Forgive me bloggers,

for I have sinned. It has been 21 days since my last post.

All is well, dear friends-- life has just been a bit busy. I'm FINALLY over all my sickness. This, after nearly 6 weeks of doctor's visits, numerous rounds of antibiotics, steroids, and a visit to the ER. Yeah, exciting stuff. But, like I said, I'm feeling well now. I started with a stomach bug, got bronchitis then added tonsillitis, sinusitis and an ear infection to the mix. Fun!

In any case, I'm now 9 weeks along, and things appear to be progressing nicely. I finally had my first case of morning sickness (albeit at night) about a week ago. I've only lost my dinner 3 times and have had 2 random experiences with the nausea. We got to see pictures of Peanut at our last visit with the fertility specialist. We were also able to see the heartbeat, so that made me feel a bit better about this situation.

Today is the final walk through of our new house. We are expecting to close next Wednesday (NYE) and then have our first OB appointment that afternoon. So, looks like we'll end 2008 with a bunch of exciting stuff. We have no plans for New Years, and I'm a-okay with that.

So, yeah, despite the hormonal ups and downs, life is good.....I need to catch up with y'all now!

Steroids and Mexican...

Well, the doctor's nurse said not to use the steroid inhaler because it's a Class C drug. She said if it was an emergency, once-in-a-while use thing, it would be okay, but I shouldn't take it every day. Well, this inhaler only works when you take it daily. So, I'll stick with the albuterol, stay on the Robitussin and just try to take it easy. I'm heading back to San Antonio for a conference tomorrow, so that means a lot of walking. I'll just have to listen to my body and take my time. I feel better though, so that's a good thing. If I'm still feeling some difficulty breathing next week, however, I'll talk with my doctor at the ultrasound.

Speaking of, if everything looks good at the ultrasound next Thursday, my RE will be releasing me to a normal OB. I'm kinda sad about this, as I've really grown to love my RE's office even though I've only been going there since October.

Now, the Mexican....two things, really. The Mexicans who are building our house are doing a FABULOUS job, and they're so nice. We don't much, of course, because I don't speek their language. But I said "thank you" to them last night, and their little faces just beamed. I was tempted to say "gracias" but was afraid they'd think I spoke the language.

Second Mexican thing-- if I'm having cravings, that's it. We're having fajitas for our work Christmas party, and I swear I'm drooling just thinking about it. And then, I'll be in San Antonio for 4 days, and you know that's all I'm going to eat. Peanut might look like Arnold Schwartznager, but it will say "I'll be back" with a Spanish flair!

Betas are in

Well, results from the blood work look good. I'm at 5849 or something like that. I go in next Thursday for my first ultrasound, and I'm super stoked.

In other news, I wound up in the ER last night. I just can't seem to kick this bronchitis crap, and since I was having difficulty breathing, I decided it was smart to go in and get checked out. A few hours later, we left....had an albuterol treatment and a steroid shot. The doctor then prescribed me a steroid inhaler. I'm waiting to get that prescription filled after I speak with my RE. I'm so concerned about our little Peanut. I'm afraid he/she will be born with a full chest of hair (thanks to the two doses of steroids) or maybe three arms. BLEH!

I'm feisty!

I don't know what my deal is lately, but I have absolutely zero patience. This isn't the greatest trait to have at the end of a semester when students are coming up with all sorts of random excuses for not submitting assignments or being prepared for class. I'm at my wits end.

To add insult to injury, I had to go to the RE this morning for more blood work. When the nurse made the appointment, she wanted to do it at 8:45. I reminded her that I teach a class at 10am and the office is about 45 minutes away from work. She said, "No problem. Just come in at 8." Okay, so I wake up early, get dressed and walk into the doctor's office at 8:05am. I sat there until 9:15am watching ladies come and go while I just sat there. I knew they only had one gal doing blood work and the other was doing ultrasounds, but I watched several gals who came in after me leave with puncture wounds. I finally asked the gal at the desk when I should be expected to go, and she said "Why are you still here? I gave them your chart a long time ago." GRRR! Within 5 minutes, I was called back, and by 9:30, I was leaving the office. Uh, yeah, do the math- I was late to teach my class. Now that's what I call professional!

*sigh* So now I wait for the results of my blood work. I'm praying for good numbers!

We spilled the beans...

