Crunch time-

From here on out, I have plans every weekend until the end of September. Deep breaths! My friend's wedding is at the end, and before that we have lots of wedding stuff to prepare and celebrate, and A's birthday (going to make him a Star Trek cake, if things come together), plus some nephew's birthdays, and... yeah. We're going to be busy around here!

I'm still trying really hard to get this money tucked away for this cycle. We might have to push it back until November. I really really really don't want to do that though. If push comes to shove, I'll probably allow myself a natural cycle while we wait. No hopes there, but at least I'd have a break from the evil BCPs. I don't know. I'm still hoping we'll have all the money together by then. I feel way more confident about injects... I got pregnant on 2 out of 3 ovulatory cycles on them, so they have a better track record for me.

I have a hard time believing that it's almost September. I think that hits me every year, the moment where you go, "Holy moly, it's almost fall!"

I feel like there's so much left to do this year, and so little time. All the stuff in September, then Halloween (almost finished my costume, still gotta work on A and V's though!), then the possible cycle, Thanksgiving, V's party (think we're doing it a couple weeks before Christmas this year, we got snowed out last year!), then Christmas, and then V's actual birthday... I am not at all prepared for the marathon that is the tail end of 2013! At least it'll keep me busy? Ha!

I'll let you in on the costumes. You remember that I said we would all be going "Doctor Who" themed? Okay. I'm rather proud of myself so far, for an amateur seamstress. I turned this out (keep in mind it's NOT done yet- this is just the base) ->

Now, if you don't know what this is supposed to be, that's alright! It's the base for my Dalek costume though. The gold is a bit darker in real life, and I still need sensor balls (trying to figure out the logistics), and then I want to make a headpiece to match. The fabric was on clearance for realy cheap (squee!) and the pattern was only $1 at Wa.l.mart. Super happy with the results! I did a pretty shoddy job, but it's a costume- it just needs to look the part, not be perfect.

A is planning on being the 4th Doctor (Tom Baker) since that's his favorite. I got him this scarf for his birthday (while it was on sale- it's $20 off a lot, just have to keep an eye on it), and I let him go ahead and open it. He tried it on and played with it for awhile, so I think he likes it hahaha. So it's a neat present, and can be used for his costume. We just need to get serious about our thrift store hunting for the rest of his costume.

V is going to be the 10th Doctor (David Tennant). I hope! He plays with his hair a lot, and gets it stuck up just like the Doctor's, then we proceed to chuckle about his crazy hair and... it just works! I need to find him a cheap little suit, and some Converse sneakers.

So that's the plan! V also has a tiger costume my mom picked up, in case we want him to wear that to other things (like the zoo's Halloween thing), but I like the family themed thing. We never did that as a kid, and I think it's neat. I'll admit, Neil Patrick Harris' family and their themes get me every Halloween now- right in the feels! And I love dressing up, even if we're just sitting on the porch passing out candy I need to have a costume!

I'm really trying to pace myself and make the most of this season. We had a cold snap, but it's gotten warm again, so most days I hang laundry then chill with V in his inflatable pool for a bit. Just trying to soak in the last of summer! I feel a little silly lounging in his blow up pool, but who cares? We have a good time out there! He's come a long way since we first got him a pool, he was scared of it but now he runs right to it and tries to get in- properly clothed or not! We've very lucky that we can have that moment too. It's nice to be able to just relax and enjoy the peace.

Sooo, here's what's been going on-

Well, I finally called about the saline ultrasound. I got both the diagnostic and the procedure codes, and.... I'll be honest, I don't even know why we're paying for this insurance half the time. Insurance is great in emergencies (sometimes) but for your everyday medical needs it kind of blows.

First of all, the procedure is for my abnormal bleeding. It's "covered" but requires prior-authorization. Furthermore, as I have not met my deductible, I'd have to pay 100%. Soooo... yeah. The only reason I'd have it authorized is so it can count towards my deductible. Which doesn't feel like a very big incentive to me.

