tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75018996814018543852011-10-12T08:42:21.426-04:00You're Not Losing A Vagina, You're Gaining A SonBionic Baby Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14308646591208692676noreply@blogger.comBlogger1861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501899681401854385.post-6395444147123670032011-07-07T22:40:00.001-04:002011-07-07T22:40:34.902-04:00

...is up at last.http://bionicmamas.com/2011/07/08/birth-story-part-five/

Bionic Baby Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14308646591208692676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501899681401854385.post-41358797935439668222011-06-16T21:38:00.002-04:002011-06-16T21:41:29.812-04:00

...then you are missing out. The Bean is dancing for you. http://bionicmamas.com/

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Hello everyone. This blog has moved to wordpress. You will be automatically redirected to the new location in about five seconds. [ETA: Turned off the redirect so the (*^$# old links work....]Thanks! Sorry to do this in the middle off a serial story . . .ETA: Don't forget to change your reader feeds, now! Don't want to miss the part where only one person on the medical team can tell my

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Oh my, oh my! Looks like those other two babies either have beaten me (I'm guessing, here) or are poised to do so! Squeeee!Where were we? Ah, yes. Monday afternoon. We were on the subway. Of course. Where the hell else would we be, with me 4 cm dilated, completely effaced, having been contracting regularly for twelve hours or so? Surely not NEAR THE DAMN DOCTOR’S OFFICE WE HAD JUST LEFT,

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Well, it’s happened. One of those overdue babies has gone and gotten herself born! Congratulations, Ms. Debbie G! And your lovely wusband, too! Biggest congratulations of all to that lucky, lucky baby girl, who is going to grow up in a super-awesome family. In other news, while I was spacing out again, another due date I told myself I’d beat has gone and passed. I’d better get on this, eh?

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(For backstory, disclaimers, and jokes about the Crimean War, see Part One.)In a comment on the last post, Bunny asked whether my granny cart broke because of the hundred-ish pounds of groceries I had piled in it in my attempt to keep the cats from eating us alive. The answer is no. A superficial analysis would suggest that it broke because I was lazy the last time I fixed it (the linchpins on

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This is hard to write. I still feel strange about parts of this story, and I can't seem to get it to coalesce into better writing. But I told myself I would get it done before the arrival of several specific babies, two of whom are now past their due dates. So here goes. The first of ...4, maybe? [Ed. -- who am I kidding? Maybe 8.] parts, which I'm going to post as soon as I have them

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The Bean is three months old today. He is sweet and smiley and miraculous. There isn't a way to say he's the light of our lives that doesn't make me gag a bit, and yet it's true. He wiggles an eyebrow and I am transformed from the grumpy dragon of morning to a cooing fool; he makes Sugar smile even when she's barely slept, which let me tell you, is right up there with lead into gold. I could

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I still remember you, Roselle.(So no, cheerful husband of sweet friend, please don't give my son a camouflage hat. You mean well and think it would be cute, but I can't stand it.)

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Thanks to Pom, the new site seems to be working.Update your readers, y'all.http://bionicmamas.com/ETA: Dammit! Never mind. Working....Oh neverthefuckmind.

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Sorry for the relative lack of vagina news in this post, but:Any wordpress experts out there? I'm trying to move the blog, for the same reasons everyone does plus righteous indignation at the late blogger unpleasantness. I set up the new one (even shelled out for the fancy, no-.wordpress address) and I've run the importer multiple times over several days in different browsers, but all that ever

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Hello, internets. Miss me?The radio silence you've been enjoying has been made possible by:a Bean who is getting smilier and more fun every daya Mama who is way less depressed now that she isn't in pain all the time*more weather worth walking around in [Ha! Except then it rained all week and I still didn't get this post done!]*only...I seem to have injured myself with only a little pumping, and

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Hey, y'all. Just a quickie to let you know that the Tribeca Film Festival is streaming a documentary about donor siblings for free today. You have to register, but there's no charge, and so far I'm finding it very interesting, well made, all that. If you catch it, let's compare notes, eh?http://www.tribecafilm.com/tribecaonline/streaming-room/donor_unknown-film32714.htmlThe trailer (which I

