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The internet is not for porn or anything else

We are having technology issues this weekend of a caliber hitherto unknown. Jeff's desktop is doing strange flashy things when he opens Windows, and out of the two laptops we have, we're functionally down to about 3/4ths of one. Taken with my major cell phone malfunctions this week and the fact that I came downstairs this morning and flipped on the light only to have it burn out in a flash of blue-white, cornea searing glory, I'd say we're cursed. If we had a barn, I'd be out there on a ladder painting a hex sign on it.

The deepest cut of all is that we've been without internet this weekend, which means I've been getting a lot more sleep. It's not worth it.

Yet the start of the weekend was so promising. I went to my work friend Hilda's baby shower on Saturday, partly to support Hilda, who started trying to get pregnant a few month after I did, and partly for good baby karma. Here she is, due in three weeks:

(I forgot my good camera, alas. These are phone pictures.)

I had a wonderful time! I was one of the very few non-Spanish speakers there, but everyone who could reasonably say something to me in English made it a point of doing so. It was a lot less like a traditional baby shower and more of a party. Hilda's mom made everyone big plates of beans, rice and marinated spicy pork. Amusement was provided by people willing to take part in the contests and games, one of which was a drinking game to see who could drink Corona out of a baby bottle the fastest. The winner was Lupe, a grandmother who happens to be one of our housekeepers at the hospital. Not only did she just smoke challenger Amy, who's maybe twenty five, she did so with such practiced calm that two nurses at my table, longtime nursing school buds Maria and Esperanza, cried out with concern: "Lupe! Breathe! BREATHE!!"

We went back to the fertility clinic yesterday expecting to get the go-ahead for a trigger shot only to hear that, while I have produced lots of eggs this month, none of them are very mature, so I have to do a few more days of hormone injections. Unfortunately, I ran out of drugs and it's been a scramble to get more in a hurry, because you can't pick up fertility drugs just anywhere. It also means we have to go back to the clinic three more times this week.

I'm not sure what the clinic could do to make it any better, but the bottom line is that we hate doing this. It's a depressing, frustrating enterprise, and it's wearing us down emotionally, but we promised ourselves that we would try fertility treatment for at least a little while, so here we are.

I can't believe my internet connection has held out long enough to type this!!

1 thought on “The internet is not for porn or anything else”

  1. well. i can only say that, you have to promise not to sue me if you keep me as a role model. i really have no bloody clue what i’m doing. that being said…you should check out mothering.com/discussions cuz they’ve got lots of NMY(not mamas yet) threads, and a lot of them revolve around fertility issues and such. a friend of mine, who had irregular periods and anovulatory cycles, and just general reproductive peculiarities lurked there (at mothering) for about 3 months, and tried some things that had been suggested, and got pregnant on month four. after 18 months of treatments and clomid and stuff. those hippies? they have some mojo. they made me like patchwork, too. i’ll stop bloggin in your comments now. i suck at being succinct.

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