It's pretty expensive out of pocket, so we're not going to have it done at this time. I really don't think there's an issue, I just wanted to be sure, you know? Our only indication for it is the breakthrough bleeding on BCP, I don't have any issues while ovulatory. Both Dr. J and Dr. M said it would be nice, but were okay with not doing it too. I've taken that stance myself. It would be nice, and if I had some coverage I'd be all over it, but as it is... I'll have to pass for now.

Aside from that, I've upped my Inositol to 4g a day- so far no issues. I'm counting down the days now! Things are very busy right now, and will only get busier as the weeks go on. From here until the end of September I have plans pretty much every single weekend... all culminating in my friend's wedding! Not much longer!

Otherwise, I've been visiting with my sister and mediating various family drama.

About my last post, I should have clarified, but I was venting. It was about my mother and sister. My mother is mentally ill and I don't know how to tell her to mind her own business. She gossips, she's very needy, and if I tell her I don't want to talk about it she will cry, she will take it personally, probably stop talking to me for awhile, and then she'll gossip about it. It's complicated. As for my sister, she only comes up every two years- she asked in front of a large group of family, at a kid's birthday party. I thought my sister would know better honestly, I didn't expect it at all! It's one thing if she asked me over the phone, but at the party in front of my aunt, uncle, and cousins... just not an appropriate time.

However, it's true that I should figure out how to deal with these questions better, because deflection will only go so far. Right now though, my mother has already had multiple meltdowns this week over family drama (most made up in her head, god love her), and my sister is leaving Friday. When I have a chance I will figure out a standard response. I really don't know how to handle my mother, it will require a extreme level of tact and compassion... but I'll get it figured out. I usually do- it comes with the territory.

What else is going on?... I don't even know. I need a few days to recharge, because it's been one thing after another around here. I really do hope that thing start to settle down and lighten up around here.

Arrrggghhhh

"Have you given anymore thought to trying again?"

"Have you considered going back to treatments?"


Twice in the last two days? Really?

No. Okay. No. I haven't given it ANY thought. Ever. It's not like it haunts me or anything. It's not like the new-nephew-baby-mania doesn't bring up those feelings of inadequacy, but yeah... this is the perfect time to ask me that.

Their hearts are in the right place. I know. I KNOW.

But I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to be pestered, I don't want the pity, the intrusion. So I dodged. And dodged. I've managed to steer the conversation tactfully, while not really answering. I mention how treatments cost money, and there's a lot of stuff involved... blah blah blah, implications of stuff, then I steer that conversation right out of that whole area.

Still. This is the second time my mother had asked in the last couple months.

She might be on to me.

Pffftttttttt....

Yeah. The water main was not fixed properly, so it started leaking again. We spent most of last weekend without water while that got resolved (hopefully for the LAST TIME).

 My brother had his baby, and much mocha was drank. Lots of sappy things were posted. Some felt abrasive to my heart, not through any fault of his own. Just bragging about how she managed the pregnancy, with no medical issues, worked till the end, how it was the longest pregnancy, and so on and so on. I know he was praising her, but in the process he was making light of what others may have went through. I'm just being sensitive, and he's a proud papa, which is why I'm not saying anything.

It's yet another reminder of how my reality differs from almost everyone I know.

Speaking of which, many pregnancy announcements were had. Some made me so freakin' happy! While some made me happy, but also reminded me... you know, that is never ever in a million years going to be me. I'm not saying I'll never get pregnant, I mean announce early, be giddy, have it come without massive medical intervention and demand upon my person... ain't gonna happen.

I feel resentful that not only did treatments fail to work so far, but that we have to wait before we can even try again. I'm not resentful against anyone, I mean it's not anyone's fault my body is stupid and our finances leave something to be desired... I'm just mad at the universe I guess. I'm mad at our insurance. I'm mad at life. I guess you could say I've reached the anger stage of the grieving process?