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(It's taken me two days to write this, so the time references are all off. I know you don't care, but For The Record.)This morning, during the twenty minutes that the Bean deigned to sleep not on me (not that it isn't adorable, but pretty soon I'm going to form adhesions to the Boppy and the couch) I wrote my GP a thank you note.Now, I am southern and everything, but I am not that devoted to the

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Hello, internets. I owe you a post or ten -- or at least some pictures (I got one with a smile yesterday! A smile!) -- but as I am typing one-handed, marooned under a finally-sleeping Bean*, I must beg your continued patience. However. I am seeing my GP tomorrow -- one of the stories I owe you is "In Which I Realize I Must Break Up With Dr. Russian" -- and, being sick to death of being in

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Oh, for fuck's sake. Blogger just ate a very long -- and, since it isn't here for you to read, let's assume terribly witty -- post, mostly about the myriad ways breast-feeding is driving me batty. Obviously, its deletion is a La Leche League plot.I'd recreate it, but between nursing, "soothing" (read: trying everything I can think of followed by trying not to panic), and repeating, it took me 6

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...from a boy who has returned to his birthweight and a Mama who is beginning to have color in her cheeks again.Now we are sprung from the pediatrician's until the Bean's two-month appointment, and we can concentrate on the more fun aspects of parenting, like the veritable poop fountain that erupted out of the bassinet yesterday. Bellagio's got nothin' on our place, I tell you what.

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Hey, can we pretend I posted this yesterday? When I started writing it? Thanks.The Bean is doing better, by the way. He'd gained 4 ounces -- FOUR OUNCES! -- on Monday, and the LC was great and not dippy and gave us more things to do. We'll see the ped and her again tomorrow.Happy Pi Day! I hope you're celebrating appropriately. Sugar has been doing so much work around here since the Bean

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Bunny asked to hear more about how breastfeeding was going well, but sadly, I guess it only sort of is. From the perspective of my little world at home, it is going well. The Bean has gotten better at latching, my right nipple no longer feels (and looks) sandpapered, I have gotten well enough myself that I can nurse sitting up without passing out (the nurse at the hospital told me this was

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Hi folks. Thank you for all the well-wishing. It is very appreciated. We are, predictably, tired, overwhelmed, and very, very happy. You shall have a real post one of these days, but for now, a few notes and some pictures:Note: Epidurals are really, really wonderful things. I have altered my original position towards those who would discourage their use (not those who would not choose them,

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Hi everyone. We are all home and everyone is healthy. You'll still have a wait a few days for the birth story, as Bionic is feeling pretty wiped out at the moment. I thought in the meantime I would share the odd things my dream brain has been coming up with. Apparently it doesn't like lactation consultants. Although I understand that having anxiety dreams about the new tiny person in the

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Meet the bean!Baby went into labor yesterday afternoon and had Baby Boy Bean at 3:06 am this morning. More details to follow when we are back from the hospital . . .

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Update: 1-minute contractions every 10 minutes from 4am on. They start in my back, then come around to belly and shoot down legs. Maybe a bit more frequent now. Talked to Dr. Skinny late last night, because I didn't understand that this blood business was just going to go on and on (intermittently). Frankly, she was kind of a bitch about it. Poop on her. (Actually, if she ends up at the

Bionic Baby Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14308646591208692676noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501899681401854385.post-30292610231957041532011-02-27T11:30:00.002-05:002011-06-07T13:07:21.432-04:00

...probably IS bloody show. And boy, is it bloody. No need to give me your abruption stories; I've already talked to Dr. Skinny in a moderate panic today and she is not worried.Instead, how about your labor/hospital bag lists? It's starting to seem like we ought to pack one.To answer a few questions from the comments: H2 -- Yes, we did the shoot. A picture or two will make it here eventually.

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Okay, class; clear your desks.Q: You have arranged to cover or otherwise surround yourself in white fabric -- wearing white pants, a white dress, a white bathing suit, or, in my case, the many white draperies Sugar has thrown around our bedroom in preparation for one of those slightly cheesy pregnancy photo shoots. What happens next?˙ǝsɹnoɔ ɟo `ƃuıpǝǝlq ʇɹɐʇs noʎ :ɐ(Don't worry -- not very much.

