Go Sabres!

Hockey season is back!!  We went to the Sabres pre-season game Saturday night vs. Toronto!  We sat front row behind the goal- seriously amazing!!  Ryan Miller (above) was so close!  A 3-1 victory made the night even better  I am so glad the Sabres are back!

IUI

We just finished up another cycle with our IUI this past Friday (9/24).  The count was still low-8 million but at least 75% we motile.  I had a bunch of follicles this time around.  Wednesday night my RE called and wanted me to come in right away.  I was switched from ovidrel for the trigger shot to something called lupron.  Lupron lets the mature follicles go but knocks out any smaller follicles so I wouldn't go into over stimulation.  This reduces the chances of multiples.  Because of the different shot, I'm now on 2 meds for the next couple weeks or more if this cycle is a success.  I am so hoping that this is it.  The stress is unbearable sometimes and I don't know what we would do if this doesn't work out sometime soon.

A little extra luck

Last Saturday (9/18), Matt and I made the drive up to Niagara Falls, Ontario (about 40 minutes from our house).  I had heard on our local news station that the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum had ancient fertility statues on display.  Rumor had it that 2000 women had become pregnant after rubbing the statues.  After almost 2 years of trying to get pregnant, we figured we could use any extra bit of luck!  We are right in the middle of our 2nd round of injections- hopefully this will be our lucky month!

I'm sorry but...

Hormones are a crazy thing that takes over your thoughts and emotions.  I started my bravelle shots again last Sunday.  Evil Lora has returned.  I seem to lose it on my poor Matt for no reason, especially when I am tired.  That can't help things!  I flipped out on him this week because of so many irrelevant things and feel awful about it.  Then I know I sound crazy and like a horrible person and feel guilty, which makes me feel even worse.  I say sorry but know (and hopefully he knows) that it is the hormones taking over and not me.

Needles

There was a point in my life where I absoluetely HATED needles.  Somehow, while battling through infertilty, they haven't become so bad.  Being poked for bloodwork or for injections is no longer scary.  Today alone I had bloodwork, a flu shot and will be having my hormone injections tonight.  Is is wrong that it has become normal? 

Long weekend=Perfect timing

I think that if anyone reading this was a teacher, they would agree that Labor Day is a wonderful thing if you have already started up the school year.  I've been with my new group of 6th graders since August 23rd.  Just enough time has passed where I know all of the kids names and we have established some what of a routine. The true personalities have also began to emerge from some as well.  This long weekend is a PERFECT break right now.

We plan on going to the Buffalo Chicken Wing Festival this afternoon.  If you are a Buffalonian, it is a must to attend at some point.  Tomorrow will be spent celebrating my niece Maicy's 3rd birthday.  All in all it sounds like good weekend with a perfect break from work.

"That Girl"

I think I have officially become "that girl."  "That girl" means that I am now the one who people are afraid to tell that they are pregnant because they don't want to upset me.  Example 1:  A close friend from college (we pledged our sorority together) found out she was pregnant.  She emailed me on facebook privately to tell me the news long before it came out on facebook.  She wanted me to hear it from her and not from some random post.  She's due in January with a little girl.  Example 2:  My grade level partner's wife is pregnant with baby 2.  Two weeks ago when we first started back at school he said that they were having difficulties with trying.  I would have kept believing that until he told me today that they were expecting.  She is due in April- meaning he probably knew before we came back to school but he didn't want to say anything to get me upset. 

I am not as happy as I used to be when I found out someone was expecting.  I can't be.  It is impossible to enjoy and be happy about something that has become such a struggle for me.  I feel jealous, angry, bitter and sorry for feeling those 3 emotions all at the same time.  I would never wish the journey that Matt and I are taking on anyone but it doesn't make it any easier to hear the joys that other couples are having.