Why my wife is a freak (but I still love her) and my bloodwork results.

So Chris had to head back to work today. He called Jenn last night to see if she would go over to their house today to watch his two girls...of course she would!!

That doesn't make her a freak...what she did while she was there makes her a freak.





She organized their pantry. Chris told her she is welcome over to babysit anytime...their fridge could use some attention.

Freak. My favorite little freak...how I love her.


And now on to the world of ttc...

I did great with the positive thinking. I chanted low numbers, low numbers, low numbers as I fell asleep. But then I melted down slowly at work today. I shook because I was cold but was dripping sweat...I felt very much like the whole world was slowly stopping its spin. Time stopped.

At 2:13pm my phone finally rang. Sue, the lab manager, was on the other end, and she didn't sound like she was going to give me good news. This is the conversation:

Sue: Is this Heidi?
Me: yes.
S: This is Sue at "the place I go".
M: uh huh
S: I have your instructions.
M: okay (with the quiveriest voice ever)
S: Tonight you will lower the Lupron to 5 units, and add 125 units of Follistim, then come into the office at noon on Tuesday for bloodwork and an ultrasound.
M: um....that means my numbers went down???
S: well they went down to 64, but the doctor said that was good enough for him.
M: I love it when you call me with good news Sue!
S: My pleasure.

It went on from there, but the moral of the story is MY NUMBERS WENT DOWN!!!! Tonight Jenn will get to give me two shots, one in the leg and one in the belly. Then I can panic again on Tuesday. Wait, no, I just got a text with instructions for my head: ...you can't think about the past it can consume you. Think of each day and what is going on at that moment.

I can't make any promises, but I'm going to try.