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Good things happened today:I took another look at those stretch marks. They haven't disappeared, but they aren't as bad as I'd remembered, either. As no one has ever thought my stomach was my best feature, perhaps I can Build A Bridge And Get Over It.Following another 45 minutes listening to the same "song" on hold (I like synth glockenspiel and rhythmic static as much as the next lass, but I

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This was going to be a nice, neurotic little post about how I'm freaking out about the idea of having an actual baby in the house, how I still can't wrap my head around the idea, all that sort of thing. With some weepery about newly-discovered stretch marks thrown in, for spice. But I just got off the phone with the Department of Civil Service -- I have been working for the state -- who told me

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Item: Thank you for the nice comments on Sugar's painting. The likeness is a tad off, but the boobs are exactly accurate. Um, Sugar? My face is up here.Item: We had our last growth scan on Monday, and all is well. As Sweet Sonographer covered my midriff (sounds too cute...mid-raft?) with icy glop, I said lightly that she ought to make them buy her a fancy glop-warmer, like they have over at

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Yesterday I decided to test out our new storage location for my paint and sketchbooks by getting them out and painting the view across the street. Our living room window looks out over the parking lot next to a church (once an old synagogue) that makes amplified grumbling noises every Sunday morning. On the other side of the parking lot you can see the backs of two 3 story buildings and some

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Thank you, thank you, thank you for your kind and helpful comments and emails about the last post. It's not that I thought y'all were the type to poop on a person about something like that, it's just...I worry. (But don't YOU worry, MFA Mama -- I promise I will still have more than enough angst when the Bean is here. Limitless supply, I tell you what.) Starhillgirl, I can't believe you'd even

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I keep thinking that if I wait, all these things in my head will coalesce into a real post, but it isn't happening. So here comes a big mess. If you'd prefer not to see a bunch of mental clutter, here is an alternate post for you:What should we be registering for that we've forgotten? Discuss.Still here? Okay then.First, the confession part. It concerns birth stories. Yours and yours and

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I'm gonna need one of these in about a minute, y'all.

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I keep trying to write a quick post today and it keeps coming out dull as dishwater, so here are some pictures instead. With any luck, I will convince Sugar to scan the latest Bean ones and write you a better post soon. (Bean is fine, by the way. 47th percentile for weight, head down, heart still beating nicely. I, meanwhile, have gained exactly 0 pounds since my last appointment. Believe me

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In fact, I do not feel very guilty about the fish oil. Partly, I'm not especially convinced it does so very much good for teh bebe (see here), and partly, I think it's of some import to my delicate psyche not to get too far down the road of "perfection" in this whole parenting thing. I put perfection in quotation marks because I don't believe there is such a thing in this arena; I think that

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I gave my stomach a week off to recover from a rough Christmas, but the DHA gel caps are still giving me horrible fish burps. That is just it. Bean, you are going to have to find a way to be smart without that particular supplement. One more thing to put on your list for therapy.

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Hi, folks. So much has been going on, and I haven't managed to tell you any of it. Mea culpa. Today's update post comes to you from the couch, where I am staring over the horizon of an empty ice cream container and into space (such as it is in an NYC apartment), worn out from a 12-hour weep-fest. (We'll get to that, but please don't worry -- everyone is healthy if not happy.)Here are some

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INT. NORTHERN MIDWESTERN HOUSE - AFTERNOONDISTANT VOICE, SUGAR'S MOMSo I just am going to get this soup on the stove and then I'll be ready to show you what presents need to be wrapped and maybe you could go to the store and buy milk in the meantime get skim this time and mom can fill out these present labels it should be in her handwriting do you know where those scissors went I can never find

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This must be how Hannibal's regiment felt.Thank you to the Hot Mamas for the pachyderms! They are so much cuter than they look here -- the ears! the quilted, plaid ears! -- but I was afraid I'd never get this up if I didn't do it now. And thank you to An Offering (can I call you Anoff?) for organizing this very fun swap.

