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the book we love to hate

While browsing through my F*book feed this morning, I was greeted by the oh-so-familiar F*book pregnancy announcement of a high school acquaintance (you know, the one you’re not even sure why you are “friends” with because you literally haven’t spoken to each other since like junior year of high school, but they added you and you didn’t want to be rude so you accepted?). Belly shot with a little tag hanging off saying “Do not open until (due date)”, an ultrasound image, and a pic of her hubby pretending to listen to her belly with a stethoscope. Cute right? (Nevermind she is only about 14 weeks along so he would not be able to hear anything but perhaps placenta gushing with that stethoscope…).

So why then did it bring back those old feelings of hurt, jealousy and longing? Even as I could feel the soft twinges of my own little one dancing around in my womb, it was like a part of my brain was shut off to the fact that, oh wait! I, too, am pregnant.

I still have a lot of unresolved feelings towards the idea of a F*book announcement. I know what it can do to those who are silently in the trenches. The ones who smile and hold back the tears in public when people talk about pregnancies or babies. The ones you would never know about. Which, let’s face it, is most of us who struggle with a disconnect between what our hearts want and our bodies are capable of.

Needless to say, I have yet to make a F*book announcement myself and I’m not really sure if I will. We are certainly “out” but most of our “announcing” was done face-to-face or over the phone, chat, or in one case email (a friend who I know is trying herself and was a bit worried before they started trying because she is a little bit older – I didn’t feel like it would be fair to tell her over the phone in case she needed time to process it).

The more I think about it, the more I lean towards not doing any sort of F*book announcement. I wonder, what would be the point? To get congratulations from a bunch of people who, in reality, I barely know? That’s exactly why I removed my birthday from F*book, because I don’t really care for that stuff. I’m perfectly fine with the ten or twenty friends and family who actually knew it was my birthday without F*book reminding them being the only ones posting on my wall as opposed to 50 or 60 people who will post that one “Happy Birthday” message to me once a year.

There is, however, apparently a timeline feature that allows you to enter in a due date onto your timeline if you are expecting. I’ve been kicking around the idea but am still hesitant for all the reasons listed above. It’s a bit more understated as opposed to the ultrasound picture or the giant belly shot but….

At the same time, if the Hawaii trip happens I would like to post the maternity shots we take over there and wouldn’t it be better to have at least some sort of little understated, oh by the way….message up so anyone who wants to hide me can? And am I completely over-thinking this (and that would be out of the norm, how?)???

Maybe it’s not that big of a deal. Maybe the world doesn’t revolve around me. Maybe the fact that I’m pregnant won’t cause anyone else distress because maybe everyone else is a bigger person than I apparently am. But I just can’t help but wonder, will I be inadvertently hurting someone who will never know just how much I actually have in common with them? I wish there was some sort of infertile (or pseudo-infertile, in my case) bat signal that I could put out along with any kind of “oh by the way, I’m pregnant” post to let them know that this wasn’t easy, that I get it, and that the last thing I want to do is upset anyone. And that if they want to talk, I’m here and I totally get it.

Seriously, the IF community needs to get working on that.

Conclusion to all this rambling? I think I will probably do the timeline thing at some point (maybe after 24 weeks) and in the meantime try to figure out how to alert any lurking IF-ers in my feed that my heart is still with them.

we now interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast for some bullet points

*** I was surprised to get some labs back through my iPhone app last night, surprised because they came from the SF lab which hasn’t been online, up until now apparently. Yay for technology!

Anyway, I started at the bottom with my urine results and they were perfect. “NEG” across the board (for protein, blood, and everything else) which is better than my pre-pregnancy baseline. Next I checked the Comprehensive Metabolic Panel (blood test) and my creatinine was sitting pretty at 0.9, my protein was well within the normal range (when blood protein is low it can mean it’s being leaked out in your urine, which is bad) and my albumin was a little low vs previous results but according to some standards still normal (same issue for blood albumin as blood protein). Something to keep an eye on, I thought to myself. Also, Dr. MFM had talked to me about how blood creatinine is actually supposed to decrease during pregnancy so he thought by 20 weeks we could expect to see it at 0.8, therefore even though 0.9 is good, it could be better.

The last result was my CBC (complete blood count), at this point I was feeling pretty good about things but of course, there had to be a “but.” My anemia continues to get worse. Whereas pre-pregnancy I was hovered around the low end of normal, I am now all the way down in “mild, almost moderate anemia” range with my hemoglobin at 9.7. According to Dr. Google the cut off between mild and moderate is 9.5 so I’m right there, but luckily still have a ways to go until I get to “severe” which is under 8.0.

