Mother-To-Be or Mother-Not-To-Be, that is the question.

our struggles with infertility

July 16, 2004

THIS POST HAS BEEN RATED "R" DUE TO STRONG LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. NO CHILDREN, EVER, WILL BE ADMITTED INTO MY LIFE

I apologize in advance for offending you with the following violent rant.  But I just can’t help myself right now.
 
Why the FUCK do we pay for Broadband?  Please explain this to me.  We have a fucking CABLE MODEM and it disconnects me from the internet AT LEAST ONCE AN HOUR.  This is the internet service provided to us by our CABLE provider.  The same people bringing me my crystal clear NBC channel and my very loveable HBO.  If HBO or NBC or ESPN (God forbid) cut out and disconnected for five minutes every hour, well that would be one hell of a shitty service, right?  I happen to be watching cable right now as I am on the computer, and the picture is fine.  My show is on.  Yet my fucking internet connection is disconnected YET AGAIN!  What the hell?  CABLE modem.  Running through a CABLE.  The same CABLE plugged into my TV.  TV – working just great.  Internet connection?  Lost.  Again.  For the forth time since I have been home from work.  I…can’t….fucking….take…..it…..
 
This is the best part of my story - it disconnected me from the internet as I was almost done typing up my latest blog post.  Nothing was saved, of course, not one word.  Which is probably for the best because the entire post was a rant about how much I hate my suck-ass useless piece-of-shit car which I have been without for SEVEN days now.  We just picked it up from the shop, and it is still not running right.  So once again I am without a car for the weekend.  I hate my car.
 
I am very mad tonight as you can tell.  Short temper.  Anthony is doing his damnedest to hide from me.  (Imagine, if you will, what I am like when on the mood-altering fertility drugs.  Last month I thought Anthony was going to call a S.W.A.T. team to talk me down from throwing the computer and its fucking cable modem out the window).
 
Worst of all, we’re going to have sex tonight because I am ovulating.  Even though we’re on break from the treatments, we refuse to let a month pass without at least giving it the old college try.  Yeah, like I am in the mood for sex right now.  And Anthony doesn’t want to be in the same room as me right now.  And that, logistically, makes sex a bit difficult.
 
That’s enough.  I’m an idiot.  I’ll post again when Satan has been exorcised from the remote corners of my brain.  Besides, my internet connection has been back up for about five minutes, so I’d better post this now before I get disconn…





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YOU'RE SUCH A PIG!

For some reason, that I will never understand, the company I work for had our factory make a giant, six foot pig.  ???
 
This is me, with said pig, yesterday.  It is funny, but it is also very strange.....
 

me and "the pig" Posted by Hello

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July 14, 2004

AND JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS RUNNING SHORT ON THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT...

In the news here locally tonight:

Fertility Nightmare

Laura Howard was hoping her trip to a fertility specialist would make her dream of a second child come true. But she says as she was leaving the office, the doctor suddenly ran out and told her the horrible news.

Laura Howard stands with her lawyer on the steps of the Bridgeport, Connecticut Courthouse to announce a suit against her fertility doctor.

After failing for five years to have a baby, Howard says she and her fiancé went to Doctor Anthony Santomauro on May 14th.

Santomauro was to artificially inseminate Howard with her fiancé’s sperm. There were two Caucasian couples there, that day, for the same purpose. Howard says Santomauro later came to her with the unthinkable.

Laura Howard
"He definitely, definitively told me that the wrong semen was inseminated."

Howard says she rejected Santomauro's advice to avoid any chance of pregnancy with a morning after pill.

Laura Howard
"We chose a wait and see attitude, because there was a chance that I wouldn't become pregnant, as has happened in the past."

A pregnancy test, though, revealed that Howard was pregnant, likely with the wrong man's child.

Asked about such a mix up, another fertility doctor says, "the standard of care is to inseminate with the right sperm and to do things in such a way that that could never happen."

Laura Howard says she fears she could be carrying a ticking time bomb

Laura Howard
"I just need to know of any congenital problems that may lie within his genetic pool."

Howard asked Doctor Santomauro to ask the donor to anonymously volunteer his health record.

Santomauro declined citing privacy regulations.

Attorney Bruce Jacobs, Howard's Lawyer
"However, nothing in HIPPA prevents the donor from voluntarily providing this information."

Doctor Santomauro's lawyer has issued this statement:

"Ms. Howard asked for and was given prescriptions to interrupt the insemination process. My client is terribly sorry that human error occurred and saddened that Ms. Howard decided not to take the medication she requested and was prescribed."

Howard said there is still a chance her fiancé could be the father, but she won't know until later in her pregnancy, when she can be tested.

Hmmm....well isn't that just fucking great!

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AW, PUDDIN'! - PART TWO

Reason # 2570:

Tonight he mixed chocolate AND vanilla TOGETHER!

TWO FLAVORS!!!!

Wowwee!

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AW, PUDDIN'!