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Greetings from the snowy midwest, where we are visiting Sugar's family. The snow is not too deep and very pretty, but I am nonetheless grateful that my mother's giant grey marshmallow of a down coat still closes around me. It's touch-and-go after a meal, I tell you what. Luckily, we'll be out of the cold weather and down to my parents soon, so it only has to hold on for a few more days.

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I'd like to find the fellow who invented the glucose tolerance screening procedure.And then I would like to puke on him. And kick him for a bit.Related: Should I really still feel like donkey shit, ten and a half hours after the test? Does this mean that my body is not, in fact, any good at processing glucose, that I will fail the test and be told to do the three-hour one? Because...no. Have

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Greetings from your favorite dugong! Not only is my physique tending towards the marine mammal look (though I look considerably less svelte than a real dugong, I'm afraid), but my attempts to forestall rib pain by keeping my arms close to my chest may soon result in their becoming flippers.Still feeling like I'm being stabbed and rather peeved at Dr. Russian for not really listening to me about

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You know it's the dark time of year when you find yourself eating breakfast by candlelight.Those are kitchn's ricotta pancakes, by the way, and quite tasty they were, too. Hope you are keeping the fires alight -- and dry, fellow New Yorkers.

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Item: This post is coming to you from my dismal office, as I wait an hour for the next bus to ferry me to the train station, the first step of my 2+ hour commute. It will be even longer tonight, because I missed the early bus. I had (somewhat irresponsibly) let class out early so I could catch it, and then I spaced out and missed it anyway. Is this "pregnancy brain" (gag) or ordinary

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Hello from the calm before the cooking storm, chez Bionique. My mother is here, which has forced us to begin to make inroads in the junk filling the "spare" room (of course, no room can ever be truly spare in a New York apartment), at least to the extent that the aerobed can be jammed in there. Tomorrow, I will wear myself out cooking Thanksgiving dinner, as I love to do. I am still trying to

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Hi everybody. Thanks for your kind comments. I am feeling much better now, I'm not even taking Aleve anymore. Yay! I had my post-op consult today. No surprises - the surgeon wants me to see a neurologist before I go on birth control to make sure it's safe, since I had a few migraines with aura in 1999. She told me I had to wait yet another week before going back to my regular workout

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Hi folks. We are okay, just busy. Sugar is mending pretty well -- her post-op appointment is tomorrow, so I hope we'll know more then. Poor dear hates percocet, though. Isn't that the saddest thing you've ever heard? (More for the rest of us....) I've managed to mostly keep the household from falling down around our ears while she's been sick, but it's pretty darn shambles-y. And my mother

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Up until about three weeks ago, I thought of myself as a basically healthy person. I felt lucky for being so healthy, and thought often about how unfair it was for Baby to have to deal with chronic asthma, migraines, and the frequent pain of severe endometriosis.Then I had an ultrasound, the intent of which was to see if I still had a small polyp in my uterus, that turned up the fact that I had

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Everything is fine! Dr. Fancy thought the issue might have been seeing the gallbladder, which looks fine on the fancy machine. And the Bean looked far less dragon-y this time. Related: if I've always been kind of grossed out by 3D u/s pictures but thought mine were cute, is pregnancy destroying my brain? Okay! Back to work!

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Oooo, lordy, it's been too long since we've written here. The cliff's notes are that things are fine, my back/legs/hips are starting (already! crap!) to be a problem but I otherwise feel good, and that we got a big, sudden freelance job that is keeping us busy for a couple of weeks but will provide a few bucks for the "what in the hell will we do when Bionic isn't working, and have you seen the

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In Which Bionic Is Reassured That Non-Pink/Blue Baby Clothes Do Exist.And they're darn cute, too.I'm posting this partly so Sugar can see them while she's visiting her parents for the weekend. She'll be home tomorrow, but should she really have to wait a whole day to see this?