Neither Mark nor I are good at keeping secrets. Mark is worse- he typically wants to give me Christmas and birthday gifts at least a week in advance (probably around the same time he made his purchases). And, since we're living with my folks, we decided to share the news on Thanksgiving. We warned everyone that we're still very early on and asked them to keep it quiet from friends and family. Considering my brother and my brother-in-law are both parents, we figure both sides of the family understand what's going on and will respect our wishes.

Since Mark's family is in Mississippi, we had to share the news with them over the phone. It took an act of Congress to get his folks on the line together, and then I swear, it was another 5 minutes before they caught on. Donna (MIL) said that she had the same thing I did (assume she meant bronchitis, but she only complained of a sore throat- huh), so Mark asked if she was pregnant. Both his folks acted like that was a ridiculous comment until 3 minutes later when they finally realized what was happening. They were excited, of course. The next phone call was to Mark's sister. She and her husband were driving to the in laws, so we were able to tell them together. Then, Mark's younger brother (there are 5 kids total). Randy is the father of a 13 month old, so rather than congratulate us first, he decided to warn us that our lives are now over....not exactly what I was looking to hear. And, finally, we called the older brother, Tim, who I absolutely adore. He was so excited and said "Congrati-fucking-lations!" Exactly what I expected to hear. His girlfriend was there with him, and while we've never met, I could tell she was genuinely excited for us as well.

We waited ALL afternoon to tell my folks. Mark and I just kept looking at each other and giggling. Mom got onto me because I wanted her to put out the appetizers early. I don't know why she thought a cinnamon roll at 9am would hold me over until 7pm dinner....even if I wasn't pregnant and on steroids! So, we waited until everyone was there (just the folks, my brother and sister-in-law, their kids and us) and gathered to say grace before dinner. Immediately after grace, I said "Wait- before we dig in....Mark and I have a lot to be thankful for this year. Not only are we back in Texas with all of you and building a house, we're expecting an addition to the family later this summer." Makenna, my five year old niece had no idea what I'd said, but since everyone else cheered, she ran over to me and gave me a big hug. Mom cried and then "yelled" at me for lying to her-- she'd been feeling so bad for us thinking the IUI had failed. Dad got a bit weepy, and the bro and sis-in-law offered congratulations and hugs. It was a lot of fun.

I still don't "feel" pregnant most of the time. I mean, it's just barely 5 weeks, so why should I? Every time I tinkle, I check the paper for spotting even though I know some spotting is normal. I have learned that I need to carry some snacks with me at all times. Mark and I went to a Christmas parade downtown and by the time it was over, I'd not eaten in about 7 hours. I got really feisty! Luckily, we found a roll of whole grain Ritz in the backseat, so I snacked on a few of those until we could get to dinner, which was the best meal I've eaten in a long time!

I get this weird pressure/feeling in my throat occasionally. I'm not really sure what it is. It doesn't necessarily burn, so I don't think it's heartburn or indigestion. Drinking water seems to help it at least temporarily. I notice I get this feeling when it's been 2-3 hours since I've eaten. Maybe there's a correlation....

Alright, enough for now. If you've read all this, kudos to you-- I'm "talkative" this morning. Mom and I are off to the grocery store, so y'all have a great day.

Y'all Rock!

It made my day to pop on here and see so many congratulations and well-wishes. Y'all are just the best!

The world's ugliest chart results...

...in a freakin' pregnancy! The past two and a half weeks have been a real roller coaster ride. The weekend before my IUI, I had some sort of 72 hour stomach bug. Had the IUI on Friday the 7th and the following Tuesday I was in the doctor's office diagnosed with bronchitis. It's not been a lot of fun. (Was back to the doctor today and she was freakin' out because I'm knocked up. She called my infertility doctor to get my meds approved- wild.)

I had several days where my temps dipped below the coverline, and I just knew that was the end of it. But, Friday (14dpo) came and went- had a negative hpt but no period. I gathered the courage to test again on Sunday. I woke up at 5am coughing and decided to go ahead and pee on a stick since I had to go. All I had was a digital and I'll be damned if that "pregnant" didn't pop up almost immediately!

I went back to the bedroom to tell my husband. I found his eye glasses and woke him up. "Here, put these on," I said. "What? What's going on," he asked in his sleep. I shoved the pee stick in his face (well, not the PEE end) and said "Read this." He squinted around a bit and then you could see the light bulb click on in his head. He was cute.

We've both been very cautious not to get too emotionally involved yet. I had my first bloodwork for Beta levels today, and it was 242. I'll go back Wednesday to check it again.

