Thursday, September 29, 2011

Projectile vomit

And no, I'm not referring to my gut reaction when I see that annoying status update on Facebook. You know, the "proud momma" copy & paste one.

No, I'm talking about real projectile vomit.

How about some background first, though?

Buster is in a dart league. His teammates include my brother, father, brother-in-law, and Buster's cousin. They meet on Tuesday nights at the bar that sponsors whichever team they are playing.

This past Tuesday, their match was at a local brewing company/bar/restaurant. I drove Buster and my brother down there. I wanted to partake in some delicious beer cheese soup. After about an hour, I headed home. I was their designated driver, and would be picking them back up later.

Buster insists that he is better at darts when he is drinking. I don't mind that he has some beers on Tuesday nights, as him and I don't drink that often. And we rarely spend time apart, so I think it's good for him to unwind with the boys.

I get the "come pick us up" text at 10:30. Buster and my brother are both at least buzzed, and maybe drunk. Turns out Buster was drinking some really dark beer all night. Lovely!

After we get home, we watch the season premier of Workaholics (love that show!). I fix Buster a bagel and he has a Coke. When we head to bed, he has the spins. So, he gets up and goes to the computer for a bit, hoping that his spins will go away.



He finally comes to bed, and we sleep pretty well for about 4 hours.

Then, I wake up to him moaning and grunting about having a headache. This was 4:30 a.m. I stumble out of bed and get him some Advil and water. I attempt to fall back asleep.

At about 5:30, I hear him moaning again, and then, "I'm gonna throw up".

He struggles to get out of the tangled sheets, and goes to open the door to the bathroom. As he's reaching for the knob, I hear the dreadful sound of someone vomiting. He rushes in to the bathroom and finishes puking his guts up.

I get up, turn on the light. Oh, the devastation.

Buster projectile vomited all over the DOOR. There is a mirror on the back of the door, so not only did I have to see the puke on the door, I also got to see it in the mirror's reflection. Chunks of french fries and bagels all over the door/mirror/door knob. Dripping down onto the carpet.

Luckily I have a strong stomach.

Buster was incredibly apologetic. I know he felt really bad. But I wasn't mad at him. I know he would do it for me in a heartbeat.

We've laughed a lot about it since.

Lesson learned: on dart league nights, leave the bathroom door open.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Excitement and apprehension

Obviously I am more than excited regarding my upcoming IVF cycle.

However, there is one thing right now that is weighing on my mind. And no, it's nothing earth-shattering or jaw-dropping. It might even be completely inconsequential. But, it's still there.

I made my first "local monitoring" appointment at my former RE's office. It is scheduled for next Friday.

There is a HUGE part of me that is incredibly excited, because this is the beginning of the next step. And I can't wait for the next step.

When speaking with the receptionist at my former clinic, I asked her who I would be seeing for my ultrasound. She responded with the name of my former RE.

Cue heart dropping into my stomach.

I realize I'm being a baby. I realize that people move on from clinics and to new doctors all the time.

But... do they have to face their former RE again? Naked from waist-down, vulnerable, and hoping that there are no hard feelings?

I'm having irrational thoughts of sabotage on the part of my former RE/clinic. This is crazy, I know. And I'm kind of crazy right now. I'm taking hormones, FFS! I HAVE AN EXCUSE!

Ahem.

Ok, enough of my neurosis.

There is another doctor at my former clinic, and I could see him instead. But, he's young. Inexperienced. Douchey, even. I guess I'd rather face an awkward 15 minutes with my former RE, who is older and wiser (??) than risk it with the young doc.

I'm contemplating not even publishing this post, because I know I really sound like a lunatic at this point.

Can't wait for the 10 days of Clomid...


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So, as you have gathered by now, I like reality TV "game shows". I like to think there is a distinct difference between the competition shows and the ones that follow around a bunch of idiotic bimbos (yes, bimbos! I'm now 80 years old, and use words like bimbo), who are famous only because their parents are rich or because they married a professional athlete.

I especially love the reality shows where something has to be created (Project Runway, Face Off, Chopped, etc).

But to the point: Buster and I have started watching the new season of The Amazing Race. First time I've seen this show, and I LOVE it! I have no idea what took me so long to give it a try. Especially considering my obsession with Survivor.

© CBS

The biggest factor in me wanting to watch it is that two former Survivor winners are competing: Ethan and Jenna. I like both of them very much, and I hope they win. They seem like good people.

