Where have I been?

There is a TTC Update at the bottom of this, in case you aren't in the mood to read the story of my dear pregnant friend's trip to the hospital...

Well, Sunday evening we decided to pick up dinner at Isaac's (yummy)we get a text from Chris "Fyi we are at "hospital", Lyz has a temp of 102."

So, with me in my pj's (and stubbly leg hairs, basically see through tee-shirt and no bra) we called Isaac's back and cancel our order. I hopped in the back seat and found a pair of yoga pants (in my car for occasions like this I assume)and a sweatshirt and found a ponytail holder in my purse, to tie my nappy (as in both tangled and fresh from a nap) hair up with and rushed off to the hospital.

I don't want to go in to too much detail about Lyz's medical status (even though we joke that this is Lyz's blog too) that just doesn't seem fair to her. The one thing I will say is that she has no veins. How can such a warm, caring person have no blood running through her body?? I was the only one in the room with her when they came to do her iv. Something else you should know about Lyz, is that she has the highest pain tollerance of anyone I know. I've seen her recover from a surgery that involved taking bone from her hip and attaching it to her back. But this IV...she screamed out loud. I hopped up off my chair where I had been looking away from her and grabbed her other hand. She writhed and moaned and I just wanted to hop into the bed and take her place. There were many other times throughout the days she was in the hospital that we all offered our veins to the nurses, to help Lyz avoid the pain.

But, as we always do, we made the hospital a fun fun place to be. There was a list of rules on the wall that Jenn designed (including things like no pooping in the bathroom unless you are Lyz or Avery, no using pronouns, as Lyz and Chris don't want to know the sex of the baby, and sports must be on the tv at all times-Go Phillies)

More fun-with pictures to prove it:

We hired Lyz her own personal bodyguard:

(Chris is a police officer in case I have never mentioned that and you are confuzzled)

We used the hoo-haa lamp as a spotlight so that Avery could dance for us:


We played football with a stuffed rotty:


Which resulted in getting the rotty into unique positions:


We took pictures of people going potty:


We broke the hospital bed while pretending it was a roller coaster (jeeze I look horribly fat in this picture, but I'm going to share it anyways):


One last picture just to prove that Lyz always looks so beautiful, even when stuck in a hospital bed for days:


I've mentioned before that this hospital caters to women only, focusing on pregnant women. I must say acupuncture must really work. I personally think I did pretty good. I even watched her whole ultrasound.

{pause for Lupron injection}

Yes, the whole ultrasound. It was inspiring. It was beautiful to watch it (remember, we don't know what it is) on the screen. It kept covering its face...too cute.

TTC Update part:

I only had one minor meltdown the whole time we were there, and it had nothing to do with the hospital, or Lyz, or the 16 year old pregnant woman that was standing outside smoking a cigarette while breathing through her contractions.

I had my bloodwork on Monday morning to make sure I am responding well to the Lupron, I'm not. They want the E2 level to be under 50. Last month, undrugged, it was a little over 60. Monday, while drugged with the Lupron for two weeks, my E2 was 91. How did it go up while drugged? Over 80 is bad. I cried. My next blood check is tomorrow am...hopefully it will go down. I will be okay as long as it goes down, it doesn't have to be under 50 right away, but it needs to go down at least...I'll be frugal and say, let it be under 75. If it doesn't go down...then worry about me. Acupuncture is wonderful and all, but I don't think it could help me over the meltdown that non-falling numbers would create.