Reason # 2569 for loving my husband Oh-So-Much:

Every night he makes sugar-free fat-free pudding when he gets home from work, so that it has just enough time to chill to be eaten that same night as dessert. He divides it into two equal portions so that we can both have some, complete with fat-free Cool Whip. He does this EVERY NIGHT.

It is yummy, and he is thoughtful.

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July 13, 2004

BLAME IT ON THE EX

Okay, so our infertility problems are not my fault. They are not Anthony's fault. Quite literally not our fault, as a matter of fact, since my RE has classified us as "unexplained" infertility due to the fact that, on paper, we are both "perfect" specimens to procreate. There is not a damn thing wrong with either one of us which would explain our troubles conceiving.

I have been finding this a tad unsettling, only because sometimes you just need someone to blame, however irrational that may be, for the bad luck in your life. Having no one to point a crooked finger at and say "This is all YOUR fault!" is a bummer, sometimes.

So I decided I am going to blame it all on my "ex."

I know I am being completely off-the-wall ridiculous, but it won't do any harm, really. He'll be none the wiser, and when I am having those bad days where I need to blame this all on "SOMEONE," I will point that finger in the air at an apparition of R and shout in my brain "It's all because of YOU!!!" Maybe that will make me feel better, at least in that second. I don't know.

And actually, blaming him is not entirely without merit. I dated my ex for most of my high-school years. During college, we had the occasional "whoops!" hook-ups on spring breaks and Christmas vacations. And after we were both out of college, we found ourselves back together, trying yet again to make things work, for another four years. On and off, of course, but trying to make it work nevertheless.

I loved him very much. I am certain he loved me very much. But the truth is, he had an amazing lack of motivation that encompassed most of his life, and it drove me bananas. He would only go out and get a job (or a car, or an apartment) when every other last option was taken away from him. He never got out of bed before noon. EVER. He would only look for jobs that he could go to in the afternoon - if the job started at 9:00AM it was absolutely out of the question. You know the joke "What do you call a bass-player whose girlfriend just broke up with him? Homeless." That joke was more or less about him. He cared about his music, and he cared about me, in that order.

Despite all that, if he had ever proposed to me, I would have married him.

But it took me many years - high school, college, post-college - and many late night fights to realize finally that he was never going to marry me. I honestly think he wanted to propose, but the effort it would require for him to actually go get a ring and DO IT was too much for him, silly as that sounds. I think he honestly believed he'd eventually get around to it, and for the longest time I believed this as well.

So, I say that I can blame HIM because perhaps I could have started my baby-making quest when I was younger. In my twenties. If he had married me. I don't know that my ripe age of 33 1/2 is a factor right now, but it is again easy to believe that "if I had only tried to get pregnant ten years ago"...you know the rest. If Woody had gone straight to the police, this would NEVER have happened.

The truth is, if I really want to play this game, I would need to take that crooked finger, turn it right around, and point it at myself. If it is R's fault for not making an honest woman of me sooner in my lifetime, it is my own damn fault for remaining in a failed relationship for so long. I stayed with him a solid year after I had CONFIRMED that a marriage would never happen between us, purely because I didn't feel like being alone. It was more convenient to stay in a doomed relationship than to eat my dinners alone. Now whose fault is it, Dawn?? Hmmm??

Also, the game doesn't work due to the simple fact that I am, without question, married to the man I am supposed to be married to. I still love R in my heart, and a part of me always will, but it doesn't even come CLOSE to the love and respect and passion that I have with Anthony. He is my "meant-to-be," he is the love of my life. With the exception of this fertility question that hangs over our heads, I have always been a firm believer that everything in life happens for a reason. And I believe that every single choice I made in my life prior to Feb. 10, 1997 led me to that fateful day when I met Anthony. If just one thing in my previous life had gone differently, he and I would have never crossed paths - ever. Scary, yes, but this is what I believe. I NEEDED to stay with R for all those extra years because if I hadn't, I never would have met Anthony. It is that simple.

I guess, it all boils down to one question: Would I rather be married to the WRONG person, and have children, or would I rather be married to the RIGHT person, and potentially remain childless?

It is indeed a tough question, but I know what my answer is. I don't even need to think about it. I love my husband, and if he is all I ever get, he is all I will ever need.

As for R, maybe he had the right idea all along, as he is on the brink of becoming an actual ROCK STAR. Really. A BONA FIDE ROCK STAR! He WILL be famous, within the next year or so, without question. There is no doubt, he is on the path, his band just opened for Earth, Wind and Fire for Christ's sake! Maybe somehow I can REALLY find a way to blame all of this on him and I can then extort his millions when he is rich and famous.

