It's been a while...

I haven't written anything here for... well, a long damn time. I've never really gotten too many comments or anything on here, so I guess it's been kinda easy to just kinda slink away and not feel like anyone is "watching" so to speak...

So much has happened since my last entry. Some good... some not so good. I'm trying my very best to roll with the flow and live with a more positive outlook and expectation, but I've gotta be honest... sometimes old habits die hard.

When I last wrote, I went into the insurance bombshell that was dropped on us and we've since had to let our COBRA go. It was hard to do and really heartbreaking for me. Even though we didn't have enough coverage left to pursue IVF, it was just hard to let go of what little bit of coverage we did have left. It felt like watching sand slip through my fingers. I think that really took a lot of the remaining wind I had left, out of my sails.

I felt really depressed about it all... like my last shot had just gone up in smoke. I pretty much withdrew... I stopped going to my message board, I stopped commenting as much in Facebook groups with TTC friends... I just kinda disappeared. And the thing that made me feel more depressed was that it appeared as though hardly anyone noticed.

If I'm being completely honest... the vast majority of them have been blessed with pregnancy, so their lives are certainly filled with lots of other things. Diapers, bottles, strollers and for some... second babies and even surrogate babies. I get it. infertility, if it was even a part of their journey, is now in their rear view mirror and while I'm happy for them, it still feels sad and lonely to be left behind and never even get the occasional email or text to say "You're not forgotten" or "We remember"...

I still haven't gone back to the message board... Part of me wonders if I ever will. It just isn't the support for me that it used to be and after 4 years, you get a little tired of reintroducing yourself and retelling your story every few months because the folks who knew you are in Due Date Clubs now.

Danny has since moved on to a new job. It's really excellent and his future looks so extremely bright, I couldn't be happier. The company is European and his benefits package reflects it... lots of vacation time, sick time, personal time, Bank Holidays, etc... and he's really respected, which is the most important.

As it stands now with regard to our TTC... any further procedures will be on us. We no longer have any insurance coverage for our infertility. It's a pretty horrible feeling to know that you've got a disease, are insured and can't get treatment for it. Maybe because infertiles live, we don't have visible signs of disease, you can't tell by looking at us how riddled we are.

We know it's likely IVF or nothing for us. I would love a surprise natural baby, but after crossing the 4 year threshold, it's time to wrap my head around it. We were thinking about pursuing Shared Risk, but by the time we'd have the funds available to do it, it looks like I'd be past their cut off age for using my own eggs. Since they guarantee you a baby or your money back, they have an age cutoff. I don't know if that's something that is determined on a case by case basis... like if I had rockin' egg quality at the time if they'd let me use them or not... But at this point, I'm going to take them at their word (39 or over only with donor eggs).

It looks like our best bet is going to be a Multiple Cycle option. This has no age restrictions, but there are also no guarantees. Basically, for the Multiple Cycle deal, you get 2 fresh IVF cycles, unlimited FET's and the freezing and first year's storage of any snow peas. The thing that has me most hopeful is the fact that their FET success rates are almost identical to their fresh cycle rates. There are a couple of great things about that... 1) we wouldn't feel compelled to transfer a higher number of embryos in an effort to "maximize our chances", 2) we wouldn't have as much worry about multiples and 3) for argument sake, say after our 1st fresh cycle we had 4 snow peas... we could, theoretically, do 4 FET's for FREE before even beginning the 2nd fresh IVF.

I haven't gotten any numbers or costs yet, because I don't believe we'd be financially ready to go that route this year. We're trying to lower our outgoing bills to free up some savings; changes to where we buy food, more fuel efficient car with a lower payment, etc and Danny's job is bonus eligible... so we've earmarked his first bonus for IVF.

We wanted to take a trip somewhere, but have decided to keep it local to help with the savings. Instead, we'll do trips to the beach, Hershey Park, Great Adventure or Dorney Park. I'm hoping to make a trip to Washington, DC for the RESOLVE Advocacy Day on May 8th. It's a day full of training, information and appointments with your senators and representatives to let them hear the voices and see the faces of infertility, to ask for their support with The Family Act which would provide tax credits for out of pocket IVF costs & fertility preservation for those with cancer or other fertility threatening diseases as well as the Women Veterans and Other Heath Care Improvement Act, which would provide access to fertility treatment for severely wounded veterans and their spouses by the VA. These folks put their lives on the line to defend our dreams, the least we can do is help them realize their own.

I haven't registered yet because I want to be certain I can make it. I don't want appointments in my name to have to be cancelled because of an oversight or something. I'd also like to see how many points we've earned on our Amex and if I might be able to use some of them for the trip.

I'm also thinking of attending the Walk of Hope on June 22nd.

I think it might be really good for me... Remind myself that I'm not as alone as I feel and that I might be able to make a difference.

One Prairie Outpost...

