I'm not the most private person out there. Those years of "Sounds" Musicals and District Musicals, getting dressed in a big room with a bunch of other women made me quite immodest in general. And growing up with my awesome parents and siblings where no subject is "taboo" made me pretty open about my life. I like it that way.
Anyway, so that explains why I want our friends and family to know what we are going through with our infertility issues. Coming up in just a few weeks we're going through with In Vitro. I should know if that's one or two words, but I really don't. So here are my FAQ:
FAQ #1: "Why don't you just 'let your love blossom' and see if you get pregnant on your own?
Answer: While "let your love blossom" is probably the best euphemism I've heard for "doing it" lately, we were told by the fertility specialist that we have a "snowballs chance in hell" of getting pregnant. I've never met a snowball who went to hell and came back to tell the tale, so I'm getting those aren't good odds.
FAQ #2: "Well how did you get pregnant with Brighton then?"
Answer: Who the heck knows? The Dr. guesses that when we got pregnant 3+ years ago, Aaron probably had the minimal number of sperm needed to get pregnant. Probably 20 million or so, and then over the last three years they've just gone down so much and now he literally has about 20. His last sample they found two motile guys. That's also why we're doing it so soon. We really can't wait longer because if his numbers are decreasing that much, there might not be ANY left in a few months, let alone years.
FAQ#3: "So how does it all work?
Answer: Basically I go on all sorts of crazy drugs. Three injectable drugs, two pill forms to make my body produce multiple eggs in one cycle, instead of just one. (Not really produce, but just develop into a mature egg.) So after I've been on the drugs for the set time they'll start doing ultrasounds every day and when all my eggs are mature I go in for an out patient surgery where they take out as many as I have, hopefully 20 or so. Then since Aaron has limited spermies, they'll literally poke a tiny hole in the egg and inject each sperm into each egg. Then they incubate for a few days and then they put them back in me! Yay! Then we just hope they implant to my uterus. That's pretty much the jist of it.
I'll have to be on total bed rest for two days and then modified bed rest for 10 days. If you know me, you know it's really not that hard for me to take it easy so I'm guessing it won't be too bad. :)
This all will happen around the middle of July, so I'll try to keep everyone updated. I'm guessing I'll be partly psycho with all the hormone drugs, so you might want to lend Aaron some support right now! LOL.
Love you all! Please pray for us that this works!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
EW! Spider season
I hate spiders more than almost anything. I know most women, well most people in general, hate spiders but I'd like to say that my hatred for them goes a little deeper than most.
To me, there's nothing scarier than trying to kill a spider and having it escape, only to live another day. In general, I believe they are more afraid of us than we are of them but the tides turn when they survive a homicide attempt. Don't trick yourself into thinking that they just run away. They're still in your house but NOW.... it knows what you look like! It used one of it's 57 eyes to catch a good look. It's going to send a spidey-signal out to all it's eight legged friends that there's a would-be killer on the loose and it's not going down without a fight. That creeps me out big time. I also think it sends out a spidy-signal right before it gets killed (if the shoe makes the connection.)
Once I heard that the average person eats like three spiders a year in their sleep. I can't get it out of my head. Every time I dream about being attacked by spiders (which is probably like once a month) I'm convinced I'm dreaming that because I either ate a spider or am being crawled on by a spider.
I lived in this house in Salt Lake one summer and it was right at the mouth of some canyon. (Don't quiz me on which one) but it was Spiderville. (Oh and I'm also convinced that every spider in my house is a hobo, if it's not a daddy long-leg.) So we had all these hobos everywhere and I had to vacuum every night just to calm my head about spiders but it made it worse because I literally vacuumed up like three spiders a night. My brother-in-law Mike came over and sprayed for spiders for me and I swear more varieties of spiders came out of hiding than I'd ever seen before. I shutter at the thought. One night my roommate came home at like 1:00 a.m. and there I was, huddled on the couch with my knees pulled into my chest because I was too creeped out about the spiders to walk to my bedroom.
Oh, then there was the time this past fall that there was the BIGGEST gi-normous spider EVER by my front door. When I spotted it, it stopped moving and held perfectly still. I swear we were having a standoff... I wasn't moving... he wasn't moving... we were eye to eye. Actually I was clear across the room on a chair. I probably stared that monster down for 20 minutes, trying to get up the courage to put on my boot and stomp on it. Finally I approached... slowly, don't want to startle it... when I got close enough to it I realized that the thing was as huge as giant dead maple leaf! Oh wait, it was a giant, dead maple leaf. See how paranoid I am?
I'm not even going to post a picture of a spider to go along with the post because then I wouldn't be able to open my own blog.
To me, there's nothing scarier than trying to kill a spider and having it escape, only to live another day. In general, I believe they are more afraid of us than we are of them but the tides turn when they survive a homicide attempt. Don't trick yourself into thinking that they just run away. They're still in your house but NOW.... it knows what you look like! It used one of it's 57 eyes to catch a good look. It's going to send a spidey-signal out to all it's eight legged friends that there's a would-be killer on the loose and it's not going down without a fight. That creeps me out big time. I also think it sends out a spidy-signal right before it gets killed (if the shoe makes the connection.)
Once I heard that the average person eats like three spiders a year in their sleep. I can't get it out of my head. Every time I dream about being attacked by spiders (which is probably like once a month) I'm convinced I'm dreaming that because I either ate a spider or am being crawled on by a spider.
I lived in this house in Salt Lake one summer and it was right at the mouth of some canyon. (Don't quiz me on which one) but it was Spiderville. (Oh and I'm also convinced that every spider in my house is a hobo, if it's not a daddy long-leg.) So we had all these hobos everywhere and I had to vacuum every night just to calm my head about spiders but it made it worse because I literally vacuumed up like three spiders a night. My brother-in-law Mike came over and sprayed for spiders for me and I swear more varieties of spiders came out of hiding than I'd ever seen before. I shutter at the thought. One night my roommate came home at like 1:00 a.m. and there I was, huddled on the couch with my knees pulled into my chest because I was too creeped out about the spiders to walk to my bedroom.
Oh, then there was the time this past fall that there was the BIGGEST gi-normous spider EVER by my front door. When I spotted it, it stopped moving and held perfectly still. I swear we were having a standoff... I wasn't moving... he wasn't moving... we were eye to eye. Actually I was clear across the room on a chair. I probably stared that monster down for 20 minutes, trying to get up the courage to put on my boot and stomp on it. Finally I approached... slowly, don't want to startle it... when I got close enough to it I realized that the thing was as huge as giant dead maple leaf! Oh wait, it was a giant, dead maple leaf. See how paranoid I am?
I'm not even going to post a picture of a spider to go along with the post because then I wouldn't be able to open my own blog.
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