Mary Poppins and Kitty Cats

Well onto the next one.  We are trying a second month using the same dosage of medications and treatment plan.  One minor..ish change.  I no longer need a glass of water to take my estrogen. No, that doesn't mean I quit taking it, it just means that it goes somewhere else.  The ladies at the clinic said you can sometimes get better results this way and I told them.. what the hell, I'll give anything a shot. My nether region is becoming much like  Mary Poppin's bag with all sorts of stuff in there.  I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid.... but seriously... how many more things need to go up my hoo ha?

I know.. TMI! (Grandma and Papa... that means Too Much Information :) just in case you didn't know... love you!)  Back to business. Guess what folks... this is fertility treatment. The good, the bad, the ugly and plain weird. At this stage in the game,  I am way beyond being uncomfortable or embarrassed.  Modesty is not a luxury afforded to women in my position.  Now I just want to document the facts. Maybe someday some woman going through this same thing will read my post and feel better prepared for this journey, not quite so surprised by the process and potential treatments, or maybe I just really wanted to gross you out.  Either way  this post will probably be a win win :)

Treatment this month:
Prenatal Vitamin: daily
Femara; 3.5 mg day 3-7
Estrodial: 2 mg day 7- whenever I text and possibly beyond
Gonal Injections: .75 day 5 and day 7
Sonogram: day 12
Ovidrel Injection: Day 12
IUI: Day 14
Progesterone: Day 15- whenever I test again

I am already two weeks in the sono revealed two very large follies. Nurses had me trigger Friday and we had our 4th IUI on Sunday morning.  Now we enter or bagillionth two week wait. ( I know that isn't a number or a word and I don't give a crap. This feels like f-o-r-e-v-e-r ... so I think i have earned the right to make up number words)

No photos from this months IUI.. I totally forgot. So I decided to share a different kind of photo. I also believe that after all I have been through I am allowed to share pictures like this... without fear of retaliation.. sorry Kylee but your uni brow cat face makes me laugh... hard :) when I am having a bad day I just look at it and things get better.  How could I deny the world the same happiness. (I will also know pretty quickly if you have been staying on top of your reading hehehe )

I Didn't Cry

Nope... I didn't.  I saw that single line... yet again and I didn't cry. Sure my eyes welled up and it was a close one, but not a single tear slipped out.  Mostly because Austin did a crazy dance to distract me, but I sucked it up.

Fast forward 5 hours I am trying to get back out west for lunch and I miss my turn to get onto Kellogg because I forgot that on this street it's on the opposite side, so I have to drive a mile out of the way just to make a U turn to go back that same mile to get back on track... I almost cry.  Clearly justifiably.  Those would have been tears of utter frustration at the poorly developed street locations.

I get to the restaurant and find out I need to kill some time before my mother and sister in laws arrive.  I decide to go get gas.  I try to turn left and car after car after car keep merging into the turn lane blocking me, 10 minutes later I decide to go right... again I almost cry.. today is just a big cruel joke.  The drivers of Wichita are out to get me ( anyone that has ever driven in Wichita knows how terrible the drivers are and have probably cried in traffic before as well ) Again, it would have been totally justifiable.

I pull up to SAMS... finally to get some gas.  The attendant starts walking over. I am thinking, hmm is this a full service station where they pump the gas for you?  I roll down my window and he says, " Ma'am,  I am sorry but its the damnedest thing all of our power is out so you can't get gas here."

I cry.  Big, sad, ugly, crocodile tears and just stare at that poor poor man.  He begins apologizing again, as he should. I clearly needed gas and am now extremely distraught at the thought of driving any further in search of it.

Ok, ok, my almost cries and full out cry had nothing to do with anything other than the fact that I held off feeling sad and sorry for myself.

Note to self and anyone else going through something emotional; Don't feel bad about going all Elsa in the moment.  Let that shit go!  Had I just cried it out in the morning, I wouldn't have had to freak out the gas attendant.

Luckily I was too upset to pay attention to what he looked like  so the next time I get gas there I won't remember who to be embarrassed in front of :)

Also on the up side of things, my latest appointment at the center went really well.  No cysts so onward we go.  Same medicine regimen as last time since things appeared to have gone really well.  Here we go again!

Thirty Plus One

Many of you know Austin did not get a 30th birthday party.  Not because I am a neglectful wife, which is the pity party version he likes to tell, but because he was traveling up until Christmas last year.  That is why we decided to throw a big bash for his 31st. 

Austin's birthday weekend ended up being fantastic despite the fact that he rush ordered new buggy parts and spent every night (into the wee hours of the morning) working on putting it back together, just to have a teensy piece bust while unloading it from the trailer.

We were overwhelmed with the turnout.  50 of our nearest and dearest made the 2.5-4 hour journey to Waynoka Oklahoma to share in one of our favorite things to do.  Some of my girliest gals joined us and camped... in actual tents! Their hubby's should be exceptionally proud.  I took my friend Ashley on her first RZR race. (Mine too driving...eek!) Neither of us screamed we just laughed like crazy people.  I got lost in the Dunes with my gal pal Katy.... yet another bout of giggles.

Both of our families traveled to share in the celebration. (This is another HUGE feat!  My dad hates to leave his poodles... or to travel at all and Austin's dad swore he wouldn't get in another buggy Austin was driving... hehehe)  They Both had a BLAST!  My dad is still talking about it and Austin's Dad introduced us all to a little activity called training...strange but hilarious. Our moms where a dynamic little duo and buzzed around on a 4-wheeler all weekend. 

Again any of you reading this that were able to join us that weekend, from the bottom of our hearts we thank you.  We had such an incredible time, and you were the ones that did that for us.  With everything we are going through it is so nice to have an entire weekend where we don't have to worry or think about what may or may not be going right.  You gave us a weekend an unforgettable weekend of fun and reminded us of all of the support we have.

Austin's big weekend surprise was his gift, which wouldn't have been possible without my dad busting his behind to finish it in time.  Austin got his first shop sign to hang in our dune garage (once we build it)  But more than that, it's a tribute to his green buggy and the work that it took to have it. He named his buggy "By Any Means"  (As in he will work his ass off to be able to partake in this hobby he loves so much )  This is kind of Austin's take on life also.  He works so incredibly hard to provide for us and to allow us to enjoy the things we get to do. 

I guess this has become our Wiechman family motto.  Our someday baby will be a "By Any Means " baby.  We are doing everything in our power to make it happen.  When you have to work really hard for something it just makes it that much more meaningful.