So our golden retriever has not been feeling well for the last couple days. :( He woke us up 4 times last night with an upset tummy and then ended up throwing up. DH ended up bringing him to the vet. We need to watch him through the weekend and then if he still has diarreah then we'll bring him back for further testing. Hopefully that won't be the case.

We rescued him a few years ago and we love him so much but he has had so many issue and has been through 3 surgeries in less than a year. He's been to the vet so frequently lately that they literally have to drag him through the office... Poor baby... He's such a sweet boy, just has so many issues...

Here's hoping the weekend will bring him som relief...


"1 or 2... The decision is up to you..."

This is what our RE told us the other day... We've spent the last couple days discussing and getting people's opinions on what they think.

We've decided to put 2 embies back when the time comes. After talking to my BFF, she made a really good point that I'm the type of person who would kick myself if we only put back 1 and it didn't work. We're working on borrowed dollars (literally) and don't have the additional funds or insurance assistance to go through this more than once. So if this IVF doesn't happen to work we're hoping for some really good frozen embies...

I'll end this post with a favorite quote of mine...

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought." Buddha


Coming Soon...


We are excited and extremely nervous at the same time. We met with our RE today and went over the plan. We are waiting for my next cycle to start (which should be any day) and then we begin. Dr. P. recommended that we incorporate ICSI into our IVF due to Rick's count. We were hoping to forgo ICSI but we want to ensure that we end up with some great embies.

I've always been concerned about my FSH levels (I have no clue why, I can only guess because I've never heard anything about them). I asked Dr. P. about them today and was very pleasantly surprised that my number was so low. I registered at a 4!! So my eggs should be great and I should have plenty to go around.

We've been really worried about this IVF for sometime. We knew that we could afford to pay for it, but we knew that we would need a loan to do it. We had all of our ducks in a row when we found out that Capital One was no longer going to be offering fertility loans any longer... After a small break down and a very calm and collected conversation with my mother. She ever so graciously offered to loan us the money. I've never been so touched... So, my mother is officially our investor... :D


Surgery - Post Op Day 1

Yesterday was my surgery. Everything went off without a hitch. The staff was very in tune with my needs. They had me sedated as I asked for and I was out like a light within seconds of going into the OR.

I woke up and saw my RE's intern standing over me. She said and I quote "You probably won't remember a word of this, but everything went fine, we removed the polyup. As well as cleaned up your uterus. It was thick and shaggy." I remember closing my eyes, looking up at her and said "Like a carpet?!?" She looked down and laughed. She told me that Dr. P would go over everything at my post-op in 2 weeks.

Rick brought me home and took excellent care of me. This experience was a complete 180 for me from my last surgery. I'm very excited to go back to Dr. P and go over everything. Looks like if everything goes as planned, our IVF cycle will begin in just a few short weeks....


Countdown to Surgery #2

My surgery is coming up in a few days. I've been very nervous about how everything is going to play out. We had our pre-op appointment Tuesday at the hospital. I got to meet with my RE to go over everything. I am very confident in his abilities and I am feeling good about it.

It's just hard for me to forget everything that happened during my last surgery. But I digress... The date was July 24, 2007. I was scheduled for a laparoscopy, hysteroscopy, D&C, polyupectomy and ovarian drilling. I got there early and was checked in and ready to go. I get wheeled into the OR and they begin to administer the meds. The entire nursing staff is telling me to close my eyes and fall asleep... Well, little did they know that the IV was not working properly and the needle had slipped out of my vein and under my skin. The anaesthesiologist was unaware that this occurred because he was too busy flirting with another nurse. Seconds later he inserted the drug given during surgery which paralyzes the patient. I had no idea that this was happening and went to take a breath when my esophagus close up. Within seconds, my arms and legs started flailing about as if independent of my body. My eyes were rolling around and everyone in the OR was running around like crazy. I wasn't getting oxygen and my body was starved, not to mention freaking out. Finally after about a minute, the anaesthesiologist said "Holy Sh*t!" and threw a gas mask on my face. I only assume that I was beginning to change color. When I woke up my RE and the anaesthesiologist were standing over my bed while a nurse was pumping Morphine into me. They denied that anything happened to me. Three days later I developed severe panic and anxiety attacks.

You can see how ecstatic I would be to find out that I would need to go under the knife again. But, I knew that this would need to be done in order to find out what we were still not getting pregnant. It's been a tough journey, but I'll do what I need to achieve our dream.