I lied to my mother the other day. As you may remember, we're living with my folks while building a house (which is coming along quite nicely). We want to be able to surprise my parents for Christmas (about 8 weeks along), so I told mom I started my period on Saturday. You could tell she felt bad for us, but it's the only way that I can share this time with my husband privately (well, and you guys!).

We're not sure how to tell Mark's family since they're in Mississippi, and we don't know when we'll be able to make it out there-- maybe MARCH? We might have to get creative and do something with a web cam or whatever. We'll see.

Thank you all for your continued support, prayers, and BFP dust. ;) We've still got a long ways to go, but at least we've made it this far.

Super Sperm at Work

Well, the IUI was this morning and all went well. I'm always a bit surprised at how quickly the doctor is in and out of my hoo-ha. Mark went in at 8:30 to provide the specimen and then went to work for a meeting he couldn't avoid. I hung out at the hospital catching up on my reading (Us Weekly and In Touch) waiting for my appointment at 9:30. I picked up Mark's junk-- in a styrofoam cup, by the way and headed down the hall to my doctor.

Mark got there right after the insemination was done, so we hung out for the 10 minutes necessary before leaving the facility. The doctor was looking for 5-10 million little swimmers, but we got close to 40! Dr. Kaufmann went on and on about how good Mark did. I wasn't sure his head would fit through the door when we tried to leave.

So, that's it for now. I start the Prometrium on Sunday night and will take that through most of the first trimester if knocked up. Exciting stuff. We go back for a blood test if I don't start my period in 14 days. Luckily/unfortunately for us, we'll be out of town at that time, so we must wait until the following Monday to schedule an appointment. By that time, I'll have a period or I won't....

Prayers, bfp dust and encouragement glady accepted.

And now we're making progress

After a long night of o pains on the left and "Trudie" (the growth) kicking on the right, I got some good news at the doctor's office this morning. Looks like I've got two follicles on the left that are progressing right along. So, now I take the ovudril injections this evening and go in for the IUI on Friday.

I'm really excited, very anxious, and highly nervous about all of this. I feel that we have a lot invested in this cycle (well, a lot more than previous cycles), so things really need to work. If this cycle doesn't work, we'll have to wait a few months before trying another IUI. There's just no way we can afford to move into our house at the end of January and continue to shell out dough for a chance.

Please keep us in your prayers.

Yes, I've been MIA again

Seriously, why can't I just log on here and blog once or twice a week? Why is that so difficult? Well, it's not, but my life has been a bit chaotic for the past three months. All is well, mind you, just busy! I used to get home from work and piddle around on the computer until Mark got home. Now, I go home to my mom's and she's always got things for us to do. I miss my computer time with all "my gals!"

Well, here's the news. Our new RE diagnosed me with PCOS. It's something I've assumed I had for a while now, but was never officially diagnosed. He did an u/s and I have a mass on my right ovary. He's not sure if it's endometriosis or just a growth, but he's fairly certain it's not cancer. He gave us the option of "watching" Gertrude the Growth for now or having a lap to check it out. He suggested watching Trudie and proceeding with IUI.

So, we've found out that Mark's got Super Sperm (anyone watch Rules of Engagement?) and I had an HSG (CIS) that revealed the tubes are clear. I'm still taking Clomid and Fortamet this cycle and started Follistim last Saturday. The shots aren't nearly as terrifying as I thought they'd be, but I've had some soreness to get through. I've had three more u/s this cycle and he's increased the dosage. Today is cd14, and I'm waiting for a call from the nurse to see what's next. I only have one follicle that's of any significant size (13mm) right now.

So, yeah, while trying to come up with the down payment for a house we've started building, we just shelled out two grand for a chance at having a child. Who knows? Maybe this will be worth it and I can spend my Spring moving into the house and preparing for baby. I guess we'll find out in about 2-3 weeks!

Now, off to read about what y'all have been getting into....

I've been MIA

It's been forever since I've signed in here. Thanks, Scully, for the email that reminded this thing exists. Life is good here. Mark moved to Texas last Saturday and started work today. My classes are in full force, and I keep getting tapped for new things by the administration. My plan to "keep my head down" and stay out of trouble doesn't seem to be working well.

I've got an appointment with my new RE on October 7. We're on cycle 10-11 now, but it's been 14 months. I seem to have O'd the last three cycles though, so who knows.