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Over the past few weeks, we’ve taken a crucial step in practicing belief that the lump in my belly will one day be a Real Live Baby TM: we’ve told lots and lots of people. We’ve told the friends we hang out with but don’t make the “we’d want you to know about a miscarriage anyway” list (GULP). We’ve told my boss I can’t teach in the spring (financial GULP). We’ve even told Facebook (

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Hey, y'all. I owe you a real post -- more than one, really. Things have been afoot, chez Bionique.But it is getting late. For tonight, here is a picture to tide you over. (Please to ignore the crazy background. Somehow, this will magically turn into a baby's room by March or so. HA HA HAAAAAA. ha. ha.)Special thanks to Dora, who gave me the tights, along with quite a few other nice things

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cribsdrop-side cribsCRIBS FOR SHORT PEOPLE(Seriously, thoughts, fellow shorties? How the hell am I supposed to reach all the way over the side?)cold sorecold sore pregnancycold sore depressioncold sore pregnancy treatmentlysinelysine pregnantvaltrexvaltrex side effects...quickening

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Hello everybody. We are all fine. We are on Fire Island. It's raining, but maybe it will be sunny tomorrow.Baby's last OB appointment went fine. Her one cervix is behaving well. Her other one, the sonographer thinks she found, probably, and is probably fine too.The bean seems to have grown ears.Our two year old friend is at the beach with us. Her mom is roasting ducks in the oven and making

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Hiya, friends. Sorry for the silence. Not much to report around here except for the IF equivalent of first-world problems: feeling blue about feeling fat; feeling terrified at the prospect of an actual baby in our actual apartment; feeling like stabbing someone in Old Navy while attempting to buy maternity clothes and settling for having a melt-down in H&M instead. Fascinating stuff.I have an

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A few people have commented on the timequake that struck my ticker recently. If you thought it went backwards for a few days, you're not wrong.When I first made the ticker, I was using the EDD I'd gotten from an IVF website. After all, I thought, no need to bring my LMP into this when I know *exactly* when I conceived, right? Egg Retrieval was CD 13 for me -- the closest I've had to a "normal"

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It's been far too hot in the past several months to think about wearing jeans, but Cali's Photo Friday suggestion got me curious. Most of my summer clothes are big and loose; I had no idea it had come to this.Here is the other exciting button in our lives these days: This darling little doppler was lent to us by a splendiferous blogger, with the help of another pair of magnificents (all of whom

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Thank you all so much for your good wishes and encouragements and sympathies. (May, get your heart our of your mouth, darling, you're liable to chew it or something.)The short answer is that everything is fine. ETA: pics to come; I think Sugar took them back to work in her bag.The bean was very reluctant to get into the necessary position, so we had a nice long spying session while the

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Hello, all.It's 5 in the morning here. I've been awake for at least an hour. Nuchal this afternoon. I sat down with a calendar yesterday to make notes: I've been spotting and/or bleeding for exactly one month.Not nervous at all, why do you ask?

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Hey there, internets. How are you?Things are basically fine around here. We've gotten several chances lately to spy on the bean, who seems to have arms and legs and a steady heartbeat. It even *moved* while we were watching last Monday -- a kind of quick sit-up, prompting my mother to observe that it obviously has genes not from our family.The reason we've been getting so much screen time is

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The appointment went well. Jury's a little out on this doctor -- if she'd started the appointment in the mode that she finished it, she would have only seemed a little robotic, but the first part...yuck -- but to be fair, she did send us off for a reassurance scan without argument. And I am madly in love with the sonographer. I told myself I would do this if we got through today okay:

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...we went and got married again.It was a perfect day, preceded by weeks of utter exhaustion and chaos. We have new respect for wedding planners: this was the most low-key party ever to be thrown outside of a parental backyard, and it nearly killed us. But it did not. The food was good (and the caterer's partner, a dentist, fixed our bridesmaid's broken tooth that morning), we didn't run out

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Hi, y'all.I always wondered why so many bloggers suddenly stop posting as much after successfully getting knocked up. I figured mostly it was an abrupt slowing of narrative -- particularly compared to the flurry of data that was IVF, early pregnancy is pretty low-key, leaving less that needs urgent discussion. What never occurred to me was what I think now must be the real reason, at least for