Just when I thought everything was finally going smoothly... the rug, is once again, yanked from beneath my feet. It really makes it difficult to retain an optimistic mindset at times. Much has happened, so you may wanna get a drink and a comfy spot or just skip this altogether. It's gonna be lengthy, so it's your call. I know there are some folks who actually have been wondering what's up with me and I've also made the decision to start trying to write more candidly about this experience. I find the act of associating honest words to the feelings coupled with the physical act of weaving those thoughts and feelings into a coherent literary tapestry quite cathartic. This is MY journey and I need to claim it. That being said... here we go:

So Danny and I decided, after meeting with our RE and coming to the decision that our next step would indeed be IVF, we would take the cycle after our IUI off. We were told I'd have to undergo yet another hysteroscopy and do a Mock Transfer beforehand, so we thought taking a cycle to absorb everything would be a good idea.

The days got away from me a bit, what with my mom having knee replacement surgery and family visiting from out of the country, so by the time I called the IVF Administrator, I was already on CD 4. I wasn't terribly bothered because I knew we still had our IVF consult to do yet and there was no way they'd be doing anything with this cycle before that was done.

So I have my first call with Janice (IVF Admin) and she sees that I have Aetna insurance. She informs me that Aetna follows a "lesser then greater" rule; meaning that they require a patient tries less aggressive treatment before moving on to the more aggressive. This is news to me, as my previous RE's office certainly never informed me of this fact, but it makes sense.

She sees records from my most recent IUI and I tell her that I'd done 3 others with another practice. She asked if they were on injectables as well, to which I replied "No. Two were natural and one was on Clomid."

Silence.

She finally says "I'm gonna be perfectly honest with you... they may not accept that. Generally speaking they want to see 3 IUI attempts with injectable meds before granting approval for IVF." My mind starts to race. She says she'll call Aetna on my behalf, see what they have to say and call me back.

While I'm waiting for the return phone call, my face starts to burn. I start thinking about the 2 natural IUI's we'd done and how it appeared they weren't going to "count" in the eyes of my insurance company. I started to feel angry with my previous RE's office for not being as thorough as my current one.

I thought back to the appointment I'd made with my previous RE after our failed IUI with Clomid, where I specifically asked about adding injectable meds to the next IUI... and he dissuaded me telling me it wouldn't help and that IVF should really be our next step.

Well, if we'd stayed in his care with the intentions of following his advice... we'd have been S.O.L. because Aetna would NEVER have approved an IVF cycle after 2 natural IUI's and 1 on Clomid... as I had just learned during the FIRST phone call with the IVF Admin BEFORE she even made any phone calls. It was literally like she looked at my file, saw the name Aetna and her brain said "Ah, they have blah blah blah requirement" I mean, why didn't anyone at my previous RE's office know that?

Janice called me back about 10 minutes later. She told me that she'd explained my situation and Aetna wanted to see my medical files. She asked if Danny had a semen analysis done, to which I said he had. She asked if it was normal and I said it was. She asked if I'd had an HSG, to which I said I had. She asked if it was normal and I said it was not.

I explained that my first HSG revealed a blocked right tube which led me to have laparascopic surgery, during surgery my left tube was found to be tangled and folded over on itself as well, so all of that was corrected before we began with our IUI's.

She told me this could possibly work in my favor, as they have a tendency to make exceptions to the treatment requirement if there are or have been other "problems". Um, Yay...? She said she was sending my file over and that she'd have an answer for me in a day or two. The next day, I received a phone call telling me that Aetna had determined that I'd been through enough and that they had approved my IVF cycle!!

She scheduled us for our IVF Consult on Sept. 7th at 9:30 am, told me the contracted rate for IVF is $7950 and that our portion would likely be about $1500 (20%). I was so elated and happy!! My spirits soared and I felt the mixture of excitement and anxiety beginning to build. I thought about the increased shots I'll be taking and how sore my ovaries felt after our last IUI. If I felt that sore after that little bit of stimming... I knew I was gonna be in for it with IVF.

But as has been the fashion with this journey, hopes are often built only to be dashed in the blink of an eye... Two days later, I received a phone call from Janice. She was looking over our coverage and was concerned that I thought we had more coverage than we did. NOT what I wanted to hear.

I told her the Aetna rep told me we had $10,000 in coverage for IVF when I called to change practices... She was seeing that we had a little over $3000 left. She said she'd email me what she was looking at so that we could call Aetna and find out what was what. I was so depressed, I couldn't even bring myself to open the email and call the insurance company for another 2 days.

To make a long story short, our coverage wasn't explained to me properly... until a few days ago. Naturally. That $10,000 IVF benefit? Yeah, that's a lifetime pool of money for ALL Assisted Reproductive Treatment. So all 4 of the IUI's we've done...? Including the 2 stupid natural ones... they've all been coming out of that $10,000 all this freakin' time!! So instead of being able to do IVF for about $1500, we're now talking about closer to 5 grand!

I know there are plenty of women out there who have to pay all of it, and I'm glad to at least have coverage... but to see what you think you had evaporate right before your eyes...? That's a kick in the teeth. Add in the fact that I'm angry because, had we known our insurance had a treatment requirement and that all ART procedures were coming out of that $10,000, we would NEVER have consented to two natural IUI's. Period.

Can nothing about this be easy? Have I not been poked, prodded and dilated to high heaven? Have I not jumped through quite enough hoops? Can't I catch a freakin' break?!

We had our consult on Friday and got the entire breakdown of what protocol my dr. is prescribing for me. The list includes birth control, Lupron, Gonal-F, Menopur, Estrace, HCG trigger & Crinone... so at least we know what meds we're looking at.

We discussed cryopreservation of any extra embryos, which would be $1000 for the initial freeze and first year of storage... she thought it's about $850 per year after that, but said she'd double check on the exact figure for us.

Should we decide not to use them in the future, she said we could have them thawed and discarded. I asked about embryo donation and she said that was also an option... that we could donate them to an embryo bank, which would be my personal preference. I always wanted at least 2 kids, but at my age... it's likely our family would have to be complete with 1 child, and I would love nothing more than to be able to give another infertile couple a chance at their dream.

We discussed some of the insurance problems we've encountered and talked about a few options. Danny will be a permanent employee at the end of October, which will entitle us to new benefits. We decided that he would look into the insurance options at work and find out if they offer any ART riders with their policies.

If they do and the coverages would be an improvement to what we currently have, then we'll likely drop our COBRA and wait for the new insurance to start. I'm aware that Blue Cross might have some "requirements" as well, but I'm hopeful they'll look at my medical records and factor in all that we've done already. If not, at least we'll be working with a fresh set of funds and an RE's office who will actually monitor my coverage, not just my ovaries.

 It was suggested that we consider ordering our meds now. Since we've already paid our COBRA payment for the month of September and won't really be using it for anything... she thought it might be worthwhile to at least use the prescription benefit, since the meds can be stashed in the fridge and saved for our cycle. We agreed and she said she'd make some calls.

I'm hopeful that December could be our IVF month... but at this point, I'm really hesitant to put any dates or expectations on anything anymore. I mean, just when I think we're moving in the right direction, we run smack into yet another road block. When I think about everything, I go from seething anger over the information I wasn't given and the choices we made based on the information we were given to such disappointment about where that has left us now.

If the new insurance doesn't offer any ART riders, then we're stuck keeping COBRA. We'll need to save up the 5 grand or so that the cycle is gonna cost us, all the while continuing to make the nearly $1000 monthly COBRA payments. As if the prospect of IVF weren't overwhelming enough... throw in all of this.

I haven't had it in me to get on any message boards... in a way, I kinda feel like almost everyone I had established any kind of bond with has moved on in one way or another and I just feel out of place. Everywhere I look, literally, I see bumps or full on bellies; every TV show finale is someone else being pregnant and it's a twist of the knife every time.

So yes... one prairie outpost you are how I feel, alone in a flatland 'tween the dream and the real; the irony, ask me "where have you been?" I don't know, I don't know... because I don't know where to begin.

Falling into Fall...

The weather has been cold and the leaves on the trees have been absolutely beautiful. This is one of the times when I'm so glad to live here. I have my moments where I'd like to be somewhere warm and lush, but then I look out my window and see a landscape of golds and reds and yellows and oranges... and I think "This is good too..."

Sometimes it's good to stop, look around and find the beauty in your "every day". It's hard as hell to do sometimes... especially when you're among the ranks of the IF. It's hard not to dwell on that giant elephant sitting in the middle of living room. And we're about to enter that lovely time of year when the elephant dons it's jingle bells!

The holiday season has become increasingly... sensitive. All of the commercials, the displays, the Photo with Santa line... constant reminders of what I'm not doing. I'm not seeing the magic of the season in the eyes of my child. I'm not standing in line for Baby's 1st picture with Santa or buying Baby's First Christmas onesies.

Instead, I'm watching everyone else pass by as if I'm behind a sheet of glass. I can see the smiles on their faces... the joy in their eyes. I can see them making memories and I wonder what their lives are like. What that feels like. I wonder if they are as happy as they seem... If I'll ever be allowed to be that happy.

One down...

I'm still going strong with the TCM. The new herb blend is going down so much easier. I don't even have to hold my nose anymore!!

My digestion has been... in a word... FANTASTIC!! No pain, no bloating, no diarrhea... I am ready to say, it has been my miracle! It has done for me what nothing else could. The tests, the pills, the diet changes, the digestive enzymes... None of it was able to do what Dr. Gong has been able to do for me in no time flat! It's amazing.

Now we wait to see if it helps with the baby stuff as well!   :^)

Everything is looking very good on that front. My entire cycle has been a mass improvement from the last few months. Things had always been fairly regular for me since we'd started TTC, but things kinda went wonky around October/November of last year. I started having trouble getting good + OPK's, my temps were looking paltry and I was starting to ovulate really late. This cycle I had undeniable + OPK's, felt ovulation pains for the first time in MONTHS, ovulated on a normal cycle day...

The acupuncture is the most wonderful thing I've ever done. I recall reading about experiences of people who had undergone acupuncture and I couldn't wrap my head around how anyone could fall asleep with a bunch of needles in their skin. Now... I don't know how you couldn't. I love the fact that I basically have an appointment for an hour nap once a week!

I had also heard of people feeling "high" after a session. I hadn't experienced that until this past Friday. Based on where I am in my cycle, it was time for me to lay face down so that she could place needles in my back. This session was uber-relaxing! Usually, when my time is up the "stim" machine plays a little tune and that's what wakes me. I usually feel a touch groggy, but by the time I've gotten off the table and put my shoes on, I'm good.

This time, as I was walking down the hall... I literally felt myself listing to the left. It was like someone was leaning the hallway on me. I'd say that "high" feeling lasted for about 10 minutes or so... It was pretty wild. I'll be having the same treatment again tomorrow morning, so I'm curious to see if I have the same reaction or if it was simply because it was my first time having that type of session.

I know Dr. Gong told me TCM isn't magic... but I went to her with two problems less than 2 months ago. She's knocked one down... now there's only one to go.

What's old is new...

It's been some time since I've made an entry here... I really hadn't much to say. All of that has changed!

At the urging of a very good friend, I made a book purchase. The Infertility Cure by Randine Lewis. I finished the entire book in a matter of 2 days. Upon closing it, I decided finally, that I was going to make an appointment with the Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor just down the road. It was time I made this a priority.

Last Tuesday I met Dr. Xiaoyan Gong. She was Chief Dr. in Shanghai with almost 30 years of experience. I explained all of my digestive problems going all the way back to my gallbladder surgery in 1998. I handed her all 28 charts of temps that I had and we went over the fertility stuff.

She took my pulse and told me it was very weak. She explained that my problem was stomach/spleen. The stomach takes food in, the spleen distributes the energy from that food throughout the body. She stated that my stomach was taking food in, but with my spleen not moving it around, it just leaked through my body. This, she said, explains the diarrhea, malnutrition, poor appetite, lack of energy, etc. She also noted that my tongue had a thick white coating with scallops on the sides from my teeth.

I was then set up in a room for my very first acupuncture session. I'm a needle freak, but was totally calm and for good reason. I didn't feel a single thing! She set an electromagnetic therapy device over my mid-section and hooked various needles up to an electric pulse machine before leaving me to rest for a few minutes. After checking in less than 5 mins later to make sure everything was okay, I was left for the rest of my session.

I was given a week's worth of raw herbs to brew into a tea and take every day. She warned me that they would smell and taste bad, which I already knew from my reading. We went over the herb instruction sheet, I paid her and made an appointment for that Friday morning.

Friday morning I had a wonderfully relaxing hour long acupuncture session where I actually fell asleep. By the time I got home, I was buzzing with energy! I was in a wonderfully upbeat mood, I had a great appetite and both the smell and taste of my herbs had become less unpleasant. The herb instructions say that if you have the right herb formula, the taste and smell will become more appealing and the body can crave them.

We met up again this morning and I had tons to tell her! My appetite over the weekend was fantastic. My food stayed in my system until the following day, the diarrhea has stopped, all of my movements have become solid, no stomach pains, no bloating, no gurgling and my gums have stopped bleeding when I brush my teeth. These, she said, are all good first steps as my body has begun "retaining".

All I know is that I feel better than I've felt in years. What's old is new again!

Smacked with a shamrock...

That about sums up what my head feels like right about now. I think it's safe to say I had a little too much of a good time at the party last night. That pint of Guinness is what put me over the edge, I'm sure of it. I was fine with the shots and Baileys... but once I started on that pint, things started gettin' awful wonky.

Just as everyone was about to sit down for dessert, I walked steadily and determinedly to the bathroom and awaited the onslaught. My head went dizzy and the room started to sway. I gathered myself enough to make it to my friend's bed and curled up with her cat. Her purring and warm belly were soothing, but not enough to make the room stop moving.

I could hear Danny downstairs saying at least one of us needed to go home that night to tend to the fur-children. By the time he came to check on me, I had slept a little and felt well enough to be shuffled into the car for the 15 minute drive home.

After dumping my clothes on the glider, I crawled into bed and don't remember much after that. I woke up at 4:30-ish and noticed Danny wasn't in bed... I figured he'd fallen asleep on the sofa while watching TV or surfing on his iPad. I grabbed the bottle of water from my nightstand and all but drained it before passing back out.

The next thing I knew, an icy cold body was sliding into the bed next to me. We snuggled up, got warm and fell back to sleep. By the time we woke, it was well after 10 in the morning. I missed my temp time, but considering the fact that I did a fair bit of drinking the night before and AF hasn't fully vacated the premises, I really didn't think it was that big of a deal.