We started paperwork to build a house! It means we'll have to live with my folks until January, but it'll allow us to save money and not have to work so hard....mom and dad are great.

I need to catch up on y'all. I promise not to be so distracted...

Moving Excitement

Things seem to have settled down where the outlaws are concerned. I've pretty much tried to avoid the situation, so maybe that's part of it. Hell, maybe they've realized that WE made this decision and WE are moving. End of story. Who knows? I don't really care as long as things calm down around here.

I've got my hands full with preparing the house to move. Thank God I'm home for the summer and have my days to get this stuff done. We've reserved the U-Haul, contacted utility companies and gathered items to take to our local Hospice House. I've got my retirement transfer papers and information on COBRA. Why in the world does my new employer make me wait until Dec. 1 to start coverage?!? Hell if I know, but we're going with COBRA until then to cover our bases.

Another thankful moment for us was realizing we'd be able to stay with my parents while we figure out where we want to live. I don't know how I'd locate a home in Texas while trying to do everything I am here in Mississippi. My folks are great- they give us our space, don't ask questions and treat us like adults. My mom is hearing impaired, so she doesn't hear half of what goes on (works to our advantage when we discuss birthday or Christmas gifts, ha). My dad works second shift, so we probably won't see him much at all. He wakes at 9 (we'll already be at work) and gets home about 12:30-1:30. I'll be in bed by then- Mark might stay up. Nevertheless, we're thankful my parents are so generous and promise not to outstay our welcome.

So, that's a quick run-down on us. We're moving to Weatherford, Texas on August 7. Once Mark gets a job we'll either find a house in Weatherford or look in Fort Worth if necessary. (Crossing my fingers he gets a job in west Fort Worth so we can stay in Weatherford!)

Update to D.R.A.M.A

Hell froze over this morning- my mother in law called an apologized for her rudeness yesterday.

This makes dinner with the family a bit more enjoyable....

Oh, the d-r-a-m-a

Seriously, I'm at a point in my life when I have SO much to be excited about, but due to the actions of my outlaws (husband's family), life isn't so fun right now. I received confirmation yesterday that I received the job back in Texas. Mark and I are so excited to move and start a life together. He still needs to find a job, but there are so many more opportunities in the DFW area that he's really looking forward to it. Also, he hates his current job (due to leadership) and is looking for a change.

So, in our excitement last night- and our desire for the outlaws not to hear word from anyone else- we decided to share the news last night. We knew his mom would throw a fit, but weren't really prepared for the fallout that would ensue. My husband started the conversation with, "We have some news to share with you, and, no, we're not pregnant." Father-in-law's response? "Good." ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? If they only knew what we've been going through the last year...

Moving along- I'd decided in advance to let my husband handle most of the discussion. This is his family, and he knows best how to handle them. While I managed to bite my tongue for most of the discussion, I did put my two cents in a few times when I felt I was being attacked. Mother-in-law looked at me and said, "I wish I could tell you I'm happy, but I'm not." The outlaws proceeded to question everything, and a lot of it we really hadn't discussed yet since the job offer came late Thursday afternoon.

I left their house grateful to have my butt to sit on, but anxious to know what else would come of our "big announcement." Today is MIL's birthday, and Mark sent me a text early in the morning that said his mom was on a rampage. I sent him a message back that said I wasn't going to call to wish her happy birthday, but he encouraged me to do so....to make nice. Yeah, to hell with that. Here's the conversation:

*phone rings multiple times (caller ID). Answering machine picks up and MIL answers*

MIL: (cold) Hello.
ME: (cheerful) Hey, Donna. This is Molly.
MIL: (cold) Yeah.
ME: I just wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday.
MIL: (apathetic) Ok.
ME: Uh...I hope you have a great day and get to do something nice for yourself.
MIL: (yelling) This is a terrible day. Everything is disastrous!
ME: (helpful tone) What's wrong?

*click-- she hung up on me!*

A little later I spoke with Mark and found out his siblings and parents are pretty upset with our decision to move. Frankly, my husband and I made a decision about OUR life together, and it has nothing to do with his family. I certainly understand if they're upset (sad) but definitely not angry. I told my husband on our second date that I would eventually want to move back to Texas, and if he wasn't okay with that, we should stop dating. Three months later, I completed my PhD and was ready to head back. Mark was going to go with me. I found a job here in Mississippi and decided it would be smart to stay here, build trust with his family and see if our relationship really was as great as I thought. Now, two years later, we're married and looking to move, and his family acts completely surprised. Amazing.