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Hi everybody. Sorry it's been so long. We have been experiencing serious wedding related stress. But anyway . . . .We had an exciting Monday! We went for the first ultrasound and saw a tiny pulsating 2 pixels on the screen (apparently a beating heart) and even heard the teeny tiny thing!Here is our embryo, which, since it looks like a very small blob inside a slightly larger blob, looks like

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Dear Chinese spammers, I know, I know, you don't read the blogs you spam. And it's true that I'll delete your comments no matter what, since they all contain those silly links that are long strings of ellipses. (While we're on the topic, the rule is three dots when the ellipsis falls mid-sentence, four if it ends the sentence. There's no call ever for using 15-20. I will deduct points for

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today's beta = 2988So that's:14dpo = 13721 dpo = 2988Doubling time = 1.57 daysEveryone at the Baby Factory seems happy with those numbers. (But the nurse I had today, whom I like a lot, seemed happy from the get go. She kept acting like I was pregnant, imagine that!)U/S Monday after next.Holy Shit.

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Thank you again for all your kind congratulations and general huzzahing. I have read and reread the comments an embarrassing number of times. You are lovely.Not much new to report around here. Crampiness seems to have tapered off. Have flirted with nausea a few times, but nothing serious yet. Might be having some new strangeness vis-a-vis temperature regulation, but it could be just that

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Quick inside-baseball post:Blogger is eating my comments. As in, I get a nice email with your nice comment in it, but it never shows up on the blog itself. Which is sad, because some of you are really funny.It's only been happening since last night, but I'm already driven a bit batty.Has this happened to you?If so, did it fix itself or did you have to do something?Is this all a sign that we

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Hey, y'all. Chez Bionique = still reeling. Happy, befuddled, occasionally panicking...never a dull moment, as they say.Symptom watch includes mild (but not so mild that I wouldn't take an Advil under other circumstances) cramping, some fatigue, and -- I'm going to count this -- the biggest MFing cold sores I have had in easily 15 years. As in, where did the left side of my upper lip go? Yuck.

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Yesterday was Pregnancy Test Day. Which we also spent getting lost in Queens, driving all around Long Island and, for me, photographing the inside of an old couple's house.We went to the clinic in our borrowed car and Baby got her blood drawn for the test. Then we proceeded to try to go to the beach at Robert Moses State Park, but first ended up shooting across the Queensboro bridge and not

Sugar Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07944006168609786898noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501899681401854385.post-90213659702847194452010-07-01T12:34:00.004-04:002011-06-07T13:08:28.792-04:00

When I woke up this morning, my boobs were no longer big and painful (nor as awesome-looking, I should add). I don't understand how that can be the case, when I'm sticking 200mg of progesterone up my hoo-has three times a day, but as it is exactly what happens three days before my period every month, I'm not exactly brimming over with happiness.Beta is Saturday. Not planning to POAS before then

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Hey there, folks. How are you? I'm much better than I was, happy to say. I have been all blown up like a water balloon from a touch of OHSS, which wasn't particularly painful but was kind of tiring, but on Sunday night I peed like I have never peed before -- I think someone told my kidneys there was a talent scout in the house -- and suddenly I can wear pants again. If I do end up pregnant, I

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Today we did the embryo transfer! I took the day off work to be able to go with Baby to all her various appointments - acupuncture, transfer, acupuncture, home - and in order to do so I told my office that she was having 'surgery.' Now they are all worried about her, and probably think she has cancer, since I was so unspecific. On Saturday she actually had surgery (egg retrieval) and I was all

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Okay, I know that post title makes no sense; I just felt like it.The fact that I am aware that it's meaningless should indicate to you that I am off the percocet. After a fairly wretched Sunday and a somewhat rough Monday morning, my belly stopped aching and I didn't need it anymore. Acupuncture probably helped, too. I'm still somewhat bloated -- only up 2 lbs. from retrieval day but it's all

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Hey there, internet. It's been a rather rollercoaster-y day around these parts, so I'm not sure how peppy I can make this.Let's start with good things:We now have two dozen fertilized eggs. Obviously 24 is too many to put back, but luckily vitrification and FET means we can have two, reasonable pregnancies of 12 each....The red gatorade isn't so bad if it's really cold.After no percocet

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Hey, y'all. I'm back from retrieval, chillin' in the bed with my good buddies percocet and gatorade. I will write the whole story at some point, but the important parts are:I made it. I was definitely scared, but even though I won't say it was all peaches and ice cream, it was nothing as bad as I'd feared.THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for the messages of support and especially the stories.