The rest of the day has been spent getting caught up on episodes of Survivor, cooking shows I recorded yesterday and a few other "junk" shows. My kitchen looks like World War III took place in there, so I know what my Monday is looking like.

Yay me!

What a beautiful day...

It's 71 degrees, the sky is blue with a fair bit of white clouds and the bits of sun felt fantastically warm on my skin. There's a light breeze that has a slight chilled edge to it. If not for that, it would truly feel perfect.

I popped into Target and found a great pair of sandals for Pennsic! They were only $17.99 and I think they'll be just perfect! I went there for 2 things... a second loaf pan so that I can make more than one at a time and Zumba Fitness for the Wii. Obviously, I left with more than 2 things! But I was actually really good... I only left with 4 things: Zumba, my loaf pan, the sandals and a chocolate bar for making chocolate curls on the Baileys Chocolate Cream pie I was supposed to be making.

I couldn't wait to try Zumba, so I quickly changed my clothes, popped it in and tried the Zocalypso beginner's warm up. O...M...G! I was literally panting like a dog by the time it was over! The music was so upbeat and there were no breaks, just constant movement! I wound up going outside and standing in the hallway, letting the breeze blow all around me to help me cool off! It was a lot of fun though!

Tomorrow morning we're heading over to BJ's for some shopping. I need to pick up makings for Shepherd's Pie for J&R's St. Patrick's Day party. Every year they have a dinner party for St. Patrick's Day. They bake brown bread to have with blackberry jam & Irish tea, then Robin makes Corned Beef & Cabbage. Our old friend F used to make Guinness Stew, but since she doesn't hang with us anymore, my Shepherd's Pie has taken the place of her stew.

After dinner, we all sit around and have shots of Tullamore Dew Irish Whiskey and pints of Guinness while listening to all sorts of Irish music, talking, laughing and just having a great time! Then it's dessert & Baileys over ice! It's a nice tradition and I look forward to it every year.

Well, according to the clock... it's time for me to go and collect my darling husband from the train station. The weekend with my better half... my favorite part of the week!

Another Month...

Another bust.

This time stings more... for a variety of reasons. My temps were one reason. They looked really good and parts of the pattern were different than usual, so hope crept into my heart. Then the decline started and I knew inside that it was over. I hoped my temps would rebound once I adjusted to the time change, but truly, after 2 days of declining temps, I knew it was only a matter of time.

Time. Something I feel that I have so little of. I worry how much it's working against me, how much time is actually left on the game clock and whether or not I can eek out a "win" before the whistle blows.

It's ironic... I made my mind up very early that I was NOT going to be an unwed teen mother. I was going to get married and then start a family. That was the right way, the responsible way to do things... and how I'm being rewarded for my responsible choices!

Sometimes I think if I were to make all the wrong choices... maybe then everything would fall into place... Because it sure seems like everyone else gets what they want easily enough. Babies are given to young girls who put them into dumpsters or to unbalanced women who drown them in bathtubs.

Life just feels a bit more unfair right now than usual.

An Apple a Day...

or a slight variation thereof.

Sadly... the pills I crowned as "miracles" worked for a short period of time before things seemed to revert to their old ways.

Since then, I've committed fully and completely to the G-free life. I've also begun taking 1 tbsp of Bragg's unfiltered organic Apple Cider Vinegar every morning. We put it in a shot glass and top it off with V8.

Initially, I was not keen on the regimen. I turned my nose up at it and the whole bit. Imagine my surprise when I began developing an actual taste for my morning shot! It has a ketchup-y kind of quality to it... which makes sense when you consider the 2 main ingredients in ketchup are tomatoes and vinegar.

I've learned my lesson so I'm reticent to claim victory... but I will say that my tummy has been quiet, not bloated and pain free. My bowel movements have become much firmer and MUCH less frequent. All things that I've been hoping and praying for.

I'm really hopeful that I'm finally on the right track to getting my body "normal". I can't help but feel the clock bearing down on me...

Oops

It's a new dawn...

Yesterday evening on the way to get Danny from the train station, I stopped and checked the mailbox. I all but jumped out of my skin when I saw a small priority mail box jammed inside. MY OTHER PILLS!!! I couldn't wait to eat!!

I took one of each pill right before we sat down to a dinner of smoked turkey sausage and applesauce. Danny and I sat watching Bobby Flay have a throwdown with Tony Luke. All was quiet. No gurgling, no bloating, no cramping.

A while later, we're watching the Glee special that aired after the Super Bowl (on the DVR) and I felt kinda hungry. So I went out to the kitchen to rustle myself up an old favorite. I actually have my big sister to thank for introducing me to this one! The Veggie Sandwich!! :^)

We found this awesome G-free bread at our grocery store! It's actually light and airy and not like a fuckin' brick! My only complaint is that the loaves are really small and they cost $5.99... It's like smurf sized bread. But I digress...

