Childhood cancer survivor. That's the good news. Bad news? Chemo and radiation zapped my eggs leaving me infertile. Egg donors were found, several attempts were made and finally we were blessed with beautiful twin girls - born too early (21 wks, 5 days on Dec. 5, 2008). Hang out with me while we savor life with Big Baby Boy, who arrived via gestational surrogate on March 25, 2013.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Today
Is my birthday! And although I have been swamped with work, I know today is going to be a great day.
So much has transpired since my last post - some good (like my birthday and forward progress with the ED process), some horrific (like last week's Supreme Court ruling) and some just emotionally draining (like my "why didn't you tell me" adoption meltdown/confrontation with the 'rents). Oy vey. So much to say, so much to talk about!
But right now I am scrambling to put together my 10:30 presentation for work. After that, I will be busy counting the hours to my birthday bash (last hurrah?). AFTER that, I will blog and blog and blog.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Superstitious
I couldn't help it. I am fascinated. I have never ever ever even cracked one of these publications open. Today, my doctor was running a little late. I needed something to read. Before you know it, I had devoured one. Cover to cover.
Good lordessa, this whole pregnancy thing is fascinating. My body would do what? I can't decide if I am even more excited or slightly repulsed.
What I do know is that my back is killing me. Yesterday morning I had the brilliant idea to take a yoga class instead of my usual a.m. battle of wills against the elusive elliptical.
It seems that I am NOT a yoga kind of person.
I have no idea what I did. None of the moves were all that taxing. Frankly, the whole hour was pretty damn boring. Sun salutations, fine. Stretching, breathing, fine. Listening to the instructor talk about what yoga means to her, wasn't really feeling it. Laying on the floor in savasana for over 5 minutes focusing on the here and now and finding peace with existence and not thinking just being....um, sorry. This just isn't for me.
If anything, I probably need less time for introspection and dwelling on the present. I don't think I can get any more self-aware. And, you know, I'm not ok with the present, the here, the now. Me, I 'm looking towards the future. I already know what is. I want to dream about what will, maybe, perhaps, be.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Who knew?
I probably would have been immune to this fact for the rest of my life, or at least until I got them. But since congenital rubella syndrome is no joke, we'll just get this sorted out quick fast in a hurry, shall we?
This probably justifies every poke, prod, test and squirt that hubby, donor and I are subject to over the next few months. Women are warned not to get pregnant until at least four weeks after receiving the vaccine. So finding this so early in the process means it shouldn't delay anything later on.
Oh darn you missing spleen.
Don't it always seem to go,
that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone....
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Thank you Easter Bunny - bwak bwak
My mother’s Easter feast (aka have some ham with that salt, some noodles with that gob of cheese and how about a little bread with that wad of butter) has left me out of sorts. Ever since Sunday all I want to do is sleep, and then sleep and then maybe take a little nap.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
On Your Marks...
I feel like I am training for a frigging marathon.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Bricks without Straw!
Here are more questions from our new patient form that I didn’t know how to answer: