Four weeks of doing nothing is apparently too long (not that I didn't enjoy it ;) ) I went back to spin this morning and it was rough. It was insanely hard to get up this morning...so cold and dark. Class wasn't much better. It seems like I've lost quite a bit of strength/endurance during my break. I just hope it comes back to me.

I only felt some little twinges around my incision and avoiding aero position seemed to help. Tomorrow I hope to get up early enough that I'm the first one to the pool. I'd like to avoid showcasing my weird stomach bulge. I notice it through my jeans so I haven't been looking forward to wearing a swimming suit.

When I called to ask how long the weirdness (I have lots of fun names for the bulge...my favorite is DH's "stomach dimple". It almost sounds cute!) would last, the nurse said she'd had a c-section late this summer and still had hers. Not what I wanted to hear. Plus, I think mine should go away more quickly because I didn't get the take home prize :P

Oh yea - one year ago tomorrow we went in for our first (cancelled) transfer. I remember how cheerful and optimistic we were while we killed some time with an IHOP breakfast. I'm not sure you can get that kind of naive optimism back but it would be nice if you could. For now I'll just sulk about how we should be getting ready for a possible transfer this week but my stupid ute had to ruin it. To make myself feel better - prepare to be jealous- I'm having a bacon-cheese Angus burger for dinner. I'm only having a small french fry though... that makes it basically good for me, right? ;) Some days it's the little things.

What can I say? I've been busy.

Busy sitting around on my butt at least. I've been "recovering" from my surgery. I was told I couldn't work out for 4 weeks and I've been taking that pretty seriously. At first, I was annoyed and didn't think I'd be able to handle it.... now I'm wondering how I'm going to start again! It's been pretty nice sleeping in :)

I went on a short treadmill walk over lunch the other day and I was surprised at how quickly my legs got tired. Hopefully my swim tomorrow goes a little better.

At least training will give me something to do until the holidays. Last year I was pretty Grinch-y and I'm going to try to be more positive this year. We shouldn't have any major disappointment between now and Christmas this year like we did last year around this time. I just can't help thinking that I should have been having my ER today or tomorrow (if my ute hadn't decided to be a little bitch).

As worried as I was that the timing of this cycle was too close to the disaster that was IVF #1 (even though #1 was the same or actually a little better than 2...), it would have been much better than waiting. I'm done with waiting. It's my turn to do something darn it! It seems like the next 2 months will feel even longer than the 6-ish months it took DH and I to figure out how to move forward. By the time I start BCP for our next cycle, it will be just shy of a year since our last attempt. That can't be great for someone with egg quality issues, can it? My eggs sucked last year...will they be even worse now?

I've been feeling quiet

Late last month/early this month DH and had finally come to an agreement on what we were going to do. I honestly don't feel all that comfortable sharing some of these decisions on my Blog because I'm not sure who (someone who knows us) might be reading it.

Anyway, we had decided that we were going to do something that involved IVF (maybe even something that might give us an embryo or two to transfer?) before the end of the year - that would mean starting at the end of this month.
Exciting - maybe what we're changing could do the trick?!?!
Terrifying - it would be just a few days different than our first IVF last year (terrible
horrible failure). Could I really handle another Christmas like that?

At our clinic they like to do an SHG if it's been a year or more. Given the results last year, I expected to go in, take my pants off, put my pants back on, and be merrily on my way.

Of course, life is rarely that easy. My ute, the one thing we thought we had going for us, has decided not to play nice. After two attempts at injecting saline and a couple people leaning all over my legs trying to get a closer view at the u/s screen, my optimism was fading. I have a fibroid - and not the kind I can have removed with a hysteroscopy and be on my merry way. It has to be removed via abdominal incision. And then we have to wait 3 months before we can try any treatments. And not having it removed isn't an option (unless we decide not to pursue a pregnancy).

So now, who knows what will happen. I have to schedule the procedure during the first half of my cycle and we're trying to decide if we want to risk it working out in Dec (if it doesn't we will have to wait until Jan or possibly Feb) or if we should get it over with in Nov. Plus, this gives us more time to change our minds. DH has recently become open to more of our options and that isn't making any of this easier.

Seriously, I spend 6 months trying to want what he does and then he goes and changes his mind. crap, crap, crap

In the mean time, I'm taking CoQ10 (haven't figured out how much...so if you have been taking it, how much have you been taking?) and I started DHEA the other day. I think this has raised my hopes too much but if I try it maybe I'll be able to move on when this doesn't work.

Back in my fat pants :(

I've pretty much always struggled with my weight and I've been on a "diet" or some sort since I was about 10 or so. The first year of college wasn't very kind to me but a crazy work schedule the summer after my freshman year helped me get down to about 140 lbs...one day I even saw 139 (I honestly dream about seeing that number on a scale again. I saw it once and it's now become the unattainable goal). I maintained that size for a couple years but gained again when DH and I were dating.

