Weekend Project

I love having a weekend to catch up and needed projects around the house. I decided my old ugly brown door needed a face lift during spring break, but I never uploaded the pictures of it. Due in part to the fact that I got a new camera and wasn't sure exactly how to do it. I had a before picture, but I am pretty sure I deleted it to make room for some other pictures... oops, will upload pics regularly starting now. Anyway here is my "new" rustic blue door. It is kinda hard to see the sanding, but I am loving it!
This weekend we finally got around to hanging the drapes in the living room, it only took the two years we have been here. But I had been dragging my feet, not wanting to plunk down the cold hard cash on them. I had been drooling over these from Pottery Barn for forever. I needed four panels for my bay window, and if it weren't for the $119.00 price tag for each, I would probably have sucked it up.

Then last night, while the husband ditched me on our weekend grocery shopping for the Red Sox, I found in the most unexpected place, the look-alike silk drapes I have been searching for. And the best part, they only cost a whopping $16.00 a panel! Woo-Hoo! So I quickly called the hubs, had him measure the window, just to make sure and picked up the last four in my color. So where did I find these gorgeous drapes you ask? Wal-Mart!! I was so surprised. I couldn't find a picture online of them up close. Here is the before

And the after ( I don't know what I did to the lighting)

And then just one more picture that deserves some attention

And that is the end to another great weekend!

Pregnant??

Well, not yet... but the good news is we are finally done with the testing!! Yeah!! Which means, we could be there very soon. We are going be doing three rounds of IUI, due to my man hating vagina. The doctor did find some other things in the tubes, but did what could, and apparently doesn't think the rest is a problem. I start on clomid tomorrow. I will use a OPK to detect ovulation. That is the part that makes me nervous, pressure is on to read those colors. I will let them know when I see the color change, and we will go in the next day and fingers crossed, come out pregnant!!

I read that the first artificial insemination was done in 1908 using a donor sperm, which turned out to be the doctor that performed the procedure. He did not tell the husband until the wife became pregnant, and then they both decided not to tell the wife what had happened. Could this really be true?? I am skeptical. But, I do like the fact that it has been successful for over 100 years.

Anyone know anyone that has had a similar experience???

Avoidance

I have writer's block.
I have writer's block because there is only one thing I want to blog about- fertility, or the lack thereof, it is the only thing I can think about when I look at a new post.

I suppose I was hoping that if I would write about something else, this infertility issue would just disappear, or even more accurately, it would be a minor blip on the radar, a bump in the road. No one would ever have to know I was going through it, because I thought I would end up with a baby in my belly. Keep it my little secret. Of course I would tell people after the fact, just not until I was at the finish line.

Enough avoiding the topic. Here it is, all that has been going on in my head. Sorry if I sound like a whinny baby. Just give me a moment to clear my thoughts, so I can escape from writers block and put myself out there.

Even though no one has yet to say babies are not possible, they are throwing around big, scary words like tubal disease, endometriosis, IUI and worse, IVF. These words mean it will take a lot more than my husband and I to have a baby. Now there will be a room full of people. No more POAS, and thinking of ways to tell people. No more surprising my husband. No more fun in trying. And then, of course, there is the small insignificant monetary issue. No insurance coverage. My insurance stops covering infertility when they diagnose there is a problem and need some help. They pretty much say "oh, you are infact infertile...good luck with that."

I will be calling tomorrow to find out when the Laparsocopy surgery is to take place. My guess is somewhere in the next two weeks. My TWW has changed in meaning. After this surgery we will/should know what the next step is. Possible outcomes:
1. Fixed whatever made my tubes "slow moving" and free to try on our own some more.
2. Not able to fix "slow moving tubes". Will need help getting pregnant. Which means either
a. put our money on a couple rounds of IUI. Move affordable, could pay for a round or two, but not as successful as IVF OR b. move straight to IVF. and will need to figure out how to sell a kidney on the black market for funding...
3. Adoption. Not sure I am ready for this.

