I had this title before I went in for day 2 monitoring. I thought this post would be a quick description of how we're starting yet another cycle and it feels very much like the "same old, same old".
But it's not. Oh, it's deja vu all over again, but in the worst way I can think of right now: it's a cyst.
Yup... left ovary. 2.4mm. We have to sit this cycle out, take birth control pills, and try again next month. What a colossal waste of time.
Why does this keep happening to me? Am I going to see this pattern again and again? Are we going to try one cycle, then sit out the next? Anybody? Anybody?
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Lazya$$ contractors
We're having our water service replaced today. Here's an actual excerpt from a conversation I had with the water supply guy:
Him: We're replacing your meter with a smart meter that has a remote, so I'm gonna have to drill through the wall somewhere and then tack the wire along your wall.
Me: But we have a drop ceiling. Why can't you just run the wire above the ceiling tiles?
Him: I don't fish wires. I'm contracted to do it this way, that's why I'm explaining it to you like this.
Me: But it's easier to run it above the ceiling tiles... and it'll look nicer too.
Him: (finally looking up at the ceiling and pushing aside a tile) I guess I could do that. But when I get to this side, I'm gonna have to tack it to the wall to bring it down to the meter.
Me: But there's a box right there that's a straight channel down to the meter. Can't we just put it through that?
Him: I don't fish wires, that's not my job.
Me: So how 'bout, when you're about ready to tack it to the wall, you take a coffee break and I'll fish the wire?
Him: (considering it once again) well, what's in that channel?
Me: (lifting ceiling panel to reveal top of channel) one copper pipe. That's all. The rest of it is empty.
Him: Oh, okay. If it's empty I can just drop it down. But if it gives me any trouble, you'll have to come and fish it through.
Me: Perfect. Thank you.
Really? Was it so hard to just use his eyes?
I wonder how many homeowners are too uninformed to hold the contractors accountable?
Him: We're replacing your meter with a smart meter that has a remote, so I'm gonna have to drill through the wall somewhere and then tack the wire along your wall.
Me: But we have a drop ceiling. Why can't you just run the wire above the ceiling tiles?
Him: I don't fish wires. I'm contracted to do it this way, that's why I'm explaining it to you like this.
Me: But it's easier to run it above the ceiling tiles... and it'll look nicer too.
Him: (finally looking up at the ceiling and pushing aside a tile) I guess I could do that. But when I get to this side, I'm gonna have to tack it to the wall to bring it down to the meter.
Me: But there's a box right there that's a straight channel down to the meter. Can't we just put it through that?
Him: I don't fish wires, that's not my job.
Me: So how 'bout, when you're about ready to tack it to the wall, you take a coffee break and I'll fish the wire?
Him: (considering it once again) well, what's in that channel?
Me: (lifting ceiling panel to reveal top of channel) one copper pipe. That's all. The rest of it is empty.
Him: Oh, okay. If it's empty I can just drop it down. But if it gives me any trouble, you'll have to come and fish it through.
Me: Perfect. Thank you.
Really? Was it so hard to just use his eyes?
I wonder how many homeowners are too uninformed to hold the contractors accountable?
Monday, May 25, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
8 dpo, and peeing in the potty
So... long time no see. Sorry 'bout that. It's just been so nice outside, and Mr. December finally convinced me to get a babysitter 10 hours a week, and between being outside and getting stuff done, I just haven't been sitting at the computer too much. Allow me to recap for you:
The cycle so far: on CD8, I had a follicle at 2.1 and a lining of 6.8. The lining cutoff to go ahead and trigger is 7, by the way. Anyhoozit, the good doctor decided that we'd better trigger before the egg in that huge follicle got old and decrepit. So trigger we did, against my protestations that nothing would happen with such a thin lining. We triggered, we inseminated with 14 million motile sperm, and I'm now at 8 dpo. I refuse to even document any EPS, because last cycle debunked my last two foolproof symptoms. So... maybe I am, and maybe I'm not. Won't know until the beta.