We have family dinner tomorrow night to celebrate MIL's birthday and my husband's birthday, which is tomorrow. I'm completely dreading the event and hate my husband's birthday is overshadowed with this petty, melodramatic, childish behavior. Our anniversary is Monday, and I'm hoping the chaos doesn't carry on into next week...

Exciting stuff

It's been a while since I've posted because I've been pretty busy. Here's the recap:

Important news- I ovulated on Thursday! Still waiting for blood work to confirm, but since my temps are still up, I feel pretty good about it. I'm now 11dpo and my temps keep going up! I'm excited but trying not to get my hopes up. My husband and I decided not being pregnant right now would probably be a blessing (see below), but if it happens, we'll embrace it- of course!

Texas visit- I left Friday morning for Texas to spend time with my family. I ended up interviewing for a job while I was there, and they called the next day to ask permission to contact my current employer. Looks like we will be moving back to Texas in the next 6-8 weeks! (That'll keep me busy.)

So, now we just need to find my husband a job. He's hesitant to start looking until I have an actual offer, which will probably be by Wednesday.

Stop the press!

A super short entry this evening simply to share the great news.... The fertility specialist says I'm going to ovulate this cycle!!! I had my ultrasound this morning, and he says I should ovulate Wednesday or Thursday of this week. I'm super stoked!

I'll go in next Thursday for bloodwork to confirm ovulation, but I figure I'll know before then due to charting.

HUGE thanks to all of you for your crossed fingers, words of encouragement and overall support.

In other news, no word from the college in Texas. I'm going to put my visit on hold until at least Friday, so I can try to make a baby and have some sexy-sexy time with my husband. My niece's birthday party is Sunday, and I'd really like to be there for that. We'll see......I'm off-- night, y'all!

Monday, Monday

Nothing super exciting to report these days- still in the old holding pattern. Mark had the weekend off, and we enjoyed spending some time together in the daylight. He works so much and has such a long commute, that quality time just doesn't happen as often as it once did. Hopefully we'll fix that soon. We didn't do anything earth shattering- circus Thursday night, dinner out with his family Friday night, shopping on Saturday afternoon and Sunday "lay low" time.

I heard from the college in Texas on Friday, and it looks like we'll know something (interview-wise) early this week. I have my cd17 ultrasound tomorrow in Jackson. I think I'm going to pack a bag for Texas, and if the doctor says I'm not going to ovulate, I'll head to Texas after my appointment. If I'm going to ovulate, I'll drive back to Tupelo to spend some quality time with my husband. Once in Jackson, I'm about a third of the way to Texas, so it makes sense to keep chugging along if I'm not going to ovulate. I'll be able to stay a little over a week with my family, and hopefully the college will want to interview me in that time.

So, yeah, no news is good news right?!? Wish me luck tomorrow!

Suffering in Limbo

"Suffering builds endurance. Endurance builds character. Character builds hope."

The above phrase was the "theme" of our sermon on Sunday. I go to a small church with about 50 faithful members. Our minister is really down-to-earth and often offers practical messages. Last Sunday, however, it was like he was speaking directly to me. Of course, the minister was speaking about the suffering of many in our congregation- mostly serious illness. For me, though, the suffering is less dramatic.

My life has been in a holding pattern for quite a while now. I've been applying for jobs back in Texas, so Mark and I can move home. I was strung along in a couple of situations while Mark turned down promotions here in Mississippi. Just when we thought we were to be in MS for another year, a Dean where I've applied called and said I might be considered for a job. Here we are a week and a half later, and no further news.

My current employer knows about my situation and is supportive of me. My husband, however, just learned that he might have the opportunity to move to a location closer to home. (He now commutes 72 miles each way 6 days a week.) Well, if he accepts that job, we're stuck here for a full year. I'm fine with that, but what if this place in Texas calls me after he accepts a position? AGH! I'm going crazy in anticipation and the not knowing is killing me.

To add to our limbo, I'm on cd10 and curious if I might actually ovulate this cycle. If not, we're onto "the big guns" and that doesn't sound like fun, especially since we don't have infertility coverage.

And, so, my little bit of suffering in limbo will build endurance, which builds character which builds hope. And right now, hope is about all I've got!

Holy Hot Flashes!

Typically, I get the nasty side effects of Clomid the week after I finish the medication. Nope, not this time around! I began Clomid on Tuesday and started having hot flashes on Thursday. My inner child is playing with matches again, and it's not so much fun.