You may recall that “severe anemia” is one of the contraindications for flying while pregnant so if things continue to get worse we will likely have to cancel our Hawaii trip. But I’m more concerned about what my lack of blood means for the baby. I’m assuming it can’t be anything good? I have an appointment with Dr. D (regular OB) this Wednesday and will definitely be bringing this up but I feel like maybe I need to send Dr. F (rheumatologist) an email and give Dr. MFM a call about this as well. We need to head this off before I’m in blood transfusion territory! I need to know if I can “fix” this by just eating more protein or if it is hemolytic anemia (meaning my red blood cells are being cannibalized by my immune system) if it might be necessary to increase my prednisone (really hoping I can fix this through eating because I HATE being on more steroids).

*** I’ve decided to enroll in a UCLA extension online course called Development in Early Childhood. I think I’d like to do their certificate programs for Early Childhood Education but even if I end up just taking this one course, it should be useful (or at least interesting) given the fact that I’m about to have one of those little humans running around the house. I’ve been known to have a lot of random dreams for what I want to be “when I grow up” (What do you mean I’m grown? When the hell did that happen?) and the latest is to someday start a bilingual daycare. I think given the demographics of the bay area and the growing importance of China (and thus Chinese) this is not a completely crazy dream. Perhaps I shall elaborate on this a bit more at some other time though because a bullet point probably isn’t enough.

*** I haven’t felt the baby move anymore, at least not for sure 🙁 My coworker who is two weeks ahead of me told me I’m “lucky” because “it tickles and is distracting.” Sigh. Maybe I’m okay with not being a normal preggo after all. If it means I’m going to enjoy and cherish every single bit of this pregnancy, then I guess, in a way, I’m sort of lucky.

*** Unfortunately I’m a back sleeper and I think I’ve reached the point in pregnancy where that’s a no-no. I’m really trying to avoid one of those giant pillows (because I already share the bed with a 20lb cat and 180lb hubby. Not a ton more room to go around.) So far using hubby as my “body pillow” seems to be working somewhat. I use him to keep my body tilted at a slight angle when I can’t stand outright side-sleeping anymore.

one of these is not like the others

I’ve written about this before but I suppose it bears repeating given the nature of this post. I am not, by definition, “infertile.” But I think I get that world, at least much more so than I get the “fertile” preggo world.

I get what it feels like to know that comforting statistics aren’t actually comforting at all if you happen to find yourself on the wrong side of them. I get the pain of watching people pass you by and then lap you as you pray for it to be your turn. I get mourning “normal” even once you do finally have the dream of being pregnant come true.

I don’t know if resentful is the right word, it probably isn’t. Maybe jealousy would be more apt. Whatever, I still feel something every time I hear another pregnancy announcement or talk to another pregnant lady and hear all about her blissfully “normal” experience. No thoughts wasted on preemie survival rates or making sure there is a Level 3 NICU (in-network) at a vacation destination “just in case” (tip: Oahu has the only Level 3 NICU in the Pacific Islands). No looking up the preeclampsia forum. No fucking clue what MFM stands for.

Sigh.

I feel like the Bad News Bears every time I try to add to any conversation because I am always telling other preggos things they clearly don’t want (and likely won’t need) to know about.

No, we won’t be buying baby things until we reach viability. What’s viability?

(Actually this is not entirely true, there was a coupon code for a few free items that only lasted a week so I ordered them and when they came I put them in a box in our storage closet).

Why, yes, we’ve had six ultrasounds and will be having a fetal ECG done every two weeks starting at 18 weeks due to a potential heart defect. What’s an ECG?

Well my due date is February 15 but it’s unlikely my doctors will let me go past 39 weeks since they’re worried about preeclampsia. Pre-eh what?

You get the picture.

I feel like the orange amongst a sea of apples.

At the moment, amongst real life friends, there are eight babies (including ours) expected between December 2012 and March 2013.

My first thought upon reflecting on this was thank GOD I am pregnant or you all would be in for a seriously epic pity party (a la February). My second thought is one that I’m pretty sure puts me squarely in the “only an infertile” camp, it was that, if I lose this baby I will have seven reminders of what should of been.

Horrible, I know. Dark, I know. Incredibly self-centered. I. Know.

It wasn’t a thought I wanted to have, believe me, I wish my mind didn’t turn to such things. But how can it not when since before I even got pregnant I have been warned over and over and over again how my doctors will be “walking on eggshells” and have their “fingers crossed” the whole time I’m pregnant. How can that fear and anxiety, and let’s be honest, reality not permeate my thoughts?

