Saturday, January 21, 2012

Katherine Isabella

On the off-chance that anyone out there reads this blog, but not my other blog: Five Camels... I just wanted to update our little story for you!

I am miraculously 20 weeks pregnant.


There were no drugs involved. No ovulation tests. I certainly wasn't "relaxed". That September? There was a freak earthquake, a hurricane, and I made this scary life-altering change at work.

I know. It's crazy. I've never been this happy in my whole entire life.

Here's documentation of the crazy joy that happened when I peed on that fateful two-lined stick.
Here's why I think it finally happened.

And if you want to hear me go on and on (and on and on) about Babies! Babies! All the time! Hop on over to Five Camels. Thank you for all your support, your love, and your prayers.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

But if you try sometimes, you just might find...

If we had to give up on having babies on our own timeline.... paradise is a good place to do that.


12 dpo: the usual teeny tiny spotting and a negative test. But hope remained. I was going to come back from paradise with two pink lines. The story was going to be good... "It was our last round of fertility meds! And it happened!!"
3am, 14 dpo: Couldn't sleep, peed on a stick with shaky hands and sleepy brain. "Is that a line??" Shook head, closed eyes, opened eyes. Asked brain to focus and stop making up lines. No, that's a piece of fuzz. That is a very negative stick. And there is copious bright red blood.

And so I sat down on the bathroom floor in paradise and grieved. I could have woken Rob up, but he was sleeping soundly and I grieve most efficiently and effectively sitting down on bathroom floors. 85% of my conversations with God happen in the shower. I cried. But this time I prayed nice prayers, not angry prayers. I pursed my lips and refused to once again ask, "Why not us???".  Instead, I asked God for help. I asked Mary for help. I asked for peace. Of course I asked for children, but primarily I asked for peace. 

And I felt it. A tiny glimmer of peace seeping into me. I sat on the cool tile and concentrated on that.

I threw away my three remaining pregnancy tests. Long ago, I threw away my birth control pills with gusto... quickly before I changed my mind. Flushed them down the toilet and hoped I was ready for babies. Now three unused pregnancy tests sit in a landfill in Florida. Infertility is not eco-friendly. But purging helps.

We're ok. I don't really want to talk about it right now. In blogland or in real life. We're moving on. We don't feel inclined to start the adoption process; we're not saving for the expensive drugs. And I don't expect it to magically happen because we're not trying anymore.

The Florida Keys are a little slice of heaven. Teal-blue, beautifully warm water, brightly colored fishes, hammocks strung up in the shade, palm trees, white sand... I'm lounging around all day in my bikini... makeup and real undergarments are so over rated... and I may return with some freckles and highlights. We've been sleeping in and having mimosas with freshly squeezed orange juice for breakfast. We had two short oceanic adventures in our rented boat before learning that my macho, indestructible husband gets violently, miserably seasick... and that I'm a better boat captain than we'd have expected. This we both find kind of funny.
Yesterday evening we went snorkeling off the dock and chased fish for hours before flopping into lounge chairs and drip-drying in the sunset. We've been watching movies with mixed drinks every night. Today we're kayaking in the calm water of our inlet. Tomorrow we're traveling to Key West for the day... to visit a butterfly sanctuary and Ernest Hemmingway's six-toed cats.

So life is good. We have lots of love in our marriage, and plenty of other adventures in store, but I think this concludes our Ovulation Adventures. Or at least the ovulation adventures that we have any control over.
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards had it right...You can't always get what you want.
Thank you for reading this. Thank you for helping me through this. Life is hard sometimes, but it's much easier with friends like you.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Don't Worry!

I posted this on FiveCamels, but not here. I'm totally ok. I was just sick of my own beat-down, depressing, negative attitude, and totally incapable of morphing that into anything remotely peppy. So I'm taking a little break from blogging. And aspiring to have a positive attitude in real life.

But before I abandon you for a bit, I have to tell you a story. Because apparently I'm not good at adhering to my self-imposed break. 

Today at dinner I announced (to the world... err...Rob) that I'm pregnant until proven otherwise. How's that for a healthy dose of Pep? So we made lots of dumb pregnant jokes. Ended most sentences with "...because you're pregnant!" while nodding convincingly at each other with wide eyes and mock seriousness. We reviewed all the smug pregnant things I'll be saying in a few weeks.


I mean... what's the worst that could happen? I'll be proven otherwise and be just as depressed as I'd be if I'd had no pep all month? No big deal.

After dinner, we went to Target to purchase camera supplies for our snorkeling adventure. As we walked by the underwear aisle, I remembered that I threw out all my holey underpants last week so I also needed some underpants. Into the basket they went. Then on to the camera section: AA batteries were CRAZY on sale: $6 for a 48-pack!! We got two... because how can you pass that up?? And a big fat SD card for all the pretty fishes. And then I looked down at our accumulated pile. And couldn't stop laughing. Loudly in the middle of Target. We unsuccessfully tried not to giggle as we went through the checkout line with: lacy panties, 96 batteries, and an SD card.

Hotness.

Ok. Now I really am off to recoup from this crazy adventure. I'll be back in a few weeks with a fresh, super-chill attitude, fish pictures, and either two pink lines or a nice dent in our margarita mix. Either scenario sounds good.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Psalm 30: 15-16

In thee, O Lord, have I hoped: 
I said, Thou art my God
my times are in thy hands.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Committee for Pissed-Off Infertile Chicks?

*While on the website for a church we'll be visiting on an out of town adventure*

Rob: Wow! They have a sewing guild! They make bibs for the babies that are baptized in the parish! 
Sarah: Huh. That's cool.
Rob: Man! These people are put-together! They have a committee that does baby showers for the pregnant women in the parish!
Sarah: (huff)
Rob: Sorry... uh... they also have an Alzheimer's support group?
Sarah: Hah! I love you, Babe.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Beer Pong and Fertility Meds

This weekend I've agreed to go out and play beer pong with my little 24 year old sister.

Lauren: So, um... bring something to wear "out".
Sarah: Um. I'm old. Do I even own "going out" clothes anymore?

I will also be taking Femara this weekend.

This is an interesting time of my life.

Monday, August 16, 2010

50 ways to leave your RE

I broke up with Dr. Steingold today. I basically gave him the: "It's not you! It's me! ... and my lazy ovaries! ...and my insurance coverage! ...and we haven't won the lottery!" speech.

I was totally unprepared to give that speech. I probably should have been more prepared, but I was mostly calling to request round 2 of Femara, and mentioned to the nurse that this would be our last month of trying with drugs.

Dr. S. apologized profusely that he didn't manage to get me pregnant. He really sounded like he meant it. He seemed sad for us. I reassured him that if we come across several pots of money, we'd be back. He said "Absolutely!"

He offered 2 more rounds of Femara instead of 1. We'll see. I'm kind of done with drugs. I'm ready to get back to my normal Sarah-self. I'm ready to stop all the testing and waiting and obsessing and crying over spots of pink. If we do two more rounds, I think we might wait on round two for a bit. Store up some hope first. Avoid taking fertility drugs and testing on vacation. Maybe we'll vacation from infertility as well as work.