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Let’s see: The Big Book of Birth? – Fantastic. Exactly what I was looking for in a ‘how to have a baby’ book. I took out a copy from the library, but I’m totally going to spring for my own copy, mostly so I can leave it opened to key pages on the Boy’s [...]
Wow. First off, thank you for all your input on both sides of the great diaper debate going on in Brooklyn right now. As with so much else in this baby-raising thing, I have no idea yet what we’re going to end up doing. I imagine we’ll be using disposables til Thor is at least [...]
OK, sublingual B12 – even when (especialy when?) flavored with raspberry, ginger, etc. – is disgusting. Gaggingly disgusting. Bleccchhhhh! Tums, on the other hand – I can now understand the love. That stuff might be chalky, but it’s not too nasty, and it actually, um, works. I am a convert. Tums is my friend, and [...]
Yep. Sprog is the size of a kumquat these days. And since ‘kumquat’ is the funniest word that the English language has ever appropriated, I feel like I now have license to say it over and over again. Kumquatkumquatkumquatkumquat. Still suffering with this headache from hell, still feeling blechy from about noon, on. Still spotting [...]
So. I’m finally… starting… to understand… what… everyone… was talking about… when they said… the first… trimester… was… exhausting… *snore* Yeah. The steroids have left the body, and I’m full on into zonked-out mode. Can I just sleep for the next 7 months? Please? In more amusing symptom-watch news, I have developed the silliest pregnancy [...]
Yesterday’s nausea spilled over into the evening yechs, and kept me from really eating dinner. Started on leftover rarebit, gave it up as a bad deal. Started in on toast, but the toast tasted funny. Needless to say, Nellie wishes every day was a blechhh-for-dinner day. She got a lot of bread and cheese last [...]
So, assuming that there’s still a live Sprog in there somewhere, this is the farthest any of my pregnancies have progressed. And yeah, FUCK YOU, Fates – I said it out loud and I AM assuming there’s a live one in there, still. I think we made it past the hump, despite the bleeding that [...]
Ok, so spotting has – either coincidentally, or as a direct result of the hydration – really pretty much gone away. That was one huge sigh of relief you just heard coming from the direction of Brooklyn. Bloody hell, this was a sucky two weeks! And it’s ending just in time for the week of [...]
Folks, I think I’m on to something. Powdered Gatorade is something I cannot, apparently buy out here, but nasty CountryTime Lemonade, mixed at half-strength gives the same not-too-sweet effect. I drank over 100 oz of fluids yesterday. And there was no spotting. I’m feeling hopeful that maybe – just maybe – I can keep this [...]
Doing better today. This should hold for another 27-28 hours and then I’ll be back on the crazy-train, but for now, it’s a comfortable place to be. I’ve decided to put my trust in nausea and boobs that I swear to god grew a cup size overnight. I’m thinking of going to buy some cheap [...]
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It's been a long road and we're nowhere near home yet. My husband and I started trying to conceive in October of 2007. We figured it'd be easy since he already has three daughters who were conceived within a month of trying.
Hah.
Three IVFs: (1 missed miscarriage at 8 weeks, 1 ectopic pregnancy miscarried at 5 weeks, 1 spontaneous pregnancy that ended in a missed miscarriage at 5 weeks); and 1 FET (a missed miscarriage at 9 weeks.)
Which equals: lots of drugs injected, lots of money spent, lots of weight gained. But no live babies. Infertility sucks. RPL sucks ass.
I'm pregnant, again, though, thanks to the medical miracle of donor eggs. And hoping for the best. Hoping for a baby, a family. I'll let you know how that goes.
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