Hello again, my lovelies.
It's 8:00 a.m. and I've been home for a little over 7 hours, and my mother has already called three times, wanting to know which fruits and vegetables I'd like from the store and whether I want eggs from her friend's chickens. I don't think she wants to hear my response, which involves neither produce nor protein, but instead about 14 Advil and going back to bed for about 3 more hours. Steve has already managed to accidentally microwave the fresh sourdough bread I brought home from San Francisco, and Andrew has happily ripped through his presents. There's already been an Incident with the blueberries on the kitchen floor; when I got upset that they'd fallen, Andrew told me that "it's okay, you didn't do it on purpose."
Our home computer is still broken, still hostage to my brother's ineffective ministrations. It's been about two months since we asked him to look at it, and his busy schedule and ADD have meant that not much is going on with it. On the other hand, when I had to order a new operating system disk from D*ll, my new BFF Sanjit called me no fewer than three times to enquire whether I'd received the disk yet. (One call, received while I was in the lovely gardens here, was especially bizarre.)
I'm about 5 dpo, after thankfully ovulating while I was still, you know, in the same town as my husband. (I seem to have astonishingly terrible luck whenever I am going on a trip out of town, my body bending its schedule to ovulate on day 9 or 17 for the sole purpose of ensuring that I'm nowhere close to any sperm during the right days.)
If this cycle doesn't work, then we will talk to the doctor about our Plan. I don't know exactly what it will involve, but a friend sent me some of her leftover drugs earlier this month, and I think I will talk to the doctor about doing a few cycle of injectible IUIs. Normally, I would forego IUIs, as I think they tend to be significantly less effective than IVF, but I think this time, this makes sense. If I didn't have the miscarriage issues, I would go straight to IVF, but with them, it seems like a terribly expensive way to lose another pregnancy. The IUIs would be covered by insurance, and there would be less pressure and less at stake if I miscarried again.
I was lucky enough this past weekend to spend an idyllic afternoon with the lovely Bugs and her beautiful family, eating cheese and watching her sweet children pick fresh blueberries in the back yard. It was such a perfect day, so restorative and comfortable. It is a shame that we all cannot have such sweet reunions more frequently.