I toasted up some bread, sliced a tomato, an avocado and ripped up some green leaf lettuce. I decided to do a little test and let myself enjoy a healthy dose of mayo. OMG!!! It was soooo good! The bread and the veggies and the mayo... it all blended together in a perfect combination of flavors.

But the best part? Here I had eaten a fair bit within a few hours and for the first time in a really long time, I felt fantastic!! No cramping, no bloating, no gurgling and no blazing a trail to the bathroom!! I slept peacefully, not once waking with a stomach pain or the sensation that a bomb was about to explode in my colon.

It's a new day and the only thing I feel right now is my tummy growling because it's hungry for breakfast... and that's a sensation I can live with!!

Through the Medical Looking Glass...

Generally speaking, Google is NOT your friend when it comes to health problems. Within 4 clicks you'll be convinced you've got Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma with less than a week to live! But every once in a while, you'll find something that doesn't make your hair instantly burst into flames. That's where I am right now.

After having tummy problems in '96-'97, I was finally properly diagnosed with gallstones and had surgery to remove my gallbladder in Dec. '98. Within a few years, I began to experience some pretty nasty problems that became progressively worse. Abdominal cramping, bloating, excess gas and chronic diarrhea had become a part of my every day life.

I voiced my concerns to my Dr. who took me through a round of IBS meds, ultrasounds, an Upper GI with small bowel follow through all wrapping up with a lovely colonoscopy. Each and every test came back with normal results. At the peak of my symptoms I dropped from a size 18 to a size 4 and had anywhere from 12-24 bouts of diarrhea PER DAY. Tired of banging my head on the wall and paying $30 a pop only to hear "Everything's normal"... I gave up on the Dr.

I was talking about this with a friend on a message board a few days ago and I typed the word "malabsorption", as malnutrition was brought up. The word was underlined in red as if it were either misspelled or not a word. I decided to quickly run to Google just to make sure I wasn't a dumb ass. Little did I know, this was the entrance to my rabbit hole.

The malabsorption link led to a steatorrhea (excessive amounts of fat in the stool) link. The first 2 sentences describing steatorrhea were all too familiar. Further down the page under the heading Possible Biological Causes was having the gallbladder removed in a cholecystectomy. BINGO! We have a winner!!

I finally had a name... and a cause! The next question was obvious "Now what do I do about it?" I couldn't click fast enough. Tumbling further and further down the rabbit hole, each query unearthing more and more piles of information, some relevant and worthy of bookmarking, some not. I read with hungry eyes about things I had never heard of like digestive enzymes and a pill to help the digestive system run more smoothly designed specifically for those who have had gallbladder surgery.

I found that 80% of gallbladder patients will go on to live normal lives without incident. My dad is one of those. The other 20%... that's a different story. Those patients will experience chronic diarrhea most cases will resolve themselves within a few weeks. Then there's a smaller group yet... those rare cases will persist for many years and CAN BE TREATED.

While it may sound nice to have all the fat you eat rush out of your body without being processing, it's really not good for you. There are certain things associated with fat that you need. Fat soluble vitamins like A, D & E not to mention Omega-3's. I learn I'm not getting any of it... no matter how much of it I eat, my body can't digest the fat, so I can't get the good stuff. And the weight loss? Oh yeah. This is good. Weight loss isn't even evident until it gets pretty bad.

This was when my blood began to boil. After all the Dr's appointments, all the tests... They had my medical history right in front of them in black and white! Not a single one of them had connected the dots. For the first time in almost 10 years... I had answers and possible solutions.

I was told about the 80% of patients, I should have been told about the other 20%. I should have been told what to do if I happened to become one of those 20%. I should have been told about that pill. It's only been in existence since 1956 for God sake!

I had my answers. My mind turned to our struggle with trying for a baby and I felt like a light had been flipped on for the first time. If my system is struggling to get enough nutrients just to keep me going, and doing a crap job at that if I do say so myself... there's gotta be NO WAY it would allow another person to ride along for 9 months. How would I sustain it when I can barely sustain myself?

I spent the weekend drinking tons of water, eating an extremely low fat diet and plenty of fruit. My digestive enzymes have arrived and I'm looking forward to taking them. I'm still anxiously waiting for the other bottle of pills to arrive... they've been reviewed as "miracle pills" that other sufferers swear they'll take for the rest of their lives.

So today is the first day. I'm looking forward to being able to say "Everything's normal" and have it finally be true...

A new year with new ideas...

I'm alive.

I haven't done anything so far this cycle. No soy, no OPKs, no ferning microscope... hell, I only checked my cervix for the first time today. I'm still temping, obviously. I've never really been stressed by temping and it's so much an automatic habit anymore, so I'm fine with that.