Maybe it's just the hormones. My BCP is back to the "ya shall bleed one week, then not the next, but then the next week, and not the next..." And I want a dozen cookies, hosed down with a glass of milk.

Pfft... whatever.

Musings-

The other day I snapped this picture, and only later really looked at it. It's V with Sebastian's tree. Both are growing so much. The tree has already reached maximum height, but each year its trunk grows thicker and its branches fuller. It flowers and bears more fruit, which never gets harvested; not  by us anyway.

Some thoughts have been percolating and I've been processing them.

You know, the same: I'm afraid of getting pregnant, and I'm afraid of not. I'm afraid of losing again. And I'm afraid that whatever went right with V won't ever be repeated.

My urge to try again both grows more resolved and more lenient. The urgency has died down since we started our break. Part of me is still anxious to come back in October, while part of me argues, "What's the rush? March is as good a time as any." Financially it would be easier to wait until then, but I've been preparing myself (physically and emotionally) for October. We could try in November, maybe. Or December, January, even February... sure. But I hate driving two hours round trip in the snow; it makes me anxious.

I just want another baby. I don't want to try, or go through hell again. I'd be happy if I could just know that somewhere down the road it will happen. Who am I  kidding? I'd be happy if I could know that it won't too, because then I could start processing the inevitability. Not that it would make it easier, but it would give me more time.

Part of me looks at this string of bad luck, and wonders if I should take it as a sign. That I should cool my heels and wait for things to find their balance again. But that argument is illogical; I have no faith in signs. Pfft. If signs held true, then our other pregnancies would have made it. Things would have been easier when I was pregnant with V. Life would have taken a very different path a long time ago.

I have no control. I want to take the reigns and drive my own path. I have no clear direction, only a feeling of where I need to go.

We're on a break, but at the same time we're not. I'm crunching the numbers and throwing everything back that I can. I'm taking pills and preparing my reserves. Saying I'm on a break feels like a misnomer. The pressure is off in some ways, but it's crushing in others. And yet, we aren't trying right now. We're trying to try.

And these same thoughts, this same trying to try feeling, has already been hashed out. I guess I'm still hashing it out. I'm stuck in limbo. Forgive me; there isn't much else I can do but twiddle my thumbs and wait for the next day, then the next month, and so on. I feel very idle, like I'm not doing anything. I mean, I am... in  way... but I'm not.

My brother's baby was due a couple days ago (on the same day I was due with Little Bit) and they're still waiting for him to arrive. The waiting feels heavy to me, like there's weight added to my own brevity of fertility, and my failure at sustaining life. Little Bit was never very real to me, I lost it so fast. I barely got to say hello, before I said good bye. I felt, before I even took the test, that it wasn't going to last. I tried, I did what we could with the information available, but it wasn't enough. What was it my doctor said at the time... probably implantation failure. Not really much comfort in that.

I never really blamed myself for my losses though. I blamed our lack of knowledge. I blamed my womb of doom (and the evil ovary duo). But never myself. Could I have switched doctors sooner, or demanded more testing... maybe. It won't change the fact that they're gone though. Time can't be rewritten, it can only be used to shape the future. We did the best that we could with the information available. We used what we learned to successfully bring V into the world.

And we'll never know what went right. I mean, what precisely went right. Was it just him? Was it one factor, or the sum of all the parts? Who knows.

Little Bit is still an obscure concept to me. I lost him quickly. I kept my distance, hardened my heart and put up my shields. I loved him, and I mourned him, but by that point I didn't have much left to give. I was so spent. My soul was battered, my heart shattered under the blow of so many hammers: infertility, loss, loss, invasive treatments, financial strain, and insurmountable uncertainty.

I want to say that our parallel pregnancies are nothing alike, but I daren't jinx them. Things can go wrong, my sister and I are proof enough of that, though our families never acknowledge it. I wish them the best, them and their shadow baby, really I do.

I just wish I didn't feel so bitter at times.

(Don't you know, as soon as I posted this her water broke.)

