Random Tuesday

Ready for some Random Tuesday?  Here I go!

Hubby needs a new car.  After some discussion we decided on a minivan.  I have always said that I will not drive a minivan so he asked me if I was on drugs when I agreed to test drive one.  We went for the test drive this weekend.  As Jason was pulling the minivan out of the parking spot to pick me up I almost threw up right there over the prospect of being a minivan mom.  The whole test drive I had to remind myself that I couldn't throw up in the minivan.  After some more discussion we decided that the minivan is not for us!  We are now looking at Explorer's or Pathfinder's.

The girls and I have been sick for the last two weeks.  I am finally feeling better, but Cam is struggling.  She is really snotty and having a hard time sleeping.  I've tried sucking the snot out with the bulb thingy.  She freaks out with a capitol F.  She has a humidifier in her room.  I don't really know if it works, but I'm still using it.  Mama Donna Hey is a tired lady!

Puxatawnie Phil can take a flying leap.  I am so over winter.  We have had so much snow!  Even Shane at Calgary Daddy said he wasn't getting as much snow as us in Canada! 

Avery got signed up for Preschool yesterday.  When I first got the info about when the sign up was the director told me that Avery needed to come along with my husband because there would be a tour.  So I got up at 5AM to get ready because the registration started at 7AM.  Got the girls up at 6:30AM.  Drove in the freezing rain for us to be there for 5 minutes.  I was not happy.  Jason could have gone and done it by himself.  We had to fill out a small piece of paper and write the check to save her spot.  Biggest waste of my time ever.  I decided to take advantage of being out and go to Target to get formula at 7:30AM.  Apparently Target doesn't open until 8AM.  FML.

Part 3: Going To The REALLY Expensive Doctor

If this is your first time to my blog please go and read Part 1 and Part 2.  I'm writing about my experience of trying to get pregnant with my oldest daughter!

When we last left off my regular OBGYN had exhausted all of her means to try and get me pregnant.  This was October 2005.  Our next stop?  The Reproductive Endocrinologist (also known as an RE-he will be referred to as Dr. G for the rest of the story.) 

Here is the cool part about this.  He is in the same building and down the hall from my OBGYN.  She sends him my file with all of the information she has collected.  I don't have to worry about any of that. 

We talk with him about our options and here is what he tells us.  Based on what I tell him about my history he doesn't think I have PCOS.  Now (and to this day) I don't know why we had so much trouble getting pregnant.  They want to test my husbands swimmers (they end up being in good shape).  Next he goes through our steps to get pregnant.  There are a few options for me.  First is an IUI.  Basically I take meds to produce more eggs than normal.  Then I get inseminated like you would a cow or horse.  They take my husbands swimmers, weed out any bad ones and wash them.  Like with soap?  I don't know.  I never got the nerve to ask.  They bring his goodies into the room in a test tube with a color coded label that is supposed to match to label on my file to eliminate any mix ups.  Now the test tube of swimmers is clear so I can see that the goods have a pinkish tint to them.  I assume it's from the cleaning process because it's never that color at my house!  They insert a catheter and shoot the swimmers into my uterus to help them along.   

This procedure costs $400 a pop (no pun intended).  We did this in October and November of 2005.  At the end of November around Thanksgiving I took a blood test to see if I was pregnant.  It came back positive!  I had to go back to the doctors office two days later for another blood test to see if my numbers were going up like they're supposed to.  I got a call later that day that I wasn't pregnant and that the first test had been faulty.  Of course my mom had told everyone I was pregnant at Thanksgiving. 

We decided to not do an IUI in December and tried again in January of 2006.  When it didn't work again Dr. G did laparoscopic surgery to test for endometriosis.  On a scale of 1-4 my endometriosis was a 2.  So there was some, but not a lot.  Also he found that my liver had a coating around it that the Dr. had never seen before.  I guess I can drink a lot more than most people!  Anyway I digress.

The next step for most people would be injectable fertility drugs.  Since the oral drugs had produced enough eggs Dr. G didn't think this would make a difference.  I was making eggs they just weren't getting fertilized.  The next step is In-Vitro.  The process takes longer than a month and costs an ARM and a LEG.  Stay tuned for that part of the story.