Any other fans of The Amazing Race out there?

Sunday, September 25, 2011

IVF on planet Alderaan

So yes, we are in the study! But you know this already.

I am currently in the midst of taking birth control pills for two weeks. At the end of those two weeks, I will go to my former RE's office for a monitoring appointment. They will do an ultrasound and bloodwork, and then fax it to my clinic in NYC.

Before we go any further, I want to give my new clinic a nickname. From henceforth, my new clinic in NYC will be known as Alderaan. The clinic's real name makes me think of Star Wars every time I hear it, so why not embrace my nerdiness and just go for a Star Wars theme?

So, back to a detailed timeline. After Alderaan receives the fax detailing my status, they will call me and let me know if I should start my Clomid. I do not know what dosage of Clomid I will be using yet, but I know that I will be taking it for about 10 days. During those 10 days, I will have several days of Follistim injections as well. And more monitoring appointments locally.

I will head back to NYC in the middle of October for egg retrieval. Embryo transfer will take place the following cycle, in which they will only transfer one embryo. The reason for only transferring one embryo is because I drew the Mini IVF arm. In the conventional arm, they transfer two.

That right there is the only reason that I'm a *tad* disappointed. I've been dreaming of twins for the longest time, and even more so once I started fertility treatments. There is just an allure to having two, and then not dealing with infertility ever again.

I realize that might make me sound selfish, but really... come on. I've gone through 4+ years of misery, I'm allowed one selfish wish, right?

Could I be happy with one baby? Of course! I would be beside myself. I'm not sure if our family would be complete at that point, however. But no need to stress about that now. We will cross that bridge when we come to it.

For now, I'm enjoying the start of this IVF cycle. This is all new to me, and incredibly exciting. And I'm totally expecting it to work, which is probably a recipe for disaster! I just can't help myself.

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While in NYC last Wednesday, I spent some time in Central Park. Probably an hour and a half. I read my Kindle and people-watched. Here is a photo I took:


Being a "country girl" (in quotes because I don't feel much like a country girl...), I was unimpressed with Central Park as a whole. I can understand the appeal, however, if you live in the concrete jungle. It smelled like piss and shit, but was at least a little peaceful. Oh, and to clarify: human piss and dog shit. Wonderful combo, right??

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On the Project Runway front (spoilers ahead, in case you missed last week's episode!), I was quite sad to see my favorite antisocial robot (Olivier) go home. I knew this was coming, unfortunately, but it still left me disappointed.

Honestly, I didn't really like any of the looks they produced for that band. I'll be happy for them to get back to designing for the models again. I just like womenswear better. Does that make me sexist??

I guess I'm pulling for Anya to win at this point. I don't mind Viktor either.Who do you want to see win?

Also, did any of you catch the commercial for Project Runway All Stars? I'm so pumped for that to start! I'll be pulling for Mondo and April for sure!


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

well...

We're in!



And we couldn't be happier!

A longer, detailed post to follow on another day. But for now, the short of it:

  • We have been accepted into the study.
  • I drew the Mini IVF arm of the study.
  • I start BCP tonight. (TONIGHT!)
  • Egg retrieval is tentatively believed to be around the 18th of October.
  • Embryo transfer will be on CD19 of the following cycle (this is protocol with the Mini arm, due to 10 days on Clomid and thin lining issues).

So, I could in fact be pregnant by December. Or just really devastated. But I'm aiming for pregnant.

Monday, September 19, 2011

unimaginable

Buster and I had a conversation last night about hope. He hates when I get my hopes up, only to have them dashed. I hate it too, honestly.

But my head is in the clouds most of the time. I'm a dreamer. I'm not logical. And it's never done anything good for me.

Spending years trying to get pregnant has really put a halt to my incessant wishing and hoping and dreaming. It's sad, really.

But is it?

Buster thinks it's good that now I'm a bit more grounded. That I don't get my hopes up so easily when it comes to getting pregnant. Shit, my hopes haven't been up in regards to getting pregnant for about 6 months. I'm done fooling myself.

I'm a little sad that I can't have unabashed hope and excitement anymore. It's not fair that I can't experience that. So many women get to experience these emotions when family planning. Alas, I am in the minority.

I can't even picture myself pregnant. I used to be able to. I used to enjoy daydreaming about my pregnancy, about my babies. My imagination is shot, however. Overused. I've put too many miles on it, and it's now rusted and rotting.


