Tuesday, July 12, 2011

If you can't say something nice....

...you shouldn't blog at 11:12 p.m. But I'm gonna. And you can't stop me. This is going to be a total whine-fest. But maybe I'll say something nice first- I got a piano! Hip hip Hooray! Now I need to get a book of Elton John's greatest hits and Ben Folds Five and start playing something besides hymns!

I was quite literally on my way to bed just now...taking my pills and doing the other thing I have to do before bed which I won't mention because I know the meaning of the word propriety (Watch What's Up Doc if you haven't. My favorite movie ever!) and I just felt like blogging my woes to the www. Maybe this is bad luck. eh.

I just have a sense of impending doom! I got some embryos put in my lady parts and I'm just waiting to see if they'll go from cells to fetus and I'm a nervous wreck and my body feels like it's falling apart! Last time I just KNEW it would work. There wasn't a doubt in me. This time- well it all started when they told me I had 4 embryos left and they'd have to thaw all 4 in the hopes of getting two goodies. Turns out only one thawed well. The other one had like a 2% survival rating but I had the Dr. put it in me anyway since she was down there and all. So we have a 22% chance of conceiving which just sounds impending doomish. (Yes, I used to be a journalist. No, I didn't use words like doomish and lady parts back then.) And now we have no embryos left and I want 27 babies! I wonder if I could have babies easily if 3 would sound like an okay number, but now that I can't I want 46. I want so many that they make a new reality show after me.

I had to lay down for 2 and a half days, but the Dr. said it takes 3 or 4 days to implant, so I pretty much laid or sat for 4 days and now my neck is sooo stiff I can't even check my blind spot! It hurts like mad and I can't take anything for it. On top of that I have to get these 2 inch long needles stuck in my butt every day and it looks like a bruised pin cushion and is sooo sore! The progesterone is making me SOOO dizzy and it's 170 degrees outside and I can't go to the gym so I went to the mall yesterday and spent (bleep -censored in case Aaron reads this) dollars! I'd like to bear my testimony- I know retail therapy is true.

I do have wonderful friends though who helped watch my kids and brought me food while on bed rest. That's a happy part. :)

Aaron says I exaggerate.

Oh and the picture at the top is Eggbryo the Embryo. He's my lucky mascot made from a real hardboiled egg, potato head arms and T-rex legs. My friends Jake and Abbie made that for me. :) haha.


BeeP said...

Good luck! I hope it takes- sounds like you have done everything you can!

mom said...

OK - I don't know what I'm doing. This may post to Brooke's comments - or it may post to our Mission Blog. Either way - Brooke - hang in there. There are more babies for you - hopefully this way - but if not, they'll find you. You and Aaron are awesome parents and need/deserve 56 babies! Here's how I look at it. Deacon was no problem, so the first one has an 80% chance of attaching. OK - the 2nd one only a 2% chance, but that's still an 82% chance!

Bekki said...

I'm an occasional blog stalker of yours and I am tickled by the way you write. It always lifts my spirits. Just want you to know I am thinking about you and you are in my prayers! I know the Lord is conscious of your pain and all things will work together for your good.

Hang in there! I too believe in retail therapy! Yay Mall!

loweki said...

Do you have any books out? Your writing is fun interesting appealing and well said. You are a brave woman I wish you all the best and hope everything works out with embryos. Keep up the good humour and you will continue to persevere, cheers!

Brooke said...

Well those sure were some nice comments! Thanks!