To add insult to injury, our power went out for about 4 hours last night. I woke up about 3:30am and the ceiling fan wasn't on. I realized it was really dark in the house and figured what happened. I tossed and turned for four hours due to the sticky hotness of the night. The power came back on about 6:45am, and I managed to sleep for a few more hours with the a/c and fan on high. UGH!

Maybe this is a sign that Clomid will actually work this cycle! Wishful thinking, eh?

Lettuce is not my friend

I've been trying to loose weight most of my life. I remember being a kid and knowing that I was heavier than the others. When in the third grade, I went with a friend to her doctor's appointment, and he checked my weight too. Yup, I was over 100 pounds then! I was an active kid, never one to sit and watch tv or play video games. I loved dancing 4-5 hours a day, but was always a chunky kid.

In high school, I auditioned for the drill team and was put on the "alternate" list. I was told that if I got down to a healthy weight, I'd be able to perform. I missed half the football season, but did managed to get from a size 16 to a size 9. By the time I entered college, I was a 12, and up to a 16 again before I completed my BS degree. I managed to get a handle on things in my late-twenties and lost 30 pounds before meeting my husband. I'd gained 15 of that back before we got married, and now that we're approaching our first anniversary, I'm even heavier than before (by a few pounds). BAH!

Since I know my weight could affect trying to conceive, I've been trying to eat more healthy and exercise. In an effort to be healthy this week, I've had a lot of salads (no cheese, dressing on the side, low fat croutons). Uh, I forgot Fortamet and lettuce don't mix! I've spent the last two days in bed with an upset stomach and flaming butt. (Nice picture, huh?) Stupid lettuce-- this is what I get for trying to be healthy! ;)

A bit of backstory

Fair warning, this could get lengthy...

While I've had two other blogs in the past (on other sites), I've not kept one in at least 2 years. One of my blogs chronicled much of my mid- to late-twenties, which is a really interesting read. The other was supposed to be more anonymous, and while it didn't last for long, there are some really personal thoughts, self-reflections, and even copies of letters I've sent to past loves. For some reason, however, when I actually fell in love for real, I lost the desire to chronicle every moment. To some extent, I regret that, but life goes on...

So, here's the basics. My husband, Mark, and I met in March 2006. Well, we actually met 2 years prior, but he was in a relationship at the time and didn't pay me any attention. I would realize later that this is one of the things I love about him. Mark's long-term relationship turned into a short-lived marriage. Fortunately for me, when he was over that, our mutual friend introduced us once again. I was dating a number of guys at the time, and Mark was sure to let me know he wasn't having any of that. Without hesitation, I cut loose all the other fellas and allowed myself to fall in love with an amazing man.

I was in the process of writing my dissertation when we met, and I figured anyone who was willing start a relationship during that hectic time was as crazy as I am! I completed my PhD in May and Mark got to meet my entire family when they came to Mississippi for the commencement. His parents met mine as well. After dating for four months, we moved in together, and it was one of the best decisions I ever made. After a year of dating, Mark surprised me with a proposal, and we married 3 months later.....and that brings us to today....almost.

At some point, I'm sure I'll reflect on the past two years of life with Mark, but for now let's try to push forward. We married in mid-July, and I took my last birth control pill on August 8th. I always thought I'd want to wait a while to start a family, but Mark was gung-ho and ready to go. After much discussion, a reminder that I'm not getting any younger, and an "ok" from my gynocologist, we decided to give it a shot. Who would have thought we'd be here almost a year later with no baby in sight?!?

At this point, we're not sure what's wrong, but I've yet to ovulate since stopping birth control. I never had regular cycles, which is why I went on birth control in December 2005. Who knows the last time I ovulated?!? After eight months (5 cycles) with my OBGYN, we were referred to a fertility specialist. GREAT-- only his office is a 3 hour drive to Jackson. So far no luck yet, but I started Cycle 7 yesterday, and I'm remaining hopeful. This is, after all, our last cycle before "bringing out the big guns" as my RE says. So, here's to Fortamet (1000mg) and Clomid (150mg for 7 days)....

Seriously, if you read all this, you totally rock! I promise not to be so verbous in the future. Okay, I really shouldn't make that promise, but thanks for reading nonetheless!

Here I am!

I don't have much time to post now considering I've totally procrastinated the afternoon away, but I've been considering blogging again. So, here goes nothing...