Some days it really feels like it will never happen, and that I will live out the remainder of my days childless. It's easier for me to picture it that way. My imagination doesn't have to work too hard.

Friday, September 16, 2011

the sky trades the moon for the sun

So, my next appointment in NYC is steadily approaching.

(As I type that, I realize I need to update the sidebar "about me" section... no longer am I "steadily approaching 30"...)

Anyway, this coming Wednesday I will be traveling to and from NYC. I hope to choose my study arm that day, and officially be accepted into the trial.

I've been attempting to tie up all loose ends prior to this next visit. The study coordinator gave me some "homework", which basically entailed me calling my insurance to find out about meds coverage, and to call around about local monitoring.

I contacted my insurance last week regarding the medicine. You can't (or maybe you can!) imagine my relief when I found out my medicine would be covered! Well, 80% of it. But still... phew. I'm probably looking at $500 max out of pocket for meds, which is thrilling. Hopefully I'm not jinxing myself here. My luck, I will be a poor responder and will have to take double the medicine!

Today I contacted my former RE's office to find out about monitoring. Now, if you've been a follower of mine for a while, you'll know of my horrific experiences at my former RE's office.

Needless to say, I'm not really looking forward to the possibility of going back to that office. However, if my only choices are that or buy a plane ticket to NYC to be monitored there, I need to choose the most affordable and logical option.

So, I spoke with the IVF coordinator at the former RE's office, and yes, they can do my monitoring. It sounds like they do this often. Not surprising to me, really. No shocker that former patients of my RE would prefer to go elsewhere for IVF, given his bizarre bedside manner and the army of unimpressive residents.

I'm hoping that one of the wonderful nurses at my former RE's office will be doing the ultrasounds, rather than a doctor. But, I won't find out for a couple more weeks, at least.

Assuming I get into the study, that is.

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I know I have a couple readers who watch Project Runway, right? What did you think of last night's episode?


**SPOILER POTENTIAL**


I really think that Victor should have won! And that opinion may be a tad biased, because I am not a fan of Josh and his bullying ways. But, Victor's look was fabulous! I think the over-accessorizing really hurt him. I say he wins if he didn't have the model wear those sunglasses. I think that killed it.




I'm also ready for Burt to go home. His clothes are just blah. Sometimes he churns out a decent looking piece, but last night's was soooo boring. And looked like it could be purchased at Sears or JC Penney around Christmas time. Perfect for that year-end holiday party.



And Anthony Ryan's design.... blech.

Ug-ly. I got nervous when he picked up the polka-dot fabric, but I think it could have made a definite improvement on this look.

Also, I felt soooo horrified for Olivier. I know at least one of you is creeped out by Olivier and his accent (lol, I was meaning to look up his bio!), but I like him. You can tell he is lost in his head, and I think that's an unfortunate attribute that is common among amazing artists.

The woman he was working with was horrible. She belongs on one of those "Real Housewives of where-ever-the-fuck" shows. I've never watched one of those shows, but I've seen photos of the women on them. She seems like she could fit in.

It annoyed me how she referenced Gucci when trying to tell Olivier how to do the belt. First, I'm sure no designer wants to channel a super popular, high-end brand. I'd imagine Olivier wants to be original and do what he wants, not channel Gucci! Idiot!

And last thing... how 'bout Heidi's skirt? Or lack there of?! I mean, she can definitely pull it off. I laughed when Michael Kors made a joke about it, though. Buster's eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw her hit the runway in that mini! But hey, whatever gets him to watch it is fine by me!

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The Avett Brothers: Left on Laura, Left on Lisa

Thursday, September 15, 2011

broken-hearted

It never ceases to amaze me how much I cherish the friendships I have forged while battling infertility. Through TTC/IF forums and blogging, I have met some amazing women. Women that I call best friends, who I feel closer to than people I have known my whole life.

About a year and a half ago, I joined a "buddy group" on my favorite forum. I am so thankful that I happened upon that group, and that these women are in my life.

Of course, the majority of them have gone on to have babies. And that's to be expected in any circle of friends, I suppose. I've supported them through their pregnancies, births, and now as they are mothers. And they have supported me, through all of my ups and downs (mostly downs, unfortunately!).

But now there is a call to arms for support like none I've encountered before.

