Showing posts with label hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hands. Show all posts

Friday, June 22, 2007

non-pregnancy related complaint

So I have DeQuarvains tendinitis. It hurts like a bitch. Wiping my own ass is excruciating.

This morning my hand doc injected me with steroids. He assured me it was safe for the baby. Damn I hope this works.

End complaint...

I may not be around for a while.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

catching up

I had carpel tunnel surgery on my right hand last week, so that's my excuse for not blogging for the last week. The several weeks before that I have no excuse for.

So right now I'm typing with a splint on, eating cannoli's and watching American Idol. I'm on vacation this week, which is somewhat disappointing since I can't do anything cause my damn hand hurts. Amazing Daddy is of course very supportive and frequently tells me I should be taking it easy and not pushing it, but could I please just give the cat his pills, make dinner, go to the store, etc. while giving me attitude when I remind him I can't wash the dishes in the sink because I can't get my stitches wet, although I did manage to unload and load the dishwasher and fold the three baskets of laundry he's been stepping over in the hall for the last week.

I did do something very exciting this morning though. I bought a new sewing machine! Finally, no more piece of crap 20 year old machine from Sears. It's like going from a go kart to a Mercedes. Hopefully soon I'll be able to actually play with it. Part of the excitement was that I earned the money myself from my sewing business (making weighted vests and blankets for sensory and autistic kids, on the piece of crap machine no less). And, I stayed in my budget but was still able to buy a Brother embroidery machine.

Let's see, what else. The Boy is being evaluated by a child psychologist this week. She was observing at preschool this morning and his teachers told me he was a freaking little angel. She wanted to know who we sent to school this morning because it was not our son. He actually sat in circle and raised his hand waiting to be called on. Apparently he's never done that before. Ever. Basically he was a perfect almost 4 year old this morning while she was there. The minute she walked out the door he turned in to a monster and had to be physically removed from the room.

He's so f'ing smart, and been evaluated so often, that he just assumed she was there for him and turned in to master manipulator. Can't wait to see how our eval at her office on Friday goes.

On the IF front, Lupron started yesterday. We paid for the cycle in December so the "tough" part is done. Since its a donor frozen embryo cycle I don't have to stim, just suppress with the Lupron and use estrogen patches after I get my Lupron period. I have a feeling that the transfer will be around PA's birthday, so we aren't planning a big party for him. My parents will be in for the weekend and we'll have the MIL over for the day. He still has Christmas presents he hasn't opened, so he won't be hurting in that area. Having a party for him is just too stressful right now, for him and me.

And that's about all my hand can take tonight.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

embryo updates

Several of you have commented or emailed recently asking what was going on with our donor embryo plan.

Something to know about me, when I've made a decision to do something I tend to stop talking/writing about it since in my head it is a done deal. Anyway, we are moving forward with the DET. I'll start Lupron after my next period, then the ET after that. I think this will put us in February for the transfer, since Aunt Flo is due to visit us again around Christmas time. Yes, a true red Christmas.

The only obstacle I foresee right now is that I may need surgery on my wrist. I have an appointment this week with the hand surgeon. If I do (which at this point I just want to do and get it over with) I'm hoping they will do it soon so it is out of the way before this cycle and a potential pregnancy.

Of course, just by saying that I've jinxed myself in to failure.