Part 2: Trying and Trying and Trying and Trying....

If today is your first time here I am writing a series about getting pregnant with my oldest daughter Avery.  Go to read Part 1 to get you started.

Okay so where we last left off Jason and I had decided to start trying to have a baby.  This is June of 2004.  So we try.  And try.  And try.  And try.  I think you get the picture.  During this time there are a few months where my period is late.  Sometimes up to two weeks late.  I take home pregnancy test after home pregnancy test.  Nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  I even go to my doctor to have a pregnancy test done because my period is so late.  Still nothing. 

In April of 2005 I got to my yearly doctor's appointment.  I chose to see a new doctor that a woman I worked with had recommended.  I tell the doctor that my husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for 10 months.  The day I was there happened to be day 22 of my cycle.  That's the day in your cycle when a blood test can tell if you have ovulated.  So the doctor ordered that test.  A few days later she called with the results.  I hadn't ovulated.  When you're trying to get pregnant that can be a problem.  She told me that since I hadn't ovulated I must have PCOS.  This of course meant that we would have a hard time getting pregnant. 

Up until this point we hadn't told anyone we were trying to get pregnant.  Not even our families.  I didn't want people asking me every month if I had gotten pregnant yet.  That night my best friend from High School called me to see if she could come over.  She needed to talk.  She walks in the door and tells me she is pregnant.  What the hell?  I get told that I'm going to have a hard time getting pregnant and here she is pregnant with a guys baby who broke up with her two weeks earlier.  Not. Fair. 

I go back to the doctor and she prescribes Clomid.  It's a pill you take on days 5-9 of your cycle.  Then we were told to have sex on days 10, 12 and 14.  That's a real turn on.  Being told when to have sex.  This went on for 3 months.  Usually if you're not pregnant by then there's a possibility of blockage in your fallopian tubes.  My doctor had me do a procedure that I can't remember the name of.  Basically an x-ray technician shot x-ray dye up into my uterus and fallopian tubes so they could see if there was blockage.  They didn't see any.  My doctor let us do one more month with the Clomid.  Nothing.  Now it is September of 2005.  Our next step?  A reproductive endocrinologist.  Otherwise known as a fertility doctor.

Part 1: Talking Him Into It

I'm going to write some entries about getting and being pregnant with Avery.  It wasn't your typical conception.  I don't know how many entries it will turn into, but it won't be just one.  It's a long story. 

Here goes.

Jason and I got married in March of 2002.  When I was planning our wedding and coming up on said wedding we got the obligatory, "When will you have kids?"  My answer, "Not for a while!"  Then we got married.  The ring went on and I wanted kids NOW.  I don't know what changed, but I thought I was ready. 

I didn't start pushing the issue with Jason until we'd been married about a year.  Then monthly I would ask if I needed to refill my birth control.  His answer, "Yes."  Everytime.  I was bummed.  We always knew we wanted kids, but we hadn't ever discussed when we would have kids.  I think he wanted to wait until he was 30 (which was this year). 

Finally around our second anniversary I had a talk with him.  It went something like this.
C-Should I get my birth control refilled.
J-Yes
C-Do you ever want kids?
J-Yes, just not right now.  We don't have enough money.
C-We're never going to have enough money.  That's a lame excuse.
C-When I got married to you I thought this was a Democracy.  We would figure everything out together.  I feel like it's a Dictatorship.  I'm sitting around waiting for you to tell me when we can do this.  If you don't get on board soon it's going to turn into an Anarchy and I'm going to do it without you.
J-What does that mean?
C-I'll quit taking my pills without telling you (which would never happen, but he doesn't know that.)
C-Also I'm afraid that there might be problems getting pregnant.  I don't want to wait until we're 30 and find out that we have problems and end up being 40 and realizing we might have to adopt.  I don't want to be a first time mom at 40.
J-(silently thinking)
END CONVO

For a few more months I asked about my birth control.  Finally on June 5, 2004 he said he was ready to start trying.  I was so excited!  Little did I know that it would be almost two years before I actually got pregnant...