Kali so far: We have some talking. Kali says "more", "car", "up", "dog" (okay, she says "gog", but you get the idea), "no", "nonononononono", "book", "mama", "bye bye", and "go". And some other stuff... but those are the ones we hear on a daily basis. She's able to walk by herself, but seems to lack confidence. She's a daredevil, an insatiable climber, and a snuggly lovable girl.
We had a poop incident yesterday. I put Kali down to nap in a t-shirt and diaper. I heard her crying an hour later. Went in, smelled poop, and immediately put my hand on her bottom to feel whether the diaper was full or whether she was just farting up a storm in preparation to face-off against her daddy... but instead of a lumpy diaper, I was met with Kali's tender skin. Yup, soft as a baby's bottom. So I turned on the light.
The diaper - completely clean and dry - had been removed and discarded in a corner. Three nuggets of poop had been tossed around, landing at various points in and around her crib. There was a giant pee spot.
The best explanation I could come up with was that she knew she had to go, and being the kid who hates being dirty, took off her diaper so she wouldn't have to sit in her own mess. Day-um. Time for a potty, you think?
So today I bought her a potty. When she woke up from her nap I asked her if she wanted to go peepee with mummy. Nod. I sat on my potty, she on hers, and lo and behold... pee! Later that day I heard her characteristic grunting, asked if she needed to poo in the potty - to which she nodded - and sat her down... poo! in the potty!
I think she actually gets it. When I'm on the toilet, she comes up to me, grabs my knees, pushes them apart like a junior wandmonkey, and watches intently as I do whatever I'm doing (and do you know how hard it is to pee when you have an audience?). Today when I handed her a piece of toilet paper, she patted her bottom delicately and dropped it into the potty.
I am flabbergasted.
The cycle so far: on CD8, I had a follicle at 2.1 and a lining of 6.8. The lining cutoff to go ahead and trigger is 7, by the way. Anyhoozit, the good doctor decided that we'd better trigger before the egg in that huge follicle got old and decrepit. So trigger we did, against my protestations that nothing would happen with such a thin lining. We triggered, we inseminated with 14 million motile sperm, and I'm now at 8 dpo. I refuse to even document any EPS, because last cycle debunked my last two foolproof symptoms. So... maybe I am, and maybe I'm not. Won't know until the beta.
Kali so far: We have some talking. Kali says "more", "car", "up", "dog" (okay, she says "gog", but you get the idea), "no", "nonononononono", "book", "mama", "bye bye", and "go". And some other stuff... but those are the ones we hear on a daily basis. She's able to walk by herself, but seems to lack confidence. She's a daredevil, an insatiable climber, and a snuggly lovable girl.
We had a poop incident yesterday. I put Kali down to nap in a t-shirt and diaper. I heard her crying an hour later. Went in, smelled poop, and immediately put my hand on her bottom to feel whether the diaper was full or whether she was just farting up a storm in preparation to face-off against her daddy... but instead of a lumpy diaper, I was met with Kali's tender skin. Yup, soft as a baby's bottom. So I turned on the light.
The diaper - completely clean and dry - had been removed and discarded in a corner. Three nuggets of poop had been tossed around, landing at various points in and around her crib. There was a giant pee spot.
The best explanation I could come up with was that she knew she had to go, and being the kid who hates being dirty, took off her diaper so she wouldn't have to sit in her own mess. Day-um. Time for a potty, you think?
So today I bought her a potty. When she woke up from her nap I asked her if she wanted to go peepee with mummy. Nod. I sat on my potty, she on hers, and lo and behold... pee! Later that day I heard her characteristic grunting, asked if she needed to poo in the potty - to which she nodded - and sat her down... poo! in the potty!
I think she actually gets it. When I'm on the toilet, she comes up to me, grabs my knees, pushes them apart like a junior wandmonkey, and watches intently as I do whatever I'm doing (and do you know how hard it is to pee when you have an audience?). Today when I handed her a piece of toilet paper, she patted her bottom delicately and dropped it into the potty.
I am flabbergasted.
Monday, May 04, 2009
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