I was talking to EJ (have I ever mentioned how thankful I am that we reconnected before we both started going through all this shit?) about this yesterday and how hard it is to get more and more attached to your baby as each day passes, while becoming more and more terrified at the idea of losing them. Once past the first trimester other preggos are onto planning the nursery and buying baby clothes while we count the days, hours and minutes to viability because for us that is when we will finally be able to breathe.

Nobody else gets it. Not that I expect them to.

But I still feel like an outsider looking in.

Please don’t misunderstand me and the point of this post. I am so grateful for this little one growing inside me. This is a dream come true and it truly is everything I’d hoped for and more. I know how lucky I am to even be having this experience and I know that even just twenty or thirty years ago it would not have been possible. I feel so blessed every single day I get to be this baby’s mommy and carry him (or maybe her) inside of me. I am constantly amazed at the fierceness with which I can love someone who’s face I don’t even recognize, but I’m unquestionably in love.

But the depth of that love is also what scares me. I’m not in the “safe zone” and so I am so scared to lose this precious little one. I know I have to trust God, and I do, after all He is the one who entrusted me with this miracle in the first place. But that doesn’t make this any less scary.

I am sixteen weeks today. Exactly eight weeks from viability. Twelve weeks til this kiddo has a 80% chance of surviving outside my womb. Eighteen weeks til my first goal (34 weeks). Twenty-one weeks til viability (my loftier goal).

Please body, I’m begging you, don’t fail us.

Growing pains

So far this pregnancy has been about as ideal as you could ask for (and as always *knock on wood*!!). When I first got pregnant we wrote off the possibility of a baby-moon almost immediately, figuring it was simply not worth the risk.

But as things have progressed, my blood pressure remaining stable at approx 110/70 (better than before pregnancy) and the protein in my urine at neg to 1+ or thereabouts (better or the same as before pregnancy). I have started having a tiny bit of joint pain here and there but nothing that is concerning me or my doctors when compared to my pre-pregnancy pain which was actually a lot more frequent and higher on the pain scale.

Things have been so good that I started longing a little bit for just one last trip as a couple and then even more so when Paul pointed out just how cheap tickets to Hawaii are right now! Like the cheapest we’ve ever seen. So we started doing a bit more research into the possibility of a trip…we both had taken off the week before Veteran’s Day so we knew that was when I was likely to go. That meant traveling during week 25-26. I looked into trip insurance and found one that insures just plane tickets and allowed for pre-existing conditions as well as “Complications of Pregnancy” (Travel Insured if you’re curious) as long as you purchase the insurance within 14 days of paying for the tickets. I called them and confirmed that if I had any blood pressure issues or anything like that where a doctor felt it was not safe for me to travel (related either to pregnancy or lupus) that this would be covered and they said it would be.

I also looked up risk factors for flying while pregnant and it seems there are three main concerns: 1) severe anemia – I am slightly anemic but far from severe, if I become more so this would be a reason to cancel and would be covered by the trip insurance, I plan to have my blood checked the week that we leave for our trip, 2) sickle-cell – nope, not a concern for me at all and 3) clotting disorder – there is actually no evidence that pregnant women are at increased risk of blood clots while flying so this is more of a universal flying concern, the recommendations is just to make sure to get up frequently to stretch the legs and to wear compression panty hose. I was a little bit concerned since I know women with lupus can have antibodies that make clotting more common but I double checked my last set of labs which measured for those antibodies (done in October 2011) and I was negative for all of them. I was also negative when I had them done in 2009 and way back in 2005. I will ask my doctors if there is any reason to think we should do them again before November but I’m fairly certain the answer will be no since even though it can change over time, I don’t think it is known to change that quickly.

If I am having “very high blood pressure” before I leave that would be a problem, but again *knock on wood* so far my numbers look great. I will pack a cuff with me if I go.

And of course, I checked with not one but two MFM’s. When I first called the office to ask my MFM he was on vacation so his partner gave me the go ahead. I saw my MFM last Thursday and made sure to discuss it with him as well and he said that he was very comfortable with it as long as I wasn’t doing anything too strenuous (guess I’ll just have to save bungee jumping for another trip haha) and with the caveat that my labs and blood pressure needed to look as pretty as they do right now.

I will talk to my regular OB about this as well at our next visit but I’m pretty sure that if my MFM is okay with it, he will be too. Still, it doesn’t hurt to run it by one more medical professional, so I will.

My point in writing all of this is to make it clear that this isn’t some decision Paul and I entered into lightly, we have done our research and given it a lot of thought and have decided that this is something we would like to do. I can’t explain it fully, but even on an emotional/mental level it feels important to me to do this, it feels like something a normal pregnant woman would do and as happy as this pregnancy has made me feel, a part of me has still grieved the “normal” pregnancy experience that lupus has robbed me of. Since my doctors don’t seem to think there is any added risks of me going, I don’t see a good reason NOT to go.