I lost that weight before our wedding - again a crazy work schedule (I worked 3rd shift) and a diet mt dew for "lunch" every night. After the wedding I gained again but I don't think I realized how quickly or how much I was gaining. I was very unhappy working night shift and didn't really fit in the position I had at work. I was stopping for a donut or two almost every morning on my way home from work and washing that down with a beer while I searched for a new job.

I did find a new job (day hours), we moved back to a town where we knew people, and I weighed myself. I topped out at about 164. Somehow I was able to lose that - probably more slowly than I remember it being. I was getting into running and my work schedule had me home about 4:30 or 5pm so we could get to the gym before it got busy and home again before it was too late. Plus, I think I was happy.

That job started getting pretty stressful and even though I'm a stress eater - I was too stressed to eat. I was also working out with a trainer for a bit around that time (to help me reduce my stress) and even though I wasn't particularly happy with life - I was pretty darn happy with my body. Never got down much past 142 but was pretty toned for me.

They cycle began again - found a new job, was happier, lost some of my muscle tone but my clothes still fit and the scale didn't move up too much. Then about a year after that I gained a little. Not lifting made me a little flabbier....we'd been trying for a baby for a few months and I started eating a little more....148 lbs. I said I'd never get back up above 150 so I joined weight watchers. Lost a few pounds.

I think I was at about 144 or 145 with clothes on at our 1st RE appt. 8 or 9 months later (when we started our first IVF) I was about 156 or 157 without clothes. Those 12 pounds really snuck up on me, I was running all last summer and knew my pants were getting a bit tight but I couldn't really stop or lose that weight.

Last fall I started tri training - 2 days of spinning for an hour and 2 days swimming for an hour. I tried to run on Friday but skipped once in awhile. Still couldn't lose but at least I wasn't gaining. Didn't gain over the winter, or in HI, or during our last IVF cycle. Even made it most of the way through the summer.... but now I've been teetering on the edge of 160 again. 159 some days, 161 others.

I'm still not sure how this happened. All I know is that I broke down today and got my fat pants out. The pants I used to be able to pull off without unbuttoning. The pants I packed away for when I was pregnant so I could put off buying maternity pants. And they fit. One pair is even a bit snug.

I really don't even know what to do. I've been working out and tracking my food. I'm eating healthier than I used to and I'm almost at my heaviest weight ever. I want to be in good shape when I get pregnant. I want 160 to be the number I see a few months in to the pregnancy or near the end. Not where I start. I want my smaller jeans and my cute shirts to fit. I'm sick of hiding my muffin top under my over sized race shirts.

too many choices does a crazy lady make

I've never been a decisive person. If a menu has too many things on it, I have trouble choosing my dinner. Obviously, this issue is magnified by 1000 for emotional issues.

DH recently decided he's come around to the idea of donor egg - yay! - but he put quite a few conditions on it. For example, we can only try it once and if it doesn't work we can't do any treatments until it's paid off. The last 3 months have been hell-ish... I honestly don't think I could handle a year or longer while we pay off that bill. Then there's the fact that he doesn't really want to go that direction and he feels like his opinion(s) were brushed aside on our other cycles.

Why can't I be more flexible with this? I really want to want what he wants (say that 3 times fast). I just can't get there and wonder if I ever will?

After another phone call with the RE, it really doesn't seem like DE is the direction we need to go right now. Certainly not the "logical" choice. Adoption isn't an option for DH right now, either.

I get mentally that a baby that is biologically related to both of us is not going to happen - I just can't accept it yet (don't want to accept it?). I'm so desperate to figure out a way to make it worth trying again, I'm worried I might not be able to let go.

When I talked to the RE the other day, I asked about doing a 3dt. Really - we haven't tried that yet, so it's an option we should pursue, right? ::insert eye roll:: I was 100% expecting him to say I was crazy and there was no point. That it wouldn't make a difference for a couple who has had 0 out of 10 embryos to transfer at day 5. But he didn't! He said it wouldn't hurt - it probably wouldn't help - but it wouldn't hurt.

Crap

Can you really justify $12,000 on that? Why couldn't I have asked this before our last IVF? Do I really think our embryos hate the clinic's lab that much? No.
Do I want to believe this will make all the difference? That the dream I had (over a year ago) about getting pregnant with a 3dt was a sign? Yes.
Am I certifiably BSC? YES.
Will making some sort of decision that sabotages the chance of a successful IVF cycle cause some serious, possibly permanent damage to my marriage? Probably.
Sigh.

But maybe this is all it would take? We can have our biological baby and live in a utopia of parenthood forever. Right?

The Switch

I will not be seeing this movie. In fact, the trailers make me want to throw myself out a window. I love Jason Bateman and Jennifer Aniston but I just won't do it. Won't, can't, not gonna happen.


Add to that the new iphone commercials and the over played Avoid the Stork PSA's and I make sure to keep the remote close by.

I think that means I've been gone too long

Looks like my blog template was broken and I need a new one.

Who doesn't love a good makeover?