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I've been in stirrups so many times in the past week that I've started wearing skirts to the clinic, just to save the trouble of taking my pants on and off. I take my shoes off anyway, because not doing so seems somehow inappropriate, even though there's no real need.I went into the Baby Factory for blood work and ultrasound this morning, as I have for the past seven consecutive days. First

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...but not tonight. Holy Moses, this stimming business has me worn out, internet. I seriously do not know how some of you have done this and had real jobs, other kids, etc., at the same time.Things continue apace around here. Back still hurts, but other side effects have tapered off. Mostly between a 4 ("My pain is not fucking around") and a 6 (Ow. My pain is super legit now) on Hyberbole

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Hey, y'all. I keep thinking I'll find energy to write a coherent post, but apparently not yet. In the interest of keeping you abreast of the situation chez Bionique, here is a disjointed post, instead.Things are basically okay. Stim dose keeps going up and down. Things happened faster at 225 than they expected, so it went down to 187.5 and then 112.5 -- thanks for helping me brush up my 37.5

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Internets! Hello from day 4 of stims. Things are going pretty well. I went in for blood work today, and they say I'm showing a good response. My estrogen is at 545. So tonight, Gonal-F went down to 187.5, and tomorrow we're going in for more b/w and the first u/s look at what's up in the ol' egg cartons. I'm to bring the Ganirelix with me, in case it's already time to start antagonizing the

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Hey, internet. How's it?Things are chugging along, chez Bionique. I'm astonished (and a little frightened) to report that I am already feeling occasional soreness in my ovaries. This is getting worse before it's getting better, I know. Oh, well. This is the perfect time in my year to be incapacitated. I'm in between teaching gigs -- I'll start summer school in July -- so I am more or less

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So last night Baby had to do her first injection for IVF using a little needle attached to a pen that goes into the flesh around the navel. After a couple of hours of waiting for the on-call doc to call back and explain what to do when the pen dosages don't match up with the dosage instructions (wtf Gonal-F?) it was time to do the deed. Baby swabbed her stomach with antiseptic and then stood

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CD2 bloodwork and scan this morning. New cyst on right ovary caused panic that cycle would be canceled already, but voicemail says start shooting up tonight (!) Off to go watch so injection videos, screw courage to the sticking place, etc.For the cycle nerds:200 U Gonal-F for three days; another scan + bloodwork on Friday.ETA: REAL cycle-nerds may already know that Gonal-F pens don't do 200

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Okay, I really do have half (read: three throat-clearing sentences) of a Come and Eat post written, only now it's time to leave the house for a day trip to the beach! (Read: Sugar is going to photograph someone's house, like she do, and I am going to drive to the nearby beach in our borrowed car and lie there.)...which in turn means, via the Law of White Pants and its corollary related to

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Thank you all for you kind and thoughtful comments on the Memorial Day post. It means a great deal to me that you took time to read it and to think of Roselle. A college friend read it today and concurs: she really was that great.Said friend also thought to take pictures of Roselle's tree at reunion, and she's said I can post them here.