Of course, my parents have their own thoughts about this. I told my mom on Friday and she was, as expected, not happy about our idea. At all. She lectured me for awhile about how I was being irresponsible and there was no reason for me to need to go to Hawaii now while being pregnant. She did not care at all about the fact that we had put thought into this or that my doctors were fine with it, even encouraging of it (“Doctors are not God!” was her response). She had to go so we didn’t get to talk for very long about it and I was really hoping that she would accept that this was something we wanted to do and grumble about it periodically but without escalating it any further than that.

Alas, this was not to be. Last night I received a phone call that was calm for about two seconds and then in an instant I was being screamed at like a five year old. It was literally like 0 to 60 in nothing flat. I’m pretty sure she had been stewing about it for the past two days and that’s why it was like, “Hello” and then instant screaming, but it felt pretty unfair since I hadn’t been a part of the argument she was having in her head. I was basically called a bad mother for wanting to go, I was guilt tripped about never listening to her, my vacation preferences were ridiculed (“All you do is eat”), all of this in a very shrill, very loud, “I’m the parent and you will follow my orders” tone. Granted my mom is Taiwanese and so can get loud very quickly without meaning to, but I (very proud of myself) managed not to raise my voice, to wait for her to finish her thoughts and asked her very politely not to yell a few times. It didn’t really work and that’s when it devolved into the guilt trip about me never listening to her.

At one point I told her that I would agree to take her concerns and advice under consideration and seriously consider canceling the trip IF she would agree to on her end, do the research about the risks of flying while pregnant. To this she responded she did not need to do research because it was “common sense.” Hm…apparently not common sense to the medical community nor most of the rest of the world, considering how many baby-moons I’ve read about people taking. Women who have had IVF’s or IUI’s or otherwise struggled incredibly hard, for years and thrown small fortunes into getting pregnant. In other words, the last women in the world who would jeopardize their hard won pregnancies for a dangerous vacation.

Oh yes, at one point she started talking about 9/11 and how those people didn’t realize how risky their flight was. Yes, she actually went there.

I don’t mean to make my mom sound like a crazy person. She, like all asian parents, tends to get some weird ideas in their head that they cling to even in light of factual evidence that proves otherwise, but for the most part she is pretty mellow and has always believed in talking things through. She does however, have an incredibly strong tendency towards confirmation bias. She has pretty much been against EVERY. SINGLE. TRIP I’ve taken since I was diagnosed eight years ago and has advised against me going on pretty much every last one (there has been one big trip to Asia, one trip to Miami/Caribbean, two Hawaii trips, and at least half a dozen Vegas trips) but she claims that she has only twice said I shouldn’t go and that after both of those trips I had a mini-flare (one Vegas trip and one ski trip at Mammoth). I can’t argue with her that this isn’t the case, because she adamantly believes it is. So in her mind, when she has a bad feeling about me going on a trip it must be because something bad will come out of it. Except, she just forgets all the times she tells me not to go and nothing bad happens. Thus she is 100% accurate about which trips I shouldn’t go on and since she thinks I shouldn’t go on this one I shouldn’t.

Sigh.

Needless to say it was very difficult to sleep last night. First of all, it’s not like I’m completely without anxiety about a five hour flight away from my team of doctors. But I’m convinced that as long as things stay as they are, flying itself is not the risk. From everything I’ve read, the main concern doctors have about pregnant women going on trips is not the flying, but simply the not being near their care.

Immediately after that disturbing phone call, I started researching Level 3 NICU’s and hospitals in Oahu and found that Honolulu actually has the only Level 3 NICU in the Pacific Islands. It is located in a Women and Children’s hospital that has excellent reviews and I confirmed that it is considered in-network as far as my insurance is concerned. I will be bringing copies of my most recent labs as well as contact info for my entire medical team. I am also planning to call them before the trip to see if there is anything they would want me to bring if I did have to end up visiting them (which I really hope I don’t).

I’m feeling much better after finding this information, so in that sense my mom’s freakout had some positive outcomes. But I’m still really upset and disturbed by how completely unwilling she was to be reasonable, even as a tactic to try and convince me not to go. It was upsetting to be treated like a reckless teenager, determined to have a good time no matter what the costs. It’s like she didn’t hear at all about the research I’ve done and the contingency plan we’ve made (the trip insurance) and the fact that my doctors will have the final say on whether or not this trip is a go.

It was as though I was five years old and being told that I have to do something because my mom “says so” without any further explanation. I appreciate my parents concern but I am a thirty year old woman and about to be a mother myself. I think I’m old enough to make rational decisions and if my parents want to give me their input I would appreciate it if it was based on arguments beyond “it’s just common sense!” when it’s obviously not (see: medical opinions and millions of other women who have flown pregnant and been told it’s fine by their doctors).

