So I guess the writing has been a little spotty for the past year. What can I say. I’m kind of an all-or-nothing girl, which is something I need to change — for a lot of reasons (food being one of them). It’s good for my well-being to write. So I’m going to write when I can. That may mean once a week… or once every three weeks. We’ll see. Seeing that some of you are still out there, waiting for some sign of untitledlife is humbling as well. I am amazed that anyone is still out there. So thanks for pulling me back into the fray.
I have a lot to update you on. Let’s see. I’ve lost 108 pounds and now weigh 255 pounds. It’s a lot, but it could be more. That makes me a size 22, and a 20 sometimes. I’m tall and curvy, so I think it looks better than it sounds. I think. I’ll post some pictures here soon. I’m just happy to not be the fattest person in the room anymore. There I go with my lofty goals. But really, I’m quite happy with my weight loss. I hope it continues. I’ll get into it more in a future post.
We’re also trying to get pregnant, but it’s not going so well. My eggs are follicly challenged. Or follicly collicky, as I like to say. I have PCOS, so I have plenty of eggs, but they’re all duds. I’m taking Metformin to control the cysts, and I’ll start Clomid next month. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to shots, with a dash of intra-uterine insemination thrown in for kicks. After all, it’s not a party until someone jacks off in the closet. In a sterile specimen container. With four nurses in latex gloves outside the door. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to in-vitro. Good times. Expensive times.
I get a little crazy about this whole infertility thing. It really pisses me off that I have no control over this. Surely there must be something I can do to make this happen. I have way too much love for one child to bear. I can’t possibly expect untitledson to shoulder all these kisses, hugs and ear nibbles. They will destroy him, or at the very least, turn him into one of those boys who sits home with his mother to watch “Dancing with the Stars” and knit cat berets. The boy needs a relief pitcher. Or someone smaller and weaker than him to endure the occasional noogie. And if mommy has to endure the bi-weekly transvaginal ultrasound to make it happen, so be it.
yay! you’re back, even if it is between transvaginal ultrasounds.
YAY! I’m so glad you came back. I have been wondering about you for a long time…
I was going to say YAY too! So, YAAAAAYYYYY!
Congrats on the weight loss! So glad you are back! I’ll pray for the pregnancy thing.
Hey there! I’m glad you’re back seeing that I just found you! I have friends who were having lots of challenges TTC, but once she went on Clohmed she was pregnant within 3 months — I hope the best for you.
Welcome back(ish) — I’ll pray (not really) for your eggs and for untitledson. And for those terrible french kitty cats with freezing noggins. Ooh la la, il fait trés froid!
So glad to see you are posting, even occasionally! Good luck with your treatments and making a new untitled son or untitled daughter! Also, congrats with your amazing weight loss!
And here I was just today saying you had gone officially MIA and you have to go and prove me wrong by updating! On my birthday nonetheless!
Good luck with getting pregnant, it’s certainly not hopeless!
I know quite a few people who were successful with Clomid, but if I remember right it can change your ovulation by a couple days, so keep an extra eye on it.
IUI isn’t that bad. Not as fun, but not bad at all.
I know women who are now mothers that were on Clomid
Wow! Congratulations on the weight loss, and I hope all goes well on the pregnancy-path too!
Where are you?
Yeah! Come back! We like having you around!
And Happy Aussie Mother’s Day!
woohoo!
You’re such a tease!
T.C.
btw.. my 3rd round clomid/iui baby is 4 now
Good luck!
I love your writing. I actually was looking up melba toast and hit on your page. Thanks for your wit and humor. I’ll be visiting this site regularly. I’m 1 month out from gastric sleeve with a long way to go. Keep me laughing! Thanks.