Thanks!!

Thanks to everyone for all of my "Birthday Wishes"! All in all, it was tons of fun. Barry rocks, as usual, and he bought me a Wii AND a beautiful dozen pink roses. :swoon:

I suck at Wii, but I am having so much fun. Yes, I am still a child! Okay, now I have to decide what to take to the 4th cookout.... any suggestions?

Here we go again...

I guess we'll be trying again come September or October. After injects, a trigger shot and 4 beautiful follicles, my progesterone on 9dpo was a 2.6! I guess that was my body giving me the finger, ya think?

We are going to increase the meds, stim for a shorter amount of time, use a stronger trigger and take progesterone from the get-go. I will also be monitored much more closely this time around.

Now all I need is for the deployment to end.


Big sigh...

Only 12 more weeks or so...

until Barry's battalion packs up and gets the hell outta Dodge, er, well, Iraq. Our visit was wonderful. It was so nice to have us time even if it was peppered with sadness from his father's illness. We spent every other day at his parents house... and then did something fun or relaxing the other days. We ate at every restaurant in NWA, lol. I'm not really joking.

Barry's father is at home with Hospice care, and he continues to have his good days and bad. I am worried that he will pass and Barry will not get to be here form his funeral. Barry said his goodbye while he was here, but it still weighs heavily on my mind.


On the TTC front, My first round of inject was a breeze. My body was very slow to react, but now we have a much better idea of what to do when we have the next round. I feel that this was a test run, so I have very little hopes of getting that elusive BFP... but I guess stranger things have happened, right?

Who knows maybe Barry will come home to a preggo belly. I can hope, can't I??

Until next time!

Bittersweet Visit

For those of you who I haven't gotten around to telling... Barry will be coming home today for approximately 2 weeks. I am very happy to see him but saddened by the reason for his visit.

Barry's father is gravely ill and will not be with us much longer. He is currently at his home with hospice care. Hospice is administering pain management only at this time. He has not eaten for days, and refuses any type of help with nutrition.

Please say a prayer that Barry will be home in time to talk with his father before he passes.

I'l be gone for a few days from here, but will update soon.

Letters I never send...

Wow, work has really gotten in the way of my blogging lately. The good news is that we only have 6 more days of school! I am so excited to start my summer, but I'm also bummed that Barry won't be here. We spend so much time together in the outdoors...I always notice his absence more when I'm playing or working outside.



Anyway, the reason for this entry is something completely different. I find that I have been writing Barry quite a few letters lately... letters that I have not sent. These letters are pages of my feelings, insecurities about everything and about our struggle with IF. When I write them, I feel like it is a way for me to get out what I would say to him if he were here... yet I can't bring myself to put them in the mail. I feel that he has enough on his plate without worrying that I'm catching the next train to the crazy farm. Instead, I write these letters, put them away, and then start over and write a letter that is full of surface information only. I don't know what this says about me. I have no issue with sharing my feelings with Barry. We are very open and honest, yet I feel the need to protect him while he is not just my husband, but a soldier.

Maybe when he gets home I will give them to him.... then again, probably not.

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!!!

I'm doing a dance today. I had my repeat HSG today. My right tube is open... and beautiful:)

I was so nervous that it would be blocked, but the dye went through so easily I was almost shocked. That means we can try injects before moving on to IVF!!!! I can't wait to tell Barry! We might get to have a baby the sort-of old fashioned way. Well, old fashioned meaning there will be sex with my husband... instead of a man in a lab mixing everything up in a petri dish!

Now I just need to get my hubby home!

My personality...

I realize that I am a bit too outspoken, brutally honest and overly sarcastic. Sorry to say, I think I might spontaneously combust if I weren't being a sarcastic jackass. I have had a few people as of late try to say that my type of humor is inappropriate. You know what? Screw them. I have come to realize that most people that don't like me... aren't smart enough to understand my jokes. Well, the joke is on them. Yes, I shoot my mouth off quite often, but you know what, I am a genuinely nice person. I can listen, give great advice, respect differing opinions and laugh at myself. I have been letting the negativity of others make me second guess myself lately and it pisses me off. This is me, plain and simple. Take me or leave me. I refuse to "take it down a notch". You either get all or none of me. Man. I feel better already! Don't recruit me for fun, and then bash me on the other side.


Second, WTF is up with the jealousy and name calling regarding friendships and cliques?? Yes, in life, there will be groups of people that migrate toward the same things. It's called common sense. Not everyone will get along. Not everyone will like you, me, her, him or any of our opinions. Get over it. If you don't like me or my clique, then move your ass along. You can't have the best of both worlds. You get us or you don't. Don't ask us to leave and then get pissy because we have chosen to carry on our fun outside of your area. Why is it that the person who sits on the bench always knows how to play the game better than those on the court??? Cliques are not groups of people that drew the same lottery numbers, we're people who TALK to others, we put ourselves out there to find friendships. If you have a problem with friendships that do not include you, step it up and see if you'd fit in. We're fun... I was the new girl once upon a time. Now I'm that annoying one;)



If you have no clue what I'm harping about... consider yourself lucky. If you do know, either join in on the fun, or put your jealousy card away b/c we're not accepting them at this time.