I was telling one of my friends about this and she said the same type of thing happened to her shortly into her first pregnancy and that you just have to draw a line in the sand and remind them that they will always be your parents and you always appreciate their input but that YOU are the mama now and you and your husband get to make the final decision for baby, not them. It reminded me about EJ’s post about a similar situation with her mom (although theirs sounded more like a grown up conversation!). I guess this is just all part of growing up.

Who knew that being both a mom and a daughter could be this stressful.

baby stuff, other stuff and a minor freakout

Last Wednesday was my NT screening (this is an ultrasound where they measure the nuchal translucency, aka a fold behind the baby’s neck that contains fluid at this stage of development and combine it with bloodwork to determine your risk of down syndrome and other chromosomal defects).  It was amazing getting to see the baby looking like an actual baby now!  I will post the u/s pictures at some point when I’m not feeling so lazy.

The little guy slept pretty much through the entire exam and we actually had to wake him up because he wasn’t in a good position for the tech to measure his neck.  This involved a lot of belly jiggling, coughing, drinking cold water and me changing positions a few times.  We finally got him to wake up enough to move a little but he was clearly still super sleepy because he wiggled around a bit and then went back to sleep!

Oh yeah, and the tech said in her opinion we’re having a little boy!  She said it’s too early to go out and start buying things but she was pretty sure she saw a little pe.nis.  She showed us the money shot, and he had his legs spread wide open and there was definitely something peeking out.  Just the fact that he was being so immodest about showing off the goods makes me think he must be a boy 🙂

I got my results back today and was told we have a 1/1,150 chance of DS and “the best possible” results for Trisomy (I forgot if she said 18 or 13) at 1/100,000.  We’re still waiting for results from a test both Paul and I took which will tell us if we’re recessive carriers for 85 genetic diseases and if we’re both carriers for any of the same diseases.  They said it was unlikely since we’re not related, but we decided to get the test done anyway since most likely our insurance will cover it (and if not they said they would only charge $99 each).

I also donated two extra vials of blood to a study that is trying to figure out a better, more accurate screening method for genetic defects that is less invasive than amnio and CVS (which both carry risk of miscarriage).  I figured, I give four vials of blood all the time and it hardly seemed worth the stick for just two vials, so why not =P

At the NT scan I was asked at least three different times if I’d experienced any bleeding or cramping at all and I happily said no each time.  So OF COURSE the next night I thought I needed to go #2 but when I sat down on the toilet I had a few very sharp cramps on the left side, bad enough that I doubled over in pain.  I didn’t go but when I wiped and did my usual tp inspection I discovered an unsettling, suspiciously brown looking streak.  I wiped again and there was more, it looked brownish-reddish and I immediately began screaming for Paul (who was already asleep by this time).  He came over and agreed it was definitely reddish and I started panicking and wanting to call the emergency nurse line at Dr. D’s office (which THANK GOD they have that).  He talked me out of it, saying it was so little and subsequent wipes yielded nothing.

I spoke to the nurse at Dr. D’s office as soon as they opened and she calmed me down a bit more, she thought it could have been from the ultrasound the day before because I had had some pain also on the left side during the ultrasound when the tech pushed down to get a good angle.  She said she would talk to Dr. D and call me back, she eventually called back to say Dr. D wasn’t too concerned but wanted me to go on pelvic rest for now just as a precaution.

During all of this I was so incredibly grateful that a) my OB does have a nurse on call 24/7, I don’t have to leave messages, I can always speak to someone and b) I have a doppler.  Being able to check that the baby still had a heartbeat during all of this calmed me down immensely (even though I was still really worried).  Before this I was only checking the hb every other day but since Friday I have been doing it at least once per day, but only for a minute or so so hopefully that’s ok. I did talk to Dr. D about the home doppler and he said it’s fine, his only concern is me not being able to find the hb and flipping out when there’s nothing to worry about.