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I have to admit they look more bullet-like than I'd imagined.Meds are here!...almost. Can you spot what's missing?How about if I name them? Pictured: Progesterone bullets Sharps container Alcohol swabs Syringes I hope I won't need (for PIO) Gonal-F Ganirelex PrednisoneNot pictured?*I had figured I would write one of those peppy, everything's-moving-forward!, I-am-gonna-get-a-baby! posts when

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[Scene: Brooklyn apartment, summer morning. BIONIC is stuck inside, waiting for packages of refrigerated medicines to arrive via UPS and FedEx.][sfx: door buzzer]BIONIC: Hello?Voice Over: UPS!BIONIC: Please come up![BIONIC presses door buzzer for a good minute, just in case.][Two minutes pass.][sfx: door buzzer]BIONIC: Hello?VO: FedEx!BIONIC: Please come up![BIONIC presses door buzzer for a good

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Hello, internets. Welcome back -- physically, mentally, whatever -- from the holiday weekend.Sugar and I took a last-minute trip to New Hampshire with Womb Buddy, stayed in the 200-year-old house she moved to after leaving our hometown when we were both little. I visited in the summers for a few years, sliding in the swimming hole under the covered bridge, getting locked in a horse stall full

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Receptionist: Kips Bay Baby Factory, may I help you?Me: May I please speak with Andrology?Receptionist: Regarding?Me: [pause] Sperm?I mean really. Do they get a lot of calls about anything else?

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Hey gang. There's been way too little about hoo-has on this blog lately, no? Sorry about that. We're in a period of hoo-ha dormancy at the moment, ending soon. To whit:We've been on TTC break, but IVF commences in round about 2 weeks. (This protocol begins on CD2, and all signs point to my ovulating about now.) I'm excited and totally freaked out. I am trying not to take my lunacy out on

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Okay, I've put this off long enough, eh? So please, Come and Eat.Tonight, I'd like to introduce you to the collection:(bigger here)This isn't every can of olive oil we've ever purchased together, but it's close. Yes, that means we moved most of these halfway across the country. Because I am crazy. And because I had a vision of one day having a huge outdoor wedding party, with these as flower

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...did I say last night? I meant tomorrow morning. Sorry about that. My mother and four of my aunts are visiting this weekend, and my arms are worn out from scrubbing.xo and hope you're eating well.

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Y'all, reunion was more than I could have dreamed. I feel loved and reinvigorated, and I wish I could give you all the gift of feeling the way I have felt for the past several days.What I can do is urge you to find time to listen to this commencement speech, the best I have ever heard. At a time in my life when so many things aren't going as I would like, when I often feel that I am not living

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End of semester grading is more fun with a friend.(Not this year, sadly. Several Christmases ago, with my parents' super-duper cat, Spots.)But! When I get done I get to go to my college reunion! White dresses! Traditions! Gaudeamus! Igitur!Not bringing my computer, so I'll have to catch up with y'all when we get back.Meanwhile, don't forget to Come and Eat.

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Hello, internets. Did you make it through Mothers' Day? I hope so. I've read several thought-provoking posts on the subject in the last few days -- check out this or this or this. I've also been feeling grateful that Mothers' Day isn't a big deal in my family -- my mother had forgotten it was Mothers' Day until I called -- which I think makes it a less fraught day for me this year than it

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Hi gang,Seeing as how several people have signed up recently on last week's Come and Eat list, how about we just have that one run for two weeks. I'll post a new sign up on Sunday or Monday. Meanwhile, if you want to play (please play!) write a post about a meal, and put a link to that post (better than to just your blog's main page) on the Come And Eat list here.Starting next week, it'll be

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There were six straight couples, one woman on her own, and us. We felt out of place. As soon as the presentation started, however, the room was united in one thought:We sat there for a while, the slides zipping by.The nurse giving the presentation threw out facts seemingly at random.There was a lot of talk about 'product' i.e. sperm from your partner. This made me feel weird.I started to feel

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Since Calliope's fantabulous Photo Friday theme this week is food, I'm going to cheat and just re-run my the pictures from our inaugural Come and Eat post....Yes, this is in fact a shameless plug invitation for you to use your Photo Friday submissions for Come and Eat, too. C'mon, y'all. All the cool kids (Schroe, starhillgirl) are doin' it.

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My mother's favorite verse in the Bible is John 21:12. It's after the resurrection, and the disciples are fishing. A man on the shore calls out to them, hears that they are not catching much, and gives them some advice -- Try putting the nets on the other side of the boat. The nets fill up, the disciples realize the man is Jesus, and they begin to shout and carry on. Peter jumps into the

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