Hope all of the cooking is going well. As for my own cooking project, morning monitoring brought:

Uterine lining 12.8

left ovary: 21 14 11 15.5

right ovary: 22 19.5 15

Retrieval saturday. Pray for 100% fertilization its all about that now.

Views from my day:

around noon:

I just don’t know what to think

Alma Mater clinic STILL hasn’t send forms to the bank and if i don’t order today I’ll have to pay 250 more for same day delivery for tomorrow. I told every body i talked to that I need to order for Wednesday!

And right now I’m on hold again because there may be another issue Alma mater clinic wanted pap smear results which they got but then they asked for results of gonorrea and chlamydia cultures. So I call my gyn and they state that they didn’t send them because they were too old (2007). I told them to send it anyways and now i’m on hold with the clinic to find out if they’ll accept the old labs.

And finally something goes my way! Yes since I’m a monogomous lesbo for the past 9 yrs the tests are fine.

Around 4:30pm:

I can’t do this anymore.

THE CLINIC DIDN’T SEND THE DAMN FORMS TO THE SPERM BANK. ALL OF THE NURSES HAVE LEFT FOR THE DAY. THEIR ONLY RESPONSE. CALL AT 10AM TOMORROW.

I called and cried to the patient relations person and she just called me back saying that a nurse named Viola is staying late to fax the forms to the bank.

I’m so done with this.

Greetings from the stirrups!

And this morning brought:

Lining: 8mm

Right ovary:16.5 16.5 12

Left ovary:16.5 13

Good news: As long as I have 2-3 follies in play they’ll take me to retrieval.I have 4.

Will anything about this cycle go smoothly?

Alma Mater Clinic called requesting my pap smear results which I gave them back in July.

I call I call Idiot Sperm Bank to ask about deliveries on the weekend which is when I will most probably have the retrieval. They don’t have any deliveries this weekend so as I’m about to order the man in the can for Wednesday I learn that the can has a new tank deposit fee. Refundable. 1200 dollars. I argue why do I need the tank at all since my clinic has storage and we could just send the tank back right then and there but no dice. I even offered to go pick up the vials in a cooler with dry ice because it is two train stops/5 min cab ride away. And no. This was supposedly the cheapest bank where it should have cost me about 650.

So this morning was all taken up with calling gyn about faxing pap smear results, calling Backup Sperm Bank where there was no tank deposit and the man in the can would cost 845, sending their new forms to Alma Mater Clinic, juggling the bank accts to afford the new price and now tomorrow I go in for montoring, confirm, forms were sent and received and then order the man in the can for Wednesday.

Morning monitoring is from 7:30 to 8:30. We get here at 8am where they call me in and take blood bu then the tech realies she needed two tubes so I get two veins sticked, one on each arm! I was told to wait to be called for ultrasound.

And. wait and wait and wait. AN HOUR AND A HALF until I’m finally called in.

And now instead of the waiting toom I am now half naked in an exam room typing this post.breakfast plans are now out as church service is at 11 and I miss choir rehearsal which is happening right now!(10am EST)

Actually its now 10:10. I never had this happen before.

Lining at 6

Right ovary: 9mm 14mm 8mm

Left ovary: 12mm, 8mm, 9mm,

They like to see more follies at 12 and up at this point. So nothing left to do except continue with dosages and look again on tuesday. Cancellation is a possibility.

I could believe every sign around me telling me no:

Mikey’s lack of job.
My unhappiness at my job.
My weight is at its peak.
No disposable cash.
The mixup in August regarding my HSG.
The mixup in September regarding insurance.

Instead I’m sitting here at Alma Mater clinic starting IVF the Third. Even though as late as yesterday I was ready to eat the co pays for these drugs and give them away to the IVP because i seems to be a waste of money to use these drugs on me. Better someone who will get pregnant.

But for me it’s no abou a baby. Its about closure. I know I will find closure on the busness end of the needles that will enter my vein, my ass, and the walls of my vagina.

Sigh….

BabySis, Mami, and the Nephews visited for ten days so enough time has passed for me to let go and able to write things.

They are both very smart and I miss them already. Manly Nephew has a knack for music and art. Lil Kahuna is great at mimicry and solo play. The Nephews are cute and fun but troubled. Lil Kahuna is a biter and screamer, highly competitive with brother and lacks total cooperation with peers (which is normal for two but it felt a little extreme). Manly Nephew is tantrumming and an overeater and has a real whiny/victim streak in him.

BabySis is snarky and tired and basically another parent for the Nephews

Sis is in love with a 20 something guy who moved from Utah to Puerto Rico with his brother to look for work. They do not speak Spanish and are barely LDS. Who leaves a decent economy to move across the country to an island that is poorer than Mississippi without speaking Spanish? Anyways, she’s in love she went in summer to visit him in Utah. to give a clue about his background: His mom charged Sis a daily rate while she stayed there. She visited again this fall hence the NYC visit by the Nephews. And oh yeah she M0rmonized this past spring. Ugh

Dad was impossible during the visit for all sorts of reasons to long to get into detail there. Just a rehash of Dysfunctional marriage and controlling behavior that reminded me why my parents should not be in the same state together. He found  apart time job and lives in a home with his wife, his daughter and her adult daughters. Still no relationship with them.