So after that little freakout I had a busy weekend for one of my best friend’s wedding.  It started on Friday night with a rehearsal and dinner out in Pleasanton (it was still 80+ degrees even though we didn’t get there til 5:30pm).  I didn’t get back to the city until almost midnight and was only able to sleep until 8am on Saturday because we had to go to my parents house in the ‘burbs for my mom’s 60th birthday lunch.  It was a lot of fun and I got to spend a couple hours with my niece A (my cousin’s daughter, in Chinese culture she refers to me as her aunt) who is probably the cutest little girl ever.  Later on Paul and I were talking about how much crap people schlep around for their kids, specifically how one of our friends seems to bring every single toy in their house with them just to go out to dinner…Paul said there’s no way he’ll do that but then he reconsidered and said well, unless we have a daughter like A, then I will probably bring anything and everything she asks me to.  For some reason that totally melted my heart.  I’m so glad this man gets to be a daddy – and to my baby!!  Lucky me 🙂

After lunch we headed straight back to Pleasanton for the wedding.  I was supposed to arrive early for pictures but was running a little late and mostly ended up just standing around in heels in the sun and 100 degree heat – no fun!  Luckily I brought my big sunhat with me.  The ceremony was beautiful, I managed to do my reading with no big mishaps and I got some special time after the ceremony for pictures with the bride that I was supposed to show up early for.  After that I was pooped.  The sun and heat had taken a lot out of me.

We stayed for most of the festivities but left not long after the cake was cut (or rather, cupcakes were distributed).  By the time we were walking out I could feel the tell-tale aching in my lower extremities so I went straight to bed when we got to the hotel and slept for a solid 10 or so hours.  When I woke up in the morning all the aches and pains were gone so we headed out to the Livermore Farmer’s Market since we would be missing our usual one in the city.

Everything was SO CHEAP!  I bought 6lbs of peaches and a cantaloupe and the man said $10 and Paul was like, wait what about the melon?  And the guy was like yeah, including that.  We both looked at each other like what?!

After that we stopped for lunch at a popular ale house in “downtown” and Paul immediately started talking about how we should move here once we’re ready to leave the city.  As we drove to my friend G’s new in-laws house back in Pleasanton (they were having brunch there but we were too hungry to wait til 1pm to eat) we passed a regional park with a big lake and lots of families hanging out, a water park and a BMX riding area and Paul was 100% sold.

I’m still not so sure about it, but I will admit I’m slightly more open to it now than I was before.  Even though it’s only about 40 minutes from where I grew up I always thought of it as such a hick-ish area and was surprised to see it’s actually a really cute city with lots of family friendly things to do.  According to wikipedia it also has the 3rd highest median income for a mid-size city in the US.  That was a big shock to me because for some reason I had always thought it was kind of a “ghetto” place to live.  I guess it’s the Bay Area snobbery in me?

Anyway, I have today and tomorrow off because I knew I would probably need some time to recovery from the weekend festivities.  Paul is off tomorrow so we’re going to go up to Tomales Bay for some oyster shucking and bbq-ing!  Sadly, no raw oysters for me :(  But I’m sure Paul will make some delicious bbq-ed ones to ease my disappointment.

it’s not all about my uterus

** As I’m sure even those of you who don’t give a crap about basketball are aware, the Miami Heat are the new champs of the NBA.  I spent most of the series thinking I was cheering for the Thunder and yet during the actual games cheering for plays made by the Heat.  It was all very confusing until Game 5 when Mike Miller rained down a barrage of three’s even though he could clearly barely walk up and down the court thanks to his old-man back.  That’s when I realized that although I preferred the Thunder stars (KD, Westbrook and Ibaka in particular, Harden needs to shave his beard and then maybe) I can’t stand a lot of their role players.  (Two words: Derek Fisher.  ‘Nuff said.)  The opposite is true of Miami, I love their role players (c’mon, Haslem, Turiaf, Battier, Chalmers, Cole, and Miller with his Gatorade commercial worthy Game 5, what’s not to love about all those guys?) and at the end of the day, I’m a gal that loves role players.  To me, they make up the heart of the team and they are always overlooked despite the fact that a role player is almost always the difference maker in winning a championship.  Stars will do their thang, it’s the role players and their gutsy, no glory performances that make the difference.  What can I say?  I’m a dirty work gal, and I prefer the dirty work players of Miami to those on the Thunder.  So even though I thought I wanted the Thunder to win, I find myself overjoyed for all the players who contributed to the Miami win.  Well done boys.  And just like when the Giants won the World Series a couple years ago, I really, really love that moment when the win sinks in and grown men turn into little boys.  It always makes me smile (unless it’s the Lakers, of course).

