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Seven Seven FAIL
Seven Seven FAIL
I laid in bed for twenty minutes after my bladder woke me. I debated just waiting until tomorrow for the beta to know the answer.
I just needed to end the suspense though.
And so I did.
You have never seen a pee stick so white.
Or maybe you have, and for that I’m sorry.
I laid in bed cuddling with Monkey afterwards for several hours. One of the bonuses of getting up at 5am, and having a pool party hung the fuck over toddler. I think after every BFN, I realize even more what a miracle he is. I’m going to be co-sleeping with him until he’s in high school. I’ll be the crazy mom staring at him while he sleeps when he comes home from college.
This cycle went swimmingly. I prepped my body for three months before transfer. No sugar, caffeine or booze. Mostly all organic. Hard core sumpliments and gym and meditation.
Filed under Trying To Breed
Are you there Fetus? It’s me. Mommy.
Are you there Fetus? It's me. Mommy.
Sooo… yeah. Beta tomorrow morning. I have, in the greatest feat of self restraint ever in my life, NOT peed on a stick. I have no idea what tomorrow is going to bring.
The side effects of Progesterone are bloating; breast tenderness; diarrhea; dizziness; drowsiness; dry mouth; fluid retention; headache; heartburn; irritability; muscle pain; nausea; stomach pain or cramping; tiredness; vomiting.
The signs Aunt Flo is on the way… Bloating; breast tenderness; diarrhea; dizziness; drowsiness; dry mouth; fluid retention; headache; heartburn; irritability; muscle pain; nausea; stomach pain or cramping; tiredness; vomiting.
The early signs of pregnancy … bloating; breast tenderness; diarrhea; dizziness; drowsiness; dry mouth; fluid retention; headache; heartburn; irritability; muscle pain; nausea; stomach pain or cramping; tiredness; vomiting.
And guess what!? I have all these symptoms! Yay! And? My ass hurts.
I’ve made sure we are stocked up on my favorite alcoholic beverage… and will be getting something pregnancy friendly for dinner on the way home from getting my beta.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
LET THE WORRYING BEGIN!!
LET THE WORRYING BEGIN!!
Damn. I forget how many thing there are to worry about after a transfer. And how much time bed rest gives you to concentrate on them.
And trust me. I was prepared to worry. I was prepared to fret. It’s what I do best. I would share all the what ifs, wherefores, and what nots I’m fretting about, but if you’ve been in this position, you know what they are, and if you haven’t, well, I don’t want to scare you.
Let’s just say that after researching the human reproductive system and all it’s intricacies, I’m completely surprised ANYONE ever gets pregnant and has a baby, let alone when it involves a team of science nerds, a high limit credit card, a LOT of drugs, some pineapple and a freezer.
Filed under Trying To Breed
PUPO
Our Blastocyst
FET Complete!
The Dr said it was a perfect text book case and gave us this picture to prove it.
Although. Of course. It proves nothing to me. First? It’s sorta misshapen, not the perfect circle that I’ve always seen. Second? WHAT the hell am I’m looking at? Would I know a good looking blastocyst if I saw it?
Seriously. They could hand me a picture of a dust bunny, charge my credit card $3300, and I would never know the difference.
Beta is on October 31st. But we will be taking Monkey to visit his cousins for Halloween. So beta was moved to November 2nd.
BECAUSE I LOVE ME SOME EXTRA WAIT TIME.
Have promised husband not to POAS. Must preserve the illusion as long as possible.
As for right now, living by this timeline:
-1dpt ..embryo is growing and developing
Filed under Trying To Breed
Broke, But In Need Of A Disneyland Fix
The Map of My Desires
I know the rumor is that the thing that all Dominatrix have in common is a dark, abusive past, but I’ve found that to be a fallacy. It can be true. My childhood was less then rosy, but I know plenty of sex workers who had fine childhoods and still found themselves as dominatrix, strippers and call girls.
So, do you know what a shocking number of us have in common? Aside from an unhealthy affection for spiked heels? Disneyland. I can’t count the number of sex workers that I know who have annual passes, or at the least, take an annual trip there. I know several who have done sessions there and can tell you about all those interesting little factoids left off the more popular “How Tos” like, where to change an adult baby (Family bathroom in Frontier land), or enjoy some foot worship (Mickey’s Fun Wheel) or how exactly to perform public humiliation without letting any of the adorable children in on the game (I find a that a submissives scene name on Mickey ears to be quite effective.)
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Random Fluffy Bits
Gone Fishing
Gone Fishing
Step dad was finally released from infectious disease dr on Tuesday so, Monkey is and grandma and grandpas and we are off to Hawaii for a friends wedding in the same family house that DaddyO and I got engaged at.
The only flight left was first class.
Oh darn. 
We are coach on the way back, but I brought the rest of the pain pills from the miscarriage so we should be fine.
Will be in the air almost as long as we are actually there… But… Yippee!
Then home for a few days, then on the the rescheduled trip to Disneyland with my mom and monkey.
Then the FET on the 22nd.
Oh, and DaddyO was just offered three contracting jobs!
This month is coming together suddenly, and quite nicely! Nice departure from the shit storm of this last summer.
Daaamn!
Boring Update About Boring Things.
booooring.
Monkey is sleeping in his bed! I am still in complete and absolute shock every time I say it’s Nite Nite and he climbs into the crib. He fusses, tosses and turns and then?
He goes to sleep.
And? He sleeps all night. Or, at least until 6am. That 6 am thing is still killing me. Being a sex worker means never having to see 6am. At least, you know, from THAT side of it. Staying up till 6am…
Actually, truth be told, not so much into that either.
But given the choice, would MUCH rather party till 6am, then peel myself out of bed to sit and watch Yo Gabba Gabba with a gabbering toddler.
Ok. Really. More confessions here. I like Yo Gabba Gabba and I will cuddle with Monkey ANY time he lets me. Just… Does It Have To Be 6am??
So now I’m finally getting 6 and 7 hours sleep. IN A ROW! And it has done wonders for my attitude. I’ve even gotten some special DaddyO time. But still, the second Monkey is in bed…
Filed under The Little Monkey, Trying To Breed
Chickenpig2 on D is for DominationYou are definitely as much a therapist as a sex worker, although being a therapist would require investing in a whole new wardrobe, not to mention an office with a trickling water feature, soft new agey music, and maybe a fish tank. 
braving_ivf on D is for DominationProof of how complicated we all are. Physical/emotional/mental stuff all collides sometimes. I'm confident they both felt well taken care of, even if it wasn't exactly how they expected to be taken care of when they arrived. 
tzzw on D is for DominationI'm not kidding: 80% of my sessions are like this. Self care! Have fun at Disneyland! :) 
dipitie on D is for DominationWow. You really do have a tough job. You are closer to a therapist than you are a sex worker. 
Lynn Lacroix on The Other Women: Lynn Lacroix, part deuxThanks for sharing my story again, Mona! It's funny. I wrote it, but I still get turned on reading it.