Jasmine, the beautiful 4-month-old daughter of one my dear friends, has been diagnosed with dialated cardiomyopathy (DCM). Basically, her poor little heart is enlarged and weakened, and cannot function properly.



She was diagnosed with DCM at the age of 3 months, after an initial misdiagnosis of an ear infection. Yep, an ear infection. Unbelievable, right? She has since been placed on the organ donor list, awaiting a new heart.

Jasmine's mother, Naycee, has had to take leave from her job to care for Jasmine. The hospitals in their hometown, Las Vegas, recommended transferring Jasmine out of state. She has now been moved to California, and Naycee is by her side every chance she gets.

Naycee's husband and their two older children remain in Vegas, as the kids are in school. They come visit on the weekends and when they get the chance, but it's really taking a toll on them.

Naycee has started a Facebook page for Jasmine, called Jasmine's Hopeful Heart. If you would, please take a second of your time to "like" this page. Naycee is hoping to drum up a buzz around little Jasmine, and the more "likes" on her Facebook page, the better.

Newspapers, radio and television stations have been contacted. Organ donation is a sensitive subject, especially when you are on the "needing" end of it. And although another family will have to suffer an unspeakable tragedy in order for Jasmine to get a new heart, this is Jasmine's only chance.

Private donation is also an option, if the right scenario materializes. But for now, precious little Jasmine is on the donor list, and is staying strong.

She had to be re-intubated the other day, and it breaks my heart to see photos of this little princess with tubes everywhere. She is such a strong girl, though, and how could she not be? Her mother is one of the strongest women I know, not to mention an amazing mother and wonderful friend.


Please take a second of your time to "like" Jasmine's Hopeful Heart page, and to pass it on to your friends. I appreciate it, and I know Naycee does, too.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Here in your (study) arms

Because I've gotten a couple questions regarding the two arms of the IVF clinical trial, I thought I would give some detail about them.

Arm A: Mini IVF

This arm consists of BCP + Clomid + 3 days of injects + Estrace + Prometrium. After ER and fertilization, they will freeze the embryos. The following cycle, they will do a FET, transferring one embryo.

Arm B: Conventional IVF

This arm consists of Lupron + Follistim/Menopur + PIO. After ER and fertilization, they will transfer 2 embryos that same cycle, and freeze the remaining.


Perks offered by both arms:
  • Free embryo freezing and storage.
  • If your first transfer does not result in a pregnancy, they will continue doing the transfers until either a) you run out of embryos, or b) 6 months passes.
  • Both arms will benefit from having ICSI and Assisted Hatching.

I have noticed that sometimes it happens where they end up freezing the embies in the conventional arm, and do a FET the following cycle. This seems to happen most often when the patient is overstimulated or hormone levels are wonky. They want the best environment for the embies.

As I have mentioned previously, I am sort of hoping to pull Arm B, as I'd love to have two embies transferred. But, I'd be incredibly happy and thankful for whichever arm I draw.

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Also, if anyone is interested in getting into the clinical trial, the website is: http://ivfclinicaltrial.com/

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Artist: Hellogoodbye
Song: Here in your arms

Friday, September 9, 2011

NYC, and what it feels like to have hope again


Our appointment day started out EARLY. We left our small city (large town??) at 2:30 a.m. to head to the closest international airport. Our flight left Pittsburgh at 5:30 a.m. *yawn*

We arrived in a rainy, gray NYC at 7:00 a.m. Then, thanks to the handy TripPlanner on mta.info, we successfully utilized public transportation to get to the clinic. First, we took a bus. Then a subway. This cost us a whopping $5 each. Hello, thriftiness! We could have taken a taxi from the airport to the clinic, but that would have cost us $50 at least.

This was my first time on a public bus in any city, let alone New York. It was definitely an interesting experience. Buster scolded me once on the bus ride, saying that I was acting too "touristy". Really, I was acting too neurotic. I kept checking my print out of what stop we needed to get off at. I didn't want to miss it! But, my neurosis can definitely be annoying, so I don't blame him.

But anyway, we finally arrive at the clinic. An hour and a half early. But due to the combination of the dreary weather outside and the fact that we were in a new place, we decided to just hang out in the waiting room until our appointment. Buster actually napped in the corner, while I played on my new phone (HTC Evo 4G! Yes please!).

After about two hours, we were called back. We met with the study coordinator, who explained the study to us (all of which I already knew from my research). He explained the two different arms of the study (conventional IVF and mini IVF), and went over a fair amount of paperwork with us. We then signed all of said paperwork.