** Have you guys heard about those little monsters that bullied a 68-year old grandma on the school bus?  I admit, I couldn’t watch more than a few seconds of the video without wanting to burst out into tears.  Reading the descriptions of the things that were said were bad enough.  One of my friends said the dreaded phrase, “kids being kids” and I completely lost it at him.  If that is “kids being kids” then kids must be vile little creatures.  I get kids bullying other kids, but what has happened to our society that kids have the nerve to bully a senior citizen?  My first thought was, wow, I hope their parents are completely ashamed of themselves.  Of course, the sad fact is, they’re probably not.  How else could they have raised such disgusting, disrespectful, foul-mouthed little creatures?  I read in an ABC article that one of the father’s said he thinks his son has been punished enough.  Well, it’s exactly that kind of attitude that has let your son turn into an adult-size asshole right before your eyes.  If that was my kid?  First of all, I’d be asking what I did wrong, and second, I would be marching my child over to Mrs. Klein’s house and tell him he better get down on his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness.  I would also be doing everything I could to apologize (in person, none of this writing a letter and sending it through the news media bullshit) to that poor lady and her family.  And you better believe, every single video game cartridge memory card my kid owned would be deleted immediately, not to mention grounding for the entire summer (or maybe until they graduate from high school).  But again, I doubt any of that will happen to these kids because their parents are probably too busy telling them it’s not their fault.  Thank goodness the little twerps were dumb enough to film the whole thing themselves and put it up on the internet of their own accord, thinking it would be just hilarious.  At least now Mrs. Klein will have enough money to retire and never have to be within five feet of those awful “children” again. Here is the best article I’ve read so far on the whole thing.

** My friend Lian pointed out this Atlantic Magazine article to me entitled Why Women Still Can’t Have It All.  I found it fascinating, particularly in that the reasons Slaughter gave for why it is difficult for women with families to succeed in the world of international relations are directly applicable to the field I work in.  Long hours in the office?  Check.  Frequent travel?  Check.  Inflexible schedules?  Check.  And let’s face it, Wall Street is still very much an “ol’ boys club.”  I consider myself lucky that I work in a San Francisco branch office because the work-life balance here is leaps and bounds better than it would be if I were in NYC, but even in SF there is the pressure to put in facetime and never take time off unless you absolutely have to.  For example, I get four weeks of vacation each year but haven’t even come close to taking that amount of time off.  Last year I rolled over the maximum allowed ten days and right now I’m sitting on 26 days of vacation time.  I’ve recently started thinking long and hard about what direction my career will take if this pregnancy is successful and I have yet to come up with any answers.  There are only a handful of women in the office who have a role similar to mine and only ONE that has a child.  The one that does have a child is much older than I am, had her child only very recently (I have never asked but my guess is she plans to have only one, given her age) and was already extremely senior in the firm before she got pregnant.  Most of the men I work with have children, but they also almost all have stay at home (or work from home) wives.  I don’t really have anyone to look to for how to be the kind of working mother I’d like to be if I stay within my current position, and I do find that somewhat upsetting.  I think there are a lot of ways that I could easily do my job at least part of the time from home, but I don’t know if the culture of my job (not just at my firm, but across the entire street) would be open to that.  Hopefully (there’s that word again!) this will be something I actually get to try to figure out in 8 months or so.

for Paul

I wanted to do something special for Paul’s first Father’s Day.

But since at this point all we have are three betas indicating there should be a baby growing in there, I’m just not mentally in a place yet where I feel confident enough to buy anything that will leave us with a tangible reminder of what could have been, should this not work out. I know that this probably isn’t the right attitude to have and that I need to be strong and hopeful for the little one growing inside of me – and most of the time I am, but the idea of having any baby stuff in the house right now just feels like I’m taking the future for granted. Maybe once we see the heartbeat this will change, but our first ultrasound is still over a week away.

So instead, I’m writing. Writing about this amazing man that is my husband, and who has now become the father of my child (and with any luck, children). Hopefully next year we will be celebrating this day with a wriggly, chubby-cheeked four-month old in our arms.

While I have tons of doubts about what kind of mother I’ll be, there is no question in my mind that Paul will be an incredible father. I know this because of the way he has loved and taken care of me through some of the most difficult times in my life. I know this because being with him has made me want to be a better person, a person that deserves to be with someone so strong and so good inside.

A long time ago, not long after we first started dating, he told me that he knew he loved me because he woke up every morning and the first thing he felt was lucky. I can honestly say that eight years later (exactly eight years tomorrow actually), I wake up every single morning and am simply amazed that this man chose to love me. Every morning before I get out of bed, I kiss him on the forehead and think about the fact that I am the luckiest woman alive to have him by my side.

I didn’t know this kind of love could exist before I met Paul.

Throughout the struggle towards pregnancy, the thing that hurt the most was the thought that I might never be able to carry the child that would be a little tiny reflection of this man who deserved more than anyone else I know to have his wonderfulness passed on. It wasn’t the loss of my own genetics that hurt, it was the potential loss of his.

It hurt me to know that after all he had given to me, everything he had done to take care of me and nurture me, my body could deny him something I knew he wanted very badly, a biological child.

