It's been a busy week around here. We took Circuit in to the vet Monday morning to get checked out, and they ended up keeping her for the day for surgery. The poor girl is six months old and was about four weeks pregnant. The vet had to take the babies because she couldn't safely carry them to term. Making that decision was heartbreaking, but it was for the best. Her uterus was abnormal and she was just too small for babies. I feel awful for her, but she's doing well. She's pissed she can't reach her stitches, but is healing wonderfully. She is otherwise a perfectly healthy little kitten. The vet was so impressed with how well behaved she is for a stray. And Ali is healing nicely as well. Still a jerk, but I've come to terms with the fact that my cat is an asshole. Always has been. Always will be. I still love them. :)
On Tuesday, I spoke with the Fertility Clinic and things are moving forward at a nice pace. We're scheduled tomorrow afternoon for SS's semen analysis. We're both nervous, but are both in that headspace where "maybe tomorrow" we'll be on the road to a treatment plan, or at least peace of mind. We really have no clue at this point where SS stands fertility wise. Knowing once and for all will be a huge relief.
We're also scheduled for a consult with Dr. Batres at the clinic on the 25th. They sent me a ton of paperwork to complete, so we spent most of last night working on it. The medical history questions made me anxious. I'm trying to remind myself that my doctor didn't tell us no even though he knows our history, but we've been shot down so many times because of the lesions and pseudotumor... it's hard not to be afraid it'll happen again when Dr. Batres reviews everything. Most of the time, I think I've come to terms with the fact that IVF is more than likely off the table for us, but sometimes I still find myself hoping that "maybe tomorrow" will be different. Maybe we won't be told no. Maybe we'll be candidates.
Maybe is a tough spot to live in!
One of the ladies in our group has seen Dr. Batres before and spoke highly of him. Apparently he has a nervous tic where he laughs at inappropriate times. My nephew Kai has a tic disorder as well, so I can relate to that. It's comforting to know what to expect with the doc's tic, because I'm pretty sure had we started talking about the miscarriage or treatment options and he laughed, I'd have been upset had I not known about the tic beforehand.
Oddly enough, the paperwork said we need to take our marriage license with us. This bothers me. The paperwork stated the clinic will work with single mothers, so I can't begin to imagine why they need a copy of our marriage certificate before seeing us. It's 2014, not 1944. While SS and I chose to make our marriage official in the eyes of the law, not all couples do and that is a perfectly acceptable choice. One that certainly shouldn't exclude them from treatment if they are ready, willing, and capable of caring for a child. Considering that most marriages end in divorce... well, making it legal doesn't guarantee a lasting relationship or solid family dynamic any more than not getting hitched does.
At any rate, I have no idea where I put our marriage license because in almost ten years, no one has ever asked for it, so I'm not real concerned about locating it at the moment. If they ask for it and can satisfactorily explain to me why they need it, we'll attempt to hunt it down. Until then, I'm not too concerned about it. We're both fully aware that a piece of paper doesn't make a marriage and blood doesn't make family. The only thing I can come up with is that they need it for insurance purposes, but SS and I have individual insurance policies through our employers (it's far cheaper this way) so that's not an issue.
We're going to keep doing the herbals until/unless instructed to do otherwise. I've noticed little changes. Hair growth is slower. Libido is up, up and away! And I feel less off-kilter. I was hoping they'd help with the headaches as well since hormonal imbalance can contribute to migraines, but no luck there yet. I've had a few vicious migraines this week. I'm hoping they're being triggered by stress and this ridiculous weather. Now is not the time for them to fly out of control again. Especially since my doctor just agreed to let me come off the meds to get pregnant!
All in all, we're making progress. It just feels like it's so slow in coming! I suck at waiting. But maybe tomorrow, we'll finally feel like those little black clouds have stopped following us around and we can breathe.