Lost and Found-

Things have been kind of mellow (I'm shocked too). I'm not stressed about the microwave, the one we have works well enough for now. I do plan on replacing it before Christmas, but for now I don't really care as much as I thought I would. The dryer... I don't mind hanging the clothes out for now. It's a little inconvenient, and the hair/lint on darker colored things bothers me (comforters are going to have to make their way to the laundromat *shudder*) but I'm cool. The weather is nice enough that it's not a huge issue. It actually gives me a little moment of quiet peace, taking it out there and hanging it while V plays. I hang the clothes, then retreat to my bench, and just watch the little guy run loose. I guess you could say it's actually given me a bit of zen about things.

Which is weird, because it's actually more work for me. The laundry is now all my domain, while before it was A's.

I'm still taking my supplements. I should call about coverage for the saline ultrasound soon. I keep putting things off, telling myself I can deal with it later. Which is true enough, but it's almost August now. I need to get on things. My BCPs isn't working either, so I'll have to call about that too. I feel much better since the partial root canal and the course of antibiotics. I have to finish the root canal soon, but for now... whew. Such a relief.

I'm trying to focus on my diet, and doing okay. I could do better, but I've made some progress. Seriously, it is way to easy to gain and such a pain to lose. I should heed that lesson, and take better care. It would mean less work for me.

We shook things up here, by choice, last week. As you may recall, we lost both our dogs last year, and I wasn't planning on getting a new one for a very long time. I had them both for around 13 years, and the thought of going through that again was too much. I still miss them so much. Then, as time passed I started to miss having a dog in general, too. I started following our dog pound and humane society on FB, not with the intention of getting a dog anytime soon... just to see (who am I kidding, right?) A has been hinting that he wanted another dog too. I think his desire for a new dog was much stronger than mine, but he didn't want to say anything because I made my stance very clear- in a few years, not now.

So of course, the perfect dog popped up. And we adopted him.

They think he's 3-4 years old, and he's a Chihuahua. He was a stray, and no one turned up to claim him; he'd been there a week. He has a skin condition, I believe he may have been living off of table scraps, his nails were so long they curled under and it was hard for him to walk, and there are some signs of possible past abuse. We have to get him his shots, and neutered, but right now he has kennel cough and we're trying to determine the cause of his skin issue (he's on antibiotics and antihistamines).

The past few days have been a learning experience, as we discover who he is and what he's been through. He really is a sweet dog though, totally ignores the cats, doesn't mind V at all, and already latched onto A and myself. He's not leash trained (I think it's something more than that, possibly abuse related), so that's something we have to work on.

So that's the crazy thing we did last week. And oddly enough, I don't regret it. I feel like I should, since the timing wasn't the best, but I guess sometimes life works out like that. We already love him, and A is just... entirely smitten.

If it's not one thing...

After my last post I came down with a headache. Which followed up with a toothache. Then waves of stabbing pain, which hurt so much I simultaneously cried and had to stop myself from vomiting whilst passing out. By Friday, it was so unbearable I knew I needed to get in with the emergency dentist. So off we went, only to be told they couldn't figure it out. The pain was too general, it was so widespread I could not pinpoint which tooth was the offender. So they prescribed some antibiotics and pain killers, and I called  my regular dentist for an emergency appointment. I would have went to them in the first place, but there was no way they were getting me in on a Friday like that. No. way.

So after a weekend of antibiotics/pain killers I was able to isolate which tooth hurt (rather than my whole jaw being on fire with pain). Looks like it became abscessed... yay me. They went ahead and drilled a hole into it today (basically the start of a root canal), to help it drain and relieve some of the pressure. After the Novocaine wore off, I've been feeling much better. Even my intense migraine has subsided a bit. THANKFULLY. I swear, I was starting to lose it from the pain. I have to call tomorrow to schedule the root canal, but for now things are a little easier.

Seriously, my luck is going to change soon right? We have got to be turning the corner!