(This isn’t to say that he isn’t also equally excited at the idea of children who come to us through adoption some day, because he has made it absolutely clear that he is, but as I’ve written before, I think it’s totally normal to want both.)

I could give you a laundry list of all the ways I know Paul will be a great dad, from how he never complains about waking up at 4:30am to drop me off at work to how he willingly wipes and washes my obese cat’s poopy behind, but I think (hope) there will be plenty of time in the future to write about what a wonderful father he is to our baby. For today, I’ll just say that I’m so thankful for the opportunity to make him a dad.

finally

Updated my About page. It only took me 2+ years!

now i’m just rambling

I wanted to try and write something a little more cheery after yesterday’s festival of sadness and self-pity. Mainly because I personally really hate seeing such depressing stuff as my top post.

But I got nothing.

Okay, well, it is Friday right? Can’t be mad about that.

Except now I’m going to go into my laundry list of reasons for not being thrilled for this particular weekend. With the caveat that it is still definitely better than the work week, I just like to complain.

I get to go to the lab again for a poking tomorrow. I’m hoping just two vials this time though and preferrably not the big needle so I don’t look like a heroin addict on Monday, like I so often do. I don’t know why some phlebotomists feel the need to use the big needle on me, I have good veins, I don’t need the big needle! But I never speak up and tell them this because I’m kind of a doormat that hates confrontation. Also, I prefer not to question people who are about to stab me with the big needle.

The Superbowl is also depressing me in a, man, it is so awesome to feel depressed over something as trivial as sports, kind of way. Of course, it would be much more awesome if I were feeling excited for the Superbowl because the Niners were about to beat the Pats in it. As it is, I’m stuck cheering for the Giants – the team that broke my heart two short weeks ago! – and feeling like the truth is I’m not going to feel happy about the result of this game either way.

Like I said though, it actually does feel nice to feel depressed over a game instead of over whether or not I’ll ever achieve the one and only goal in my life that I had assumed would take zero effort to achieve.

But I’m not ready to get into all of that again, so instead a funny story from yesterday. I was driving home and Paul was checking his voicemail when he started laughing at a message. It turns out the flower shop he orders my Valentine’s Day flowers from every year was calling because they hadn’t gotten an order from him this year – he didn’t call them back so now they probably think we broke up haha!

In case you’re wondering why no flowers this year? I told him he didn’t need to. Sometimes I feel bad because I can be so unromantic and my husband loves surprises and flowers and all of that stuff, so I feel like I can just never give him the reaction he’s looking for. I think it’s really sweet, but it’s also just not something I feel like I need from him. This is going to sound all kinds of gross, but he is so amazingly sweet and thoughtful every day that there’s just not many more points he can score by going big a few days out of the year. The man cooks, cleans, works full time, goes shopping for me, wakes up at 4:30 a.m. to drop me off at the office (even though he starts at 8 a.m.!) and somehow also manages to never lose his temper even though he is married to a crazy person.

When we first started dating eight years ago, every. single. one. of my guy friends was predicting that he’d stop doing things, like opening the car door for me, within six months. Then when we got engaged a year and a half later and he was still opening the car door for me? They all said they were now sure it would end after the wedding.

(Incidentally, now you also know the apparent reason most men get married – so they don’t have to open the car door for you anymore).

Anyway, here we are five years later and I just have one thing to say, every single one of them was wrong. Every. Single. One.

The only thing wrong with this man is that he is attracted to me. But I can live with that.

He heard me

After I hit publish on my last post, I ran out the door to pick up Paul from work, just like I do every day.

As I was driving, Strong Enough by Matthew West came on the radio.

I’m not going to lie and say it pulled me out of this emotional pit I’ve fallen into.  Or that it suddenly made me feel like everything is going to be okay.  Or even that it prevented me from almost bursting into tears in the middle of a crowded grocery store not thirty minutes later, as I told Paul all the things I wrote on my blog today.

But, at least for those four minutes and three seconds, it did make me feel like even though I meant to blog as though no one was reading, He heard me.

And for that I’m thankful.

You must, You must think I’m strong
To give me what I’m going through
Well forgive me, forgive me if I’m wrong
But this looks like more than I can do
On my own

I know I’m not strong enough
To be everything that I’m supposed to be
I give up
I’m not strong enough
Hands of mercy won’t You cover me?
Lord right now I’m asking You to be
Strong enough
For the both of us

Well maybe, maybe that’s the point
To reach the point of giving up
Cause when I’m finally, finally at rock bottom
Well that’s when I start looking up
And reaching out

Cause I’m broken down to nothing
But I’m still holding onto the one thing
You are God and You are strong
When I am weak

I can do all things
Through Christ who gives me strength
I don’t have to be
Strong enough