Mom is older and it shocked me. It took her about two hours upon landing to comment about my weight but overall it was a decent visit. It only took two years of partial estrangement. She gave me a family heirloom ring for my birthday which kinda brought the mortality thing in clear focus.

My birthday…37….I must be crazy to think about IVF the Third

Maybe today isn’t the best day to update about my job because I am in a really crappy mood but I don’t want any more time to pass here goes. I’m supervising a chidlrne’s cousneling program within a dometic violence organization. The agency is great, very supportive of its staff, nice benefits, good people.  I don’t like it.

I came in insecure, frightened about doing counseling again after a ten year hiatus, and with two counselors who had applied for the job I was hired for. And coming in getting all triggered because of my own past of domestic violence. It was a miserable first few months. My program is an offsite program so it’s just me, two counselors I supervise and a child care worker. I made some critical mistakes which basically undermined my authority as supervisor. And then my supervisor gets pregnant. It’s a little better now, the two counselors giving me the most grief have moved on, 1 to a promotion and 1 out of the agency.  But some of the damage is done. Basically I’m supervising two persons now who have this percetion that I keep myself too apart and that I’m not “clinical enough” because I only have the LMSW not the more clinical LCSW. Yesterday there was a staff event and I was pretty much alone and barely talking much. The fact that it was an open soft bar in a pub and the weather was suprisingly warm and I was overdressed also added to the general lonlieness and discomfort.

I miss busy hectic community based environments.  I miss working with multiple disciplines instead of muddling my way through clinical supervision and counseling. I miss creating programs and developing instuments to measure effectiveness. I miss grant writing and coordinating events.

I’m  putting my resume out there but the market is crappy and the salaries are lower than mine and with Mikey out of work I can’t afford a pay cut. After a dry spell, I had a couple of interviews last week but the more promising one would require a pay cut and  I told them no thanks but they recontacted me saying that they’re revisiting the salary so i’m giving them another shot this week.

I know that in the end what will make me happy is to go back to school and find my passion again whether it is in divinity, public health, public affairs or a combination thereof but right now I need to keep my employment steady until Mikey’s unemployment ends or find a job that gives of enough cushion for Mikey to become a full time house husband and/or student

A view of our sky Summer 2009

A couple of posts back Mikey and I talked about Relocating. We did some preliminary research and have pretty much come up with…not much.

Challenge 1: We live in a subsidized co-op Mikey bought 15 years ago in cash. There is no mortgage. This co-op has no taxes because its funded by a housing program. Maintenance is based on income of occupants. So the good news is that our maintenance is a pittance. It’s a pittance for any city.  And there is no mortgage and no taxes. The bad news: We gain no equity. If we move , Mikey gets back only what she bought for the place which was less than 8k.  Anywhere we move means actually adding on a mortgage and taxes to expenses

ETA: Our co-op is in a not great neighborhood that is not going to gentrify anytime soon, it is poorly maintained and the kitchen is something out of the 50’s. And remember we could pour a ton of money into this apt but if we move , we get no equity. And its a 1 bedroom. So if a child comes in we’ll be in a 1br in a not great neighborhood and not great schools.

Challenge 2: Whatever we gain in a cheaper standard of living elsewhere we’ll lose in housing costs, car costs, and moving expenses

Challenge 3: We are not the Homo Depot kind of queers and Mikey’s age and physical limits would mean a townhouse or condo with little to no maintenance. Mikey is going to drive for the first time in her 50’s and I hate driving.  That combined has ruled out anyplace where extreme cold can happen. So no New England, Mid Atlantic or the Midwest.

Challenge 4: California is out because their social work laws are more stringent than NY and I don’t want to deal with having to go back to classes to meet their requirements.

So that leaves NC and FL and thanks to  some feedback, Atlanta. A friend is working on moving to Phoenix for school and being the endearing codependent that he is he wants us to move out there. I told him he was crazy for us to even think  of going to such a Red state. The only reason FL is still in the works is because Maribelle’s family is there and happens to live in the purple spots of Ft. Lauderdale/Miami.

So who knows. It won’t happen anytime soon until IVF III is done because if we had a child we need to get our legal stuff in order before moving out of the protective bubble we live in.

Mousie is still alive and well loved

This is our fuzzy, our foosa (term coined from a kid’s movie), Florencio aka Flo much to the confusion of many people who believe Flo is a girl’s name.

Flo is quiet and gnetle and doesn’t attack or scratch any furniture except for one corner of the kitchen cabinet where the kitty treats are stored and metal door hinges. He doesn’t like any human food and 98% of canned cat food. He does enjoy occasionally licking tortilla chips and plastic. And occasional dress hem. He has chronic slow digestion which means pumpkin and extra water plus a low dose of lactulose for the rest of his life. He just recovered from an ear infection in which he spent his time successfully chewing off the gauze and the nylon collar we used to keep the e-collar on him. He was 11lbs when we got him last July, one pound overweight. At his summer checkup he weighed 15lbs. We tried a diet and in September when he went in for the infection, he weighed 15.8! Cat Diet FAIL.

Skinny cats are overrated anyways