Random Tuesday

Oh I've been waiting for this!  Here we go!

I had to get up at the butt crack of dawn (6AM) to take Jason to work this morning.  His car is in the shop (again-for the 3rd time this year).  The problem is going to cost $300 to fix it.  We are so ready to dump his car, but since I am a stay at home mom money is tight.  Then today Jason found out what his year end bonus is going to be.  Let's just say it's enough to get him a new car.  Without having to take out a loan.  With some left over.  Oh. My. Goodness.  This couldn't have come at a better time!

If you're a regular reader of my blog you will know that I have issues (to say the least) with my Mother In Law.  But my friend Leslie said my New Year's Resolution should be to let some of her BS go.  So that's what I'm doing.  This weekend Avery is going 2 hours west to stay the night with Jason's parents.  Lord help me.  On the bright side my mom offered to watch Cam also so we get to have a date night!  I'm focusing on that.

My friend Shandal is doing the P90X program with GREAT results!  So I am going to start doing it also in hopes of losing my baby pouch.  Jason is even going to do it with me!

My "Baby" Avery is turning 3 this month!  I can't believe it!  I still remember everything we had to go through to have her.  I've thought about writing a few posts to let everyone know exactly why I consider her my Miracle Baby.  I'm afraid I might bore you all though.  Anyone interested?

Oh and Cam is sitting up all on her own.  She's still a little wobbly, but she's getting there!

My Husband Is In So Much Trouble

For some reason Avery has been waking up in the middle of the night saying she's afraid of the dark.  She has a night light so I usually end up going in there and calming her down and putting her back to sleep.  This morning she woke up as my husband was getting in the shower.  He went in her room to see what was wrong.  She said she was scared and wanted to sleep in our bed.  I never let her do this because she usually plays and never goes back to sleep.  Jason carries her into our room. 

As they cross the threshold of our doorway I ask, "What are you doing?" 

"She says she's scared and I told her she could sleep in here with you."

"Seriously?  She's not going to go back to sleep in here.  You need to take her back to her room."

"She says she's going to go back to sleep."

"Fine."

Jason gets in the shower.  Then the tossing and turning and constant questions start.
"Mommy?  What's that sound?"

"Daddy's taking a shower."

"Oh.  Is daddy going to work?"

"Yes.  You need to go to sleep or you're going back to your own bed."

"Okay."

Jason finally leaves for work and Avery starts whispering.

"What are you saying Avery?"

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Do you need help?"

"Yeah."

So we go to the bathroom.  I put her back in bed and tell her that she needs to go back to sleep or she can go to her own room again.

She tosses and kicks and gives me kidney shots.

10 minutes later Cam is up.

My husband is a dead man.

Things That Make You Go Hmmm....

All right!  I got my computer back.  Turbo Tax is loaded and ready to go!  Bring on the refund! 

I realized that I have been really busy making changes to my blog, but not spending a lot of time actually blogging lately.  I feel like I don't have any good blogging topics.  I'm in a rut of Random Tuesdays because I feel like nothing I have going on deserves more than a sentence or two.  Maybe I should start a meme that has blogging ideas or conversation starters.  What should it be called?  Hmmm...

At our GNO on Friday a woman shared that she and her husband had partaken in a threesome.  I would like to think I am an open minded person.  I don't have issues talking about sex or with sexual orientation in general.  I used to sell bedroom toys!  But I had an issue with her revelation.  I think the reason I was taken aback was while I'm okay with whatever you want to do in the bedroom I don't necessarily want to hear about it.  In Detail.  Over and Over again.  She is a friend of a friend and it was brought to the attention of everyone that she will share about said threesome with anyone who will listen.  Like my friends mom and her mom's 70 year old friend.  That's a line that shouldn't be crossed.  My second point of contention that came out was that she didn't actually partake in the threesome.  She let her husband have sex with her friend while she watched.  What?  Isn't that pretty much like watching porn?  I don't know if I would tell people that I 'had' a threesome.  Tell me what you think.  Did she cross the line in sharing this info and how long do you think she has before she's divorced?  (I give it 6 months.)