We briefly went over our medical history, discussed the pre-IVF screening tests I had done, and then Buster and I headed back out to the waiting room. Another hour passed or so, and we both got called back for our different tests. I had blood drawn and an ultrasound. Buster had a semen analysis.

This clinic is really quite modern and sleek.

The clinic's waiting room. Yes, that's a big fish tank by the window.
So, it's not surprising that, according to Buster, the "collection room" was on a whole different level than the one at our former RE's office. At the former RE, there was a small room with a broken 13" TV with a VCR, and some old magazines that focused mainly on boobs.

But this is NYC! He was ushered into a room with a large flat screen TV, with several video options to hasten the process. We are impressed by the little things, can't you tell??

After we had our testing, the study coordinator told us to take 20 minutes and go grab a bite to eat or a coffee, then come back so we can review the results of the tests. 20 minutes didn't seem like too much time, so instead of wandering aimlessly about Manhattan, we decided just to stay put and wait.

In retrospect, I wish we would have gone out. We didn't get called back for another two hours. I expected to be at the clinic all day, and really, we had no where else to go, so I wasn't upset. Buster even snuck in a couple more cat naps.

When they finally did call us back, the study coordinator went over our results. My blood work was great, my ultrasound showed 8 small follicles on my right ovary and 6 on my left, with a 15mm follicle on my left as well (on CD7??!! What the...?). They were pleased with these numbers, as they like to see at least 8 small follicles total. Buster's semen analysis results were wonderful! High count, great motility and all that jazz.

So, everything looked great for us to be accepted into the study! Next step is that I need to return to the clinic on CD21 so they can confirm ovulation by ultrasound. Once they confirm O, I will choose a randomized envelope that will contain the name of the study arm I will be assigned. They will also give me some meds so I can get started (either BCP or Lupron, depending on the arm I draw).

I've already booked my plane ticket for my next trip, and it was even cheaper than this last ticket! $130 including taxes! Buster will not be going with me this time, but I feel pretty confident that I won't have any issues getting to the clinic or finding my way around. If I do get lost, I'll have GPS on my phone, and can hopefully find my way.

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After we left the clinic, we had several hours to kill prior to our departing flight. I pulled up Google maps on my phone to see what restaurants were nearby and check the reviews. We saw one that sounded good, but when we got there, it was just a tiny little place with a tiny little bar to sit at with 3 seats. Not really what we were hoping for.

We kept walking, and stumbled upon this little Irish restaurant called Kennedy's. It was great! The atmosphere was perfect, and the food was delicious and affordable. I'm so happy we found it. I definitely will be returning. The French Onion soup was amazing, as was the Shepherd's Pie!

The dining room at Kennedy's. The Irish decorations (wreaths, lights) weren't up while we were there, but still a great atmosphere!

Shepherd's Pie!
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Last night, during a commercial break on Project Runway (Yay Anya!! And boo @ Josh... so tired of him and his domineering ways!), Buster and I were talking about how when we have a baby, Kelsey is going to have a new favorite seat: under the high chair! Kelsey will love following around our child, eating any food that drops from his or her mouth/hands/plate, etc.

After we talked about this for a few minutes, I had a realization.

I have hope again.

We haven't had ANY discussions recently about "when we have babies..." etc. All of that talk stopped after our last failed IUI in April. We have had no hope since then. And it's not even something that I really noticed.

But last night, I experienced some feelings that I hadn't for months and months: hope and excitement. When I mentioned this to Buster, he gently reminded me not to get my hopes up, because we never know what could happen with this trial.

And I know what can happen. I know there are so many things that could go wrong.

But I also know that I am going to relish the feeling of having hope again. I love it. It makes me feel human again, not like some jaded, infertile robot. Regardless if we get pregnant in this study or not, I am going to live in the moment. And right now, that moment is full of hope.

And I couldn't be happier.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Also...






The MetroCard makes me anxious. Not the card itself, necessarily, but the whole swiping of it.

Buster and I ventured to NYC a year and a half ago, and that was my first time. I used a MetroCard then, but it did take me a couple attempts to get a proper swipe. I get so flustered in situations that are new to me, especially when there is a mob of people behind me!

Hope it goes well...

If you hear about the poor country girl who was trampled to death because her swiping skills were sub par, light a candle in my memory, k?