Kidding, of course. I'm not THAT bad. ;-)



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July 12, 2004

ADOPTING NEW IDEAS

We went to the beach yesterday, it was the first trip we've managed to make there all summer. It ended up being the perfect beach day - the sun was out, there were ZERO clouds, and most of all there was a cool breeze, so it didn't feel hot. Nothing like the ridiculous howling winds we encountered on the beaches in Aruba in March - just a light breeze that barely messed my hair up but kept me at a very comfortable temperature. Thus, my resulting sunburn, since we stayed in the sun longer than normal because it just didn't feel like a scorching beach day. Worst of all, I was reading and needed to have my sunglasses on (again, no clouds) and now I have raccoon eyes. Nice.

Anyways, it was myself, my husband, and his friend R. R is a great guy, and it was his suggestion that we all go to the beach together. I was reluctant at first because lately I have been hibernating, keeping away from friends, because it is too hard to deal with being social these days. But I finally dragged my ass out of bed a mere ten minutes before R showed up, giving me barely enough time to shower and fill my beach bag with the day's necessities. As it was, after driving one block down the street we had to turn around and come back because I forgot my wallet.

Anyways, a good portion of the morning was spent with me listening to Anthony jealously ask R questions about his upcoming week. R spent most of his adult life waiting tables in pursuit of his dream - to work in the broadcasting world of sports. In the past couple of years, his dream has been realized, and he now works consistently at all sorts of sports venues and events, interviewing and rubbing elbows with professional athletes, travelling all over the country to attend (work at) some of the most sought after sporting events in the professional sports world. His years of hard work has paid off, and it is great.

Anthony elbowed R a few times and said "Tell Dawn where you are going this week!" I didn't like the excitement in Anthony's voice and knew it meant some sort of trouble.

R turned a bit red in the cheeks, looked down at the sand, and confessed "I am travelling with ESPN on Tuesday to tape a boxing show at the Playboy Mansion." A-ha! No wonder Anthony seemed all jealous. In a careful-not-to-upset-me kind of way, he wasn't overdoing it or anything.

"That's GREAT!" I exclaimed to R, who was a bit surprised by my reaction. Come on, I am not a guy, but I totally understand that the chance to go to the Playboy Mansion is a once in a lifetime opportunity - especially for someone who isn't independently wealthy or a celebrity. And since R isn't my husband, I was happy for him!

Anthony said, "Oh, so if you're so happy for him, that means I can go as his guest right?"

"Nope, R is single, and I need you at home this week. Sorry!"

Anyhow, I cannot for the life of me remember how we got from the topic of Playboy Bunnies to babies, but somehow (as it always seems to when I am around people) the baby subject came up. R knows we've been trying for a while. It was then that he mentioned how thrilled his sister J and her husband B are with their little baby girl.

Huh?

Anthony and I looked at each other. I didn't know J very well, but Anthony did, and we had no idea they had a baby. We had no idea she was pregnant. "J has a baby?" Anthony inquired.

"Yes, they adopted a 14-month old girl from China. The tried for a long time to have a baby, and when that didn't work out they decided to try this route. Her name is Isabella, but we all call her 'Bella.'"

Wow. Wow wow wow. I couldn't believe the tirade of questions I started hurtling at R. I didn't realize I had so many questions.

You see, Anthony and I have discussed "the worst-case scenario" many times in the past, and for us we decided that if I couldn't get pregnant with a child that was biologically mine and his, then we weren't having kids. So what's up with all my questions?

I couldn't stop asking him for every detail, how she felt after making this decision, how long did the process take from start to finish, etc. Anthony looked a little startled, although R probably didn't notice, it is one of those expressions of his that only I can interpret. Soon, Anthony asked if I wanted to take a walk.

Uh oh. I probably scared the crap out of Anthony. I mean, hadn't we already decided against this option?

You see, I am learning so much about myself as I go through this whole process, and one of the most important things I have learned is that you NEVER KNOW what you are going to do in a given situation UNTIL YOU ARE IN IT. Never in a million years did I anticipate having trouble conceiving a child, but now that I am in it my perspective on the whole world has changed. And maybe, just maybe, I will change my opinion about the whole adoption thing if the day ever comes that I am ACTUALLY faced with the prospect of NO CHILDREN. Hmm....

"It is certainly something we can look into....maybe you can talk to J about it and get some information. You know...if we get to that point." Funny, without even having to explain myself Anthony was thinking the same thing. "I mean, if we really can't have ANY children on our own, this would give us an alternative. Not the ideal exact situation that we hoped for, but a wonderful experience nonetheless, right?"

I nodded. These days we don't need to exchange many words to remain exactly in sync with the other's exact feelings.

"But not until we're there. We still have lots of treatments ahead of us." I agreed.

Wonderful day at the beach, it was. I wonder, while R is romping around at the Playboy Mansion, if he has any idea how much his conversation with me this weekend has helped me to open my eyes. It doesn't have to be "my way or the highway." There are other ideas, other ways, other options. No need to explore them until we are there, but how silly would I be to not even allow myself to CONSIDER other possibilities? I mean, not everything in life always goes EXACTLY the way you plan.

After all, isn't that what makes life so interesting?

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