My husband has already come up with the solution. Ship me off to Australia to live with his parents for six months, claim residency, and then take advantage of the socialized medicine and do IVF for FREE! The free part is tempting, but don't worry, we wouldn't really do that.

I could go on, as how I still have trouble believing that this is really happening to me. I am healthy, my husband is healthy, we are young and active. Seriously. I told my mom I wasn't too worried about having tubal disease because there is no way I could actually have it, but my always positive mom throws in the "well you never know." I know she doesn't want me to be oblivious to the possiblity, but it was not helpful. I need her to be positive. (And my doctor to tell me that he would do IVF pro bono if I were to need it. Can doctors do that? They should)

Okay, I am done. For now anyway, as I cannot promise I won't have an update after surgery.

I would like to close with advice. DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT ask a magic eight ball questions. I now believe that they are pestimistic smat asses. And after some profuse shaking, it admitted it was indeed demonic.

Just a Little

Three miles is not much to add, but I talked the hubs into running with me, and it was the first run since being sick (I wanted to die sickness) and some puppy chow, but at least I made it. And I need to get back into the swing of things, swimsuit season is quickly approaching.

We looked for tickets to Australia and found some for around 800.00! Woo Hoo! Now we just have to book those, and then from there to Bali. Right now we are thinking it is going to be about $ 2,000 less than we originally thought! So excited, I wasn't sure it was really going to work out! I do love having the summers off!

Physically Impossible

I am a firm believer that it is an impossiblity to lose weight while puppy chow is in the house. Unless of course, you hate chocolate or are tragically allergic to peanuts.

Unfortunately for me, after I have snacked on half of the bag, I just cant see the point in going to the gym, as I don't believe 5 miles of running would equal out that kind of damage. So I decided to skip the workout, finish the bag, and start fresh tomorrow.

Whoever made this for us for valentines day, please resist the urge to be so sweet next year, a card will sufice!

Finally

I am feeling better. A mild cough after an outdoor run on Wednesday quickly turned into the flu or some other horrible virus. I have lived on the couch since Wednesday night. Literally. Not moving further than to check my temp and remedicate. I was meant to go to professional development on Friday but had to cancel. I was hoping by Saturday my 102 temp would be down and I would be able to run in my early morning race, but alas it was not meant to be and my husband and I instead at ice cream for dinner on the couch for Valentine's Day, which was actually my highlight of the weekend.

As I was still miserable last night, I called my boss to let her know I would be taking the day. I was so surprised when she seemed highly annoyed that I was calling in sick, which I have never done in four years, until now. I have always hated the catch up that comes with having a substitute.

So now I was sitting on the couch feeling miserable AND guilty for taking a day off work! I sat wondering if I was being a baby, and if I should just suck it up. But really more hurt that I was left feeling irresponsible for being sick.

The Newest Trend

I feel like a grandma! I have taken up crocheting. All for a good cause of course, I am making a beanie for my friend's baby shower. It is going to be an adorable soft white hat, with the cutest coral/pink flower on the side. I had been thinking of needing to do something while watching my weekly shows (I can't help it, I am addicted and my husband works till ten most nights), so I was not mindlessly sitting. Sewing needed a room, not a couch, so it was between knitting and crocheting. At this point I didnt even know how to spell the word "crochet", but MeeMa told me that knitting was harder, and took longer to fix a mistake, so I quickly decided which would be my new hobby. I had my mom show me how on Thursday, and all weekend I practiced my single stitch and double stitch. Okay, not all weekend. I did manage to see He's Just Not That Into You- which I thought was great. But I actually sat on the couch and crocheted while hanging out with friends. Friends that I had driven three hours to see for the weekend. I kept thinking I needed to put it down, and act my age, but I was obsessed with mastering it. I told my mom how I felt 80, and she informed me that it is a new trend, coming back in... hmmm my mom (who is a grandma) is telling me about the upcoming trends? of crocheting?? I think I need to get out more!