I ordered a couple of things from Amazon. I ordered a book called Inconceivable by Julia Indichova and a yoga DVD set called Restoring Fertility. I found the book used for $4.87, which was a steal! The DVD was regular priced, but I'm a bit excited about it.

The DVD was designed by Brandon Horn and Wendy Yu, two of the most knowledgeable Chinese medicine practitioners working in the specialty field of infertility. They've broken down the sessions by phase of cycle, so there are 4 different sessions, one each for your menstrual phase, follicular phase, ovulatory phase and luteal phase.

They explain how we're always encouraged to exercise when TTC. Each session has postures that focus on supporting what your body is trying to accomplish during that phase (shedding lining, building follies, transporting egg through tubes, implanting, etc). I've seen plenty of Prenatal Yoga DVDs, but I hadn't seen much on fertility... let alone something that focuses so much on the individual phases of the cycle, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Granted, I missed out on the first 2 phases for this cycle, but no matter.

Inconceivable is about a woman who, upon trying for her 2nd child, discovers she has an FSH of 42 (ovaries not producing fertilizable eggs) While this is not my issue, this book hit home for me in so many ways. I identified with her in so many different places and different ways. The age issue she faced, her thoughts, her fears. I related to just about every experience of doctor's offices and waiting rooms, wondering if your Dr. actually knows who you are or if you're just another chart and overhearing conversations from other women.

I identified with her feelings of guilt for wanting "more" when she had so much already... The ups and downs and everything in between, she tells other women's stories towards the end and it seemed in so many ways that they were also my story. The same tests, the same drugs, the same procedures... all in the same order... all with the same outcome.

To make a long story short... she pretty much gets herself off of the Western Medicine roller coaster and starts looking at more natural approaches to bettering herself through the foods they ate, herbs, etc. I found a bit of kinship in that as well, because I was raised with a lot of natural remedies that were handed down from my Grandmother. The author tries a lot of stuff, some of which makes you laugh! But she makes some pretty serious changes to her family's life/diet/etc with fantastic results.

So, while I'm not tossing my chicken wings out the window and jumping on the next New Age Veggie wagon out of town... It was an uplifting read at a time when I needed lifting. It was both encouraging and thought provoking. It seemed to reaffirm thoughts I'd already had.

I've made mention of the digestive troubles I have and I've often wondered to myself if that is a road block on Baby Blvd. I've wondered if my body won't let me get pregnant while my digestive system is in such a state of flux.

Needless to say, I've got plenty of food for thought and topics for research...

I Will Be Better...

There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better. I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books, but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.

I have longed and waited. I have cried and prayed. I have endured and planned over and over again. Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams. I will notice everything about my child. I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me.

I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love. I will be a better mother for all that I have endured.

I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain. I know disillusionment as my own body has betrayed me. I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall. I have prevailed. I have succeeded. I have won.

So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs. I listen. And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes.

I have learned to appreciate life.

And yes, I will be a wonderful mother.

~ UNKNOWN

Another failure...

Another month with an empty womb. Joy and revelation.

I know I shouldn't have expected much. We've been taking a break from all of the medical intervention while getting moved and settled into the new place... but my body really decided to throw me a curve this time.

When I'm not on drugs, there are generally about 10-11 days that lapse between the time the I ovulate and the time that lovely red dragon rears her ugly head. So you can imagine my excitement as 12 days passed, then 13, 14 and 15!

I'm not big on the whole pregnancy test thing for a number of reasons. Number one, those things can be expensive. Yes, I can get cheap ones online or at the $ store, but they're not always the most reliable. Secondly, it just flat out sucks seeing one lonely line month after month after month. So I just wait unless I've got reeeeeally good reason to think something might be happening.

Well, making it to 15 dpo seemed like a pretty good reason to me. So I let myself take a test, only to get the exact same result I get every single time. Sure enough, less than 30 minutes later The Hag was kicking down the door.

On to Cycle #22.

Ring experience…

I'm 37 years old and have had paranormal experiences my entire life. I've never really been afraid because it's always been there and nothing has ever seemed intent on harming me. I acknowledge it's presence and it tends to be satisfied with that. Barring a few experiences at my old house in Harrisburg. 

Now that we’ve just moved into the new apartment and D got all of our entertainment stuff hooked up to the internet, so I've been getting caught up on the last couple of seasons of Paranormal State via Netflix streaming while unpacking, doing laundry, etc.

Because I've been watching the show, D and I were discussing our own experiences over dinner a few nights ago. Since then, we've noticed the lights in the ceiling fan over our dining room table have begun to flicker on occasion. I checked to see if perhaps the bulbs were loose, but they were in tightly. 

Saturday night we went to bed as usual... nothing out of the ordinary. Until I woke up in the middle of the night because I could feel that my wedding rings weren't on my fingers any more. I opened my eyes enough to see my engagement ring dangling on my ring finger, but my wedding band was completely missing. Upon waking fully and checking the bed, I found my band hidden under my pillow.

