Current Symptoms

1. Sore boobs
2. Nausea
3. Hot - and night sweats
4. Bloated/Gassy
5. Headache
6. Weepy/Emotional/Grumpy/Bitchy

Hmmmm. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I was pregnant.

Tomorrow is my last day of BCP. I am becoming a pro at the Lu.pron. I have learned that sticking the needle in firmly and quickly is much better (I was going slowly before). Wow, that tiny bottle of Lu.pron, sure goes a long way. I didn’t believe them when they said it would be more than enough, but it is like I haven’t put a dent in it yet. I started the Lu.pron on the 19th. Time is flying!

I am supposed to continue the Lu.pron until the morning of the 2nd, then I have my baseline ultrasound. Hopefully I will start the FSH then. I have asked a couple of friends as back-ups in case TW won’t be around for my egg retrieval. I hope the timing works out for TW, but if not, I have some wonderful friends who will take care of me, even if they have to take the day off from work!

I decided to take the whole week off when I have my retrieval/transfer. It is for a good cause! Plus I have more than 300 hours of sick time accrued…I was planning to use it for maternity leave, but that hasn’t happened yet, obviously!

Side note: I went to this Mexican take-out for dinner, to pick up some food for TW. He worked with the contractors again today and hurt his back (again). The boy doesn’t learn! He was pulling stakes out of concrete and nearly crippled himself. Anyway, here is how the ordering went at the Mexican place…this was after waiting for the moron in front of me who asked questions about each item on the menu, saying things like, “What’s in the grilled burrito? The stuff listed on the menu?”…then “What’s in the shrimp salad, is there seafood in that?” OMG I wanted to pour the habanero salsa into his eye. Here is the exchange with the girl that worked there:

Cashier: Hello, welcome to La Salsa, how may I help you?
Me: I would like a chicken quesadilla to go….
Cashier (interrupting before I can keep ordering): Chicken or Steak?
Me: Ummmm. Chicken.
Cashier: For here or to go?
Me: TO GO.
Cashier: Will that be all?
Me: No, I would also like the Grande Chicken Burrito to go….
Cashier (again, interrupting me): Chicken or beef?
Me: CHICKEN.
Cashier: For here or to go?
Me: Ummm. Yeah. To go. Just like the quesadilla. AND, I would like the tortilla soup.
Cashier: For here or to go?

OMG. I am so grumpy and intolerant, this was not the day to fuck with my mind like this! This would put me into outer orbit even if I was not in an artifically induced hormonal rage!

The Seeing Eye Dog

I was walking my puppy this morning, with his Easy Walk Harness (which helps me because he won’t pull me down when he sees a squirrel; also it stops him from choking himself). This guy walks up to me and says, “Is that a seeing eye dog?” What the hell? Do I look blind? Or, maybe he thought I was training a guide dog for the blind? In any event, I just didn’t have the tolerance to be nice today. So I said, “No, it is a Thinking Brain dog, do you want to borrow him?” Okay, I didn’t really say that. But I wanted to!!

Is a milkshake food?

So, TW is finally going for the blood test he should have done 4 months ago. He takes his prolactin meds at night, so Dr. L. told him to eat breakfast and then fast the rest of the day, and go in for the blood work at 5pm (as late as possible before the lab closes). So I reminded TW gently this morning that he can eat breakfast but that he needs to refrain from anything until after the blood test. He just called me and said, “Is a milkshake food”? OMG, I almost lost it! Luckily he called BEFORE buying the milkshake. I told him that any dairy will artificially raise his prolactin levels and he would have to get stuck again tomorrow. What a dork!

Annual Conception Day - September 12th

Have you guys heard this? I was listening to NPR yesterday on my way back from work, and this story came on. Apparently Russia has declining birth rates, so the government has declared September 12th as “National Conception Day”. It is a national holiday for people to stay home and make a baby — or, in other words, so that they can give birth to a future patriot. WHAT?? There is also a national contest where couples compete for the title of who will make the best parents. This year the winners get an SUV to haul their future baby around. This is so rediculous! I guess the women who happen to ovulate on or around September 12th will be in luck (that is, if their husbands have good sperm counts). I just thought this was hilarious. I wish there was a national holiday for embryo transfer. I would schedule my IVF around it.

Here is another link to an article about it (the NPR one is an audio clip only).

Can I rent an erection?

This morning walking into work from the locker room (well, walking my bike, because I rode my bike to work but stupidly brought a skirt to wear…now I realize that riding my bike in a skirt is a BAD idea) I saw this truck with this painted on the side:

“BRAND Scaffold Rental and Erection”

Maybe if I could rent an erection for the day, I wouldn’t have to worry about TW’s male factor issues. Ironically, last week I saw a truck with this painted on the side:

“BFP”

It stands for “Best Fire Protection”. I guess this would only be funny for those that are familiar with the TTC lingo.

That’s Bureaucracy For Ya!

So…we are starting a remodel. Well, we have been planning to start a remodel for about a year and a half, and so far we have just managed to spend thousands of dollars and have nothing to show for it. Finally some progress. We have submitted for permits! TW had to take a 10 pound roll of large documents to City Hall and submit them to the planning department. The girl at the desk said that they would review the documents and call us when we could come and pick them up to submit them to the building office. Amazingly the very next day, we got the call. I went down to city hall to pick them up and deliver them to the building office. And guess what — the “Building Office” is in the same building as the “Planning Department”. Not only is it in the same building, it is behind the same counter. There is a large sign above the right hand side of the counter that says, “PLANNING”. On the left hand side of the counter, there is a large sign hanging up that says, “BUILDING”. I literally took the documents from one end of the counter, and gave them to the guy behind the other end of the counter. I guess that is what $2200 worth of permit fees paid for.