:D


Oh, and I guess I'm not really a country girl, but I'm assuming that anyone from WV sounds like a country girl to someone in NYC.

A big bag in the big apple

Tomorrow is the big day!

We are heading to NYC to our appointment at the clinic for the IVF clinical trial. This will be the first step on our way to being accepted into the trial, which would provide us with free treatment (including ICSI and assisted hatching!). We will be responsible for our medications and travel to the clinic.

So we leave tonight at 2:30 a.m. I know that is technically tomorrow morning, but it sounds like the middle of the night to me!

I'm trying to be well-prepared. Here is where my new Hype bag comes in:


Mine looks the same as that above, only dark purple. Nice, right? There are 3 main pockets: the center one, where all the important stuff goes; and two on either side, that are GIANT. They are the whole depth of the bag, much like the center cavity, but just thinner. Perfect for medical records. No folding necessary.

Also, I'm going to have to pack some snacks for Buster. And the Kindle. And my phone charger. And who knows what else. But I definitely need snacks.

I have to go into this assuming that probably by mid-day, Buster will be cranky. It's going to be a looooong day and night. So, snacks are a must. Snacks, smokes, and A Feast for Crows should keep him entertained. I hope.

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(Nerd alert! Read at your own caution!)

Speaking of books... I have finished the series I was reading (A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin). More books are promised, but who knows when they will be published! So, it is officially time to move on.

Choosing a book is really difficult for me. I put a lot of time and research into it, and I still rarely make a move. I'm so scared to be disappointed. I know that is really stupid reasoning, but I just can't help it!

I've realized I'm a big fan of series (series'? serieses??? series's?). I like having multiple books in order to establish tons of details. I like complicated plots and casts of characters. A Song of Ice and Fire was all of that, and it was brilliant.

So with my most recent research, I bit the bullet. I bought a new book.


It's the first of a TEN book series. Yes, TEN! I'm so excited! I hope I love it. I tried to read the other night, but wasn't quite in the mood. I hope I like it better than I was liking the first couple of paragraphs... I think I've just really grown accustomed to the way GRRM writes, and Erikson's writing may take some getting used to.

Has anyone else read this series??

Friday, September 2, 2011

thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans

AF is surely the devil. She's red. Angry. Unpredictable. Messy. Those are all evil qualities, right?

Oh AF, you dirty, bloody bitch.

Well, she did her best to thwart my plans. She arrived two days early, making my last cycle 27 days. This would have put my initial consultation visit at the NYC clinic on CD7, when it was supposed to have been CD2-5.

I had already booked my plane tickets (through Expedia). Changing my flight would have cost me $150 per ticket. Looking at the prices of flights, I would basically be spending an extra $1,000, on top of the $300 I had already spent on tickets. Needless to say, this did not please Buster.

Some fighting ensued, and I came to realize that perhaps I should have just planned to drive all along. Driving isn't the most convenient, but it makes the most sense when unpredictable AF is dictating your plans.

I called the clinic the next morning (Thursday). The study coordinator asked if I could come in the next day for my blood work.

Um... yeah. That's not gonna work so well...

My next option was to have my blood work done locally and keep my upcoming appointment. This option sounded MUCH better. I was beyond relieved.

So this morning, I had my CD3 blood work done, and they assured me it would be at the clinic by the time of my appointment.

I also (finally) received my lab results from my pre-IVF screening, and everything is normal and ok! Another hurdle cleared.

I am getting more and more excited for my upcoming appointment. I know there is a chance that we will not be accepted into the study, but I think the odds are in our favor here (which is bizarre, because the odds never seem to be in our favor!).

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Yes, the title of this post is a Voldemort quote. I know you were wondering.


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Is anyone else watching Project Runway this season? I'm really enjoying it (but that's no surprise!). I'm not quite sure who I'm rooting for to win. I'm a fan of Anya, I know that. And Olivier. I really like Olivier, actually. I wish he would smile just once, though.

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My friend Lisa over at The Pursuit of Pregnancy is auctioning off some TTC and baby-related items to help fund her upcoming plans to go the route of surrogacy. Stop by and see if there is anything you could use!

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One last thought before I end this. What is up with this website gothise.com?? I had never heard of it, but recently it has been bringing a lot of viewers to my blog. I went to the site, and it wanted me to sign up and join, which I don't want to do. Any other bloggers notice an increase in viewers coming from that site? If you are a reader who made it here from gothise.com, can you give me some insight?

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