Okay, here's what makes this weird:

My rings are not easily removed. I have to wiggle the rings and stretch my finger just to get them off. So I'm hard pressed to believe that I wriggled out of them in my sleep. I've also been married and wearing these rings for almost a year now and they've never come off before.

Also, the order in which I wear my rings. I wear my band first with my engagement ring second. I'm at a loss as to how I could have removed my engagement ring to get to my band, left my band under my pillow and then put my engagement ring back onto the tip of my finger... all in my sleep. 

I wondered if one of my rings possibly caught on the pillowcase while I was asleep. But if that's the case, then I would think that I should have woken with my band on instead as that's the ring I wear closest to my body, or both rings should've been under the pillow.

Things had been moderately quiet, barring the things at the house we just moved from… but people died there, so what do you expect? I found myself wondering if I was still sensitive.

Seems I may have gotten my answer.

Test

This is a test.  My husband setup Windows Live Writer for me and this is a test post to see if it works.

~N~

I'm pretty tired...

Times are tough. There's no doubt about that.

I've often read about difficult times in history. When people find kinship in their times of despair. The sentiment that "We're all in it now" overtakes the day and all heads are put together in the name of finding solutions for everyone. I've been waiting, hopefully. As they say, history repeats itself.

I'm coming more and more to the conclusion that history has either opted to sit this one out or, more frighteningly yet, that we're encountering something altogether new and unknown.

Sadly, many of my "fellow Americans" seem to have little to no interest in finding solutions for all. Many seem to find no redeeming value in uniting with their fellow countrymen instead wishing to cut them off at the knees and dance while watching them bleed. I've seen heads stomped on, dollar bills literally thrown at a terminally ill man as he sat in peaceful protest and a level of disdain for one another that I cannot recall in my lifetime.

I'm tired of being told I'm not a "true patriot" because I come from a big city on the East Coast and I like books. I'm tired of being told that conservatives are the "Values Voters", as if conservative values are the only values in existence.

I'm tired of the never ending drumbeat of those demanding our president prove he was born in this country. I'm tired of people making Senior Citizens into bandits for cashing the Social Security checks they worked long and hard for, and I'm equally tired of the Senior Citizens who, upon cashing said check, wish to cut off the spigot for the next generation.

I'm tired of hearing about people who want their country back. Exactly which America would they like to go back to? The recurring theme seems to be the America where a grown black man could be called "Boy", a secretary could be smacked in the ass as a sign of a job well done and Woolworth could tell you that they weren't going to serve you a damn thing. The offense that pining for this time in history evokes seems lost on them.

I'm tired of the screaming and howling about the government "take over" of Detroit, all the while ignoring the millions of jobs that single move saved. I'm tired of "progressives" beginning all of their negotiations from a position of compromise. I'm tired of them being weak as water and allowing both their narratives and accomplishments to be perverted and twisted into mockeries of themselves.

I'm tired of intellect and the arts being demonized as if they are a scourge on the face of society while batshit crazy theories are spouted as if their tenants are as concrete as relativity and gravity. I'm tired of hearing the Right Wing wring it's hands in worry and fear. "Attention American People: We have a black Democrat as president. The country will spontaneously burst into flames at any given moment using the bodies of your infant sons and daughters as the fuel. You don't agree with burning babies, do you?!?!?!"

I'm tired of watching politicians tell bold face lies on television and the hosts who allow them to do it. I'm tired of politicians serving their corporate masters instead of the people who actually vote them into and out of office. I'm tired of the spin. I'm tired of the rhetoric. I'm tired of this complete and total breakdown. I'm tired in anticipation of the gridlock or possible impeachment inquiry that is yet to come.

You see, we have no more Statesmen. Long gone are the days when members of Congress argued heartily on the Senate floor by day, only to break bread together by night and come away with a compromise that further's the business of the people. They are far too busy burning the midnight oil devising the best campaign strategy for an election that's 2 years away.

It's a small wonder I'm so damn tired...

Oops

2 weeks and 3 days...

Until moving day!

The closer it gets, the more excited I become. I'm looking forward to being in a new place, getting to decorate all over again... having wall to wall carpet again!! I really missed that! Wood floors and pets, especially dogs, tend to not mix so well. I'm constantly vacuuming up hair from along the baseboards. It falls off the animals and has nothing to stick to, so it rolls up to the walls and then just sits there. And with Cinder, we don't get dust bunnies... we get dust DRAGONS! You could all but make another dog!

Speaking of the dog, I need to remember to make a vet appointment for her. We need to get her annual checkup before we move. Once that's done... it's off to Petsmart for her! She's being sent for a Doggie Spa Day and I know just the package she's getting! They're gonna give her a shampoo bath, brushing, nail trim, ear cleaning, a little trim on the feet, toothbrushing all topped off with the Spiced Apple Pear spritz and conditioner! She's gonna smell like a million bucks!

Another cool autumn morning... think I'll go make some hot cereal.