Fertility aside, I'm trying to get Ravished edited so I can send it on its way to make the query rounds while I focus on completing FLAME so I can get it to my publisher. And then I need to buckle down and finish the rewrites for Stricken so that can be sent off as well. My goal is to have all three completed this year, but I haven't made nearly as much progress as I'd hoped. My laptop flipped out and had to be replaced which slowed me down tremendously. I've got the new one up and running now, so I'm ready to dive back in and get these done!
On Tuesday, I spoke with the Fertility Clinic and things are moving forward at a nice pace. We're scheduled tomorrow afternoon for SS's semen analysis. We're both nervous, but are both in that headspace where "maybe tomorrow" we'll be on the road to a treatment plan, or at least peace of mind. We really have no clue at this point where SS stands fertility wise. Knowing once and for all will be a huge relief.
We're also scheduled for a consult with Dr. Batres at the clinic on the 25th. They sent me a ton of paperwork to complete, so we spent most of last night working on it. The medical history questions made me anxious. I'm trying to remind myself that my doctor didn't tell us no even though he knows our history, but we've been shot down so many times because of the lesions and pseudotumor... it's hard not to be afraid it'll happen again when Dr. Batres reviews everything. Most of the time, I think I've come to terms with the fact that IVF is more than likely off the table for us, but sometimes I still find myself hoping that "maybe tomorrow" will be different. Maybe we won't be told no. Maybe we'll be candidates.
Maybe is a tough spot to live in!
One of the ladies in our group has seen Dr. Batres before and spoke highly of him. Apparently he has a nervous tic where he laughs at inappropriate times. My nephew Kai has a tic disorder as well, so I can relate to that. It's comforting to know what to expect with the doc's tic, because I'm pretty sure had we started talking about the miscarriage or treatment options and he laughed, I'd have been upset had I not known about the tic beforehand.
Oddly enough, the paperwork said we need to take our marriage license with us. This bothers me. The paperwork stated the clinic will work with single mothers, so I can't begin to imagine why they need a copy of our marriage certificate before seeing us. It's 2014, not 1944. While SS and I chose to make our marriage official in the eyes of the law, not all couples do and that is a perfectly acceptable choice. One that certainly shouldn't exclude them from treatment if they are ready, willing, and capable of caring for a child. Considering that most marriages end in divorce... well, making it legal doesn't guarantee a lasting relationship or solid family dynamic any more than not getting hitched does.
At any rate, I have no idea where I put our marriage license because in almost ten years, no one has ever asked for it, so I'm not real concerned about locating it at the moment. If they ask for it and can satisfactorily explain to me why they need it, we'll attempt to hunt it down. Until then, I'm not too concerned about it. We're both fully aware that a piece of paper doesn't make a marriage and blood doesn't make family. The only thing I can come up with is that they need it for insurance purposes, but SS and I have individual insurance policies through our employers (it's far cheaper this way) so that's not an issue.
We're going to keep doing the herbals until/unless instructed to do otherwise. I've noticed little changes. Hair growth is slower. Libido is up, up and away! And I feel less off-kilter. I was hoping they'd help with the headaches as well since hormonal imbalance can contribute to migraines, but no luck there yet. I've had a few vicious migraines this week. I'm hoping they're being triggered by stress and this ridiculous weather. Now is not the time for them to fly out of control again. Especially since my doctor just agreed to let me come off the meds to get pregnant!
All in all, we're making progress. It just feels like it's so slow in coming! I suck at waiting. But maybe tomorrow, we'll finally feel like those little black clouds have stopped following us around and we can breathe.
Fertility aside, I'm trying to get Ravished edited so I can send it on its way to make the query rounds while I focus on completing FLAME so I can get it to my publisher. And then I need to buckle down and finish the rewrites for Stricken so that can be sent off as well. My goal is to have all three completed this year, but I haven't made nearly as much progress as I'd hoped. My laptop flipped out and had to be replaced which slowed me down tremendously. I've got the new one up and running now, so I'm ready to dive back in and get these done!
xoxo,
Ayden
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