.

I had high hopes to not be so emotional on injectibles like I was on Clomid, but I guess thats not going to be the case. Earlier this afternoon, I wanted to cry at stupid things I saw on TV, and I thought to myself, well, better that than being a moody crab ass. Well about 90 mins later, I was sooooo grumpy I was miserable. Luckily I was able to pull myself out of that mood before Craig got home from work. This whole ride is tressful enough without having to get into stupid arguments over nothing so I'm going to do my best to not let that happen.

In non-IF news, I finally made my fabric covered headboard today. It came out soooo pretty! I'm so proud of it. I'll have to post a few pics when I take them and load them.

I guess thats about all I have to report in today. Nothing else exciting going on. I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday and that I have the weekend off. We're having my mom over to celebrate Mothers Day on Sunday, so I'll have a busy weekend cleaning and working on a few projects.

And speaking of Mothers' day, how I wish I was still PG and would be like 9 weeks from my EDD. That would be soooo nice instead of being in the middle of shots to the belly every night.
Oh well....... all I can do is pray for the best results from all our efforts this month. Lord, Hear my Prayers.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Bravelle.......the Mini-Series

ha ha ha.......
the title for this blog just popped into my head. Thats what this week has felt like already, a whirlwind of sorts. It almost feels as though I'm watching all this from the outside. Like I'm doing all of it, going through the motions, but watching it all happen. AF arrived Sunday, I called my RE Monday to confirm my med dosages, schedule labs and U/S all while I was at work, stressing and arranging to get my last box of bravelle shipped to me by Weds (after calling several mail order pharmacies to find out that 4 itsy bitsy little vials of Bravelle (enough for two days) would cost me $230, all out of pocket, (thanks shitty insurance!). Luckily for me, I found someone selling some leftover meds and managed to get my hands on a box of Bravelle for $75 plus $11 shipping. BIG BARGAIN for us. It really does seem that things are working out quite well so far as well as timing, and getting meds etc. Tuesday while again working, I got ahold of Freedom Pharmacy, faxed in my script for Ovidrel and arranged for that to come to me at work and made it through my day. Today while once again at work on the clinic floor, I sighed my first breath of relief when my Ovidrel arrived from Fed Ex. Then my second sigh of relief came when the Post office delivered my COD box of Bravelle, I opened it to be sure it was the real deal and paid for that. A whirlwind............ for certain.

Tonight was Bravelle shot number two! Last night my nerves were rattled, as your aware if you read yesterdays blog. Tonight, a piece of cake!!! My nerves were calm (probably because my husband was home which distracted me up until shot time. I breezed through drawing up my injection, no problems at all. Tonights target was to the right of my belly button (last night was the left side). Apparently the skin on the right side must be alot tougher, because I had a hard time getting the needle in. It went, but it didn't glide in like last nights did. And man does that stuff sting like mad........ and burn like my stomach is on fire afterwards. I'm not complaining by any means, since I believe this will be the month we get PG!!!

I do have a bruise from last nights injection, so I imagine I'll have a bruise tomorrow from tonights as well. I imagine by the end of it I'll have a circle of bruises around my belly button! Won't that be pretty!!! I don't know if its my imagination or what, but most of today I have these little noticable pains where my ovaries are, on both sides. Maybe its these big fancy meds waking my tired ass ovaries up and making them work!!! Speaking of tired, I think these meds are making me pooped! I was ready for bed at 8 pm but I'm fighting to stay up until atleast 9 or so.

I guess thats about all for now. Oh..... on the faith and prayer front, I spent about 30 minutes last night saying my entire rosary and offering up some prayers which included sucess for us this cycle, strength and improved health for my aunt who is now battling breast cancer (after beating an extreemly rare form of lymphoma on her brain and is now 100% lymphoma free) and of course I said some prayers for my TTTC nestie girls as well. It feels good to take some time to process my feelings and feel like I am once again connecting with my faith in God.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

And So It Begins!!!

Well, AF arrived on Sunday, which was CD1. I called my RE on Monday morning to schedule U/S and Labs and to confirm my injectibles dosages. So today, Tuesday 5/6/08 is CD3 and day 1 of Bravelle. I am doing 150 iu at night between 6 pm and 9pm. I have to admit that I had a pretty good case of the nerves going about 2 hours before Injection time. So much so that I began racing around the house trying to think of things to take my mind off "shootin' up". So I gave both dogs a bath (no easy feat-- one is 55 pounds and one is 85 pounds-- usually Craig and I tag team bathtime). Then when they were sqeaky clean I decided to color my hair. By that point my nerves were rattled enough to make my Mitral Valve Prolapse kick into gear a bit and I started getting the racey heart thing going to boot. So I re-watched the Bravelle video online to re-assure myself I knew what I was doing.

The one thing I think I was bummin' about was the fact that Craig wasn't home tonight for my first dose. Totally not his fault, beyond his control, I'm sure he'd much rather have been home with me to support me rather than closing the restaurant tonight. Not that I needed him to do my shot or anything, I think I would have liked having his moral support more than anything else. Craig is my calm. When I get a little crazy-whacky, he grounds me and reminds me I am capable and I can get it done.

Fast forward to 7:40 pm and I said to myself "Self----Its Go Time". I gathered all my supplies, and headed into my bathroom (which I had manically scrubbed down and disinfected an hour before shot time). Just like back when I had to give myself my first Ovidrelle shot back in the fall, as soon as its Med time, I kick into "Nurse Betty" gear and my nerves disappear and I just got to the task at hand. I guess thats where working in the medical field for the last 15 years comes in handy.

I mixed my Bravelle with the 0.9% NS (1 ml of NS with two vials of Bravelle). No problems, a piece of cake actually. Then it was shot time. I must admit, that I did go the wimpy route and ice before injecting my shot, and I'm glad I did. Bravelle stung and burned like a mo'fo!!!! Zowie!!! And it burned for a good 10 mins post shot to it!!!!

So thats it!! I have a date with Bravelle for the next 5 nights @ 7:45 pm!! I am praying so hard that this is going to be our cycle. I just feel this is going to be it. I feel it in my heart. I'm going to try to start doing some things this cycle that will be good for my soul and my mind and my faith. I'm going to pray every night ( I already do but will so even more at this point), I am going to remain calm and unstressed. I'm going to let everything roll and let nothing push me over the edge. I'm going to eat healthy fruits for snacks and will of course be hitting the pineapple after O day! This is it!! Come the beginning of June we WILL be getting wonderful news!!!!!!!

For this I hope and pray.