Back from a long hiatus

Hello to all! Yes, I'm back. After a self-prescribed hiatus of nearly six months, I think it's high time to return to blogging with some degree of regularity. I've heard from many of you who wondered where I went. Let me just say it's been nice to be missed. When I left off, I was not in a good place and there came a point when spilling my guts for an audience ceased being cathartic and became a way to wallow, which was the last thing I needed to be doing.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven." Just as this favorite verse of Scripture has always rung true for me, so it did again. After undergoing an infertility workup, it was determined that both Sean and I were fine, except he had a very slight problem with morphology. We were slated to begin IUI treatment in early April. Then, on March 29, I noticed I wasn't PMSing like I should be. I had a stockpile of pregnancy tests, so I used my last cheapie Internet one before my shower that evening. I was in utter disbelief as I watched a distinct second line appear. We were supposed to need help! We'd tried, with perfect timing, for nine cycles with no luck! I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and ran downstairs, pee stick in hand, to show Sean. We were both speechless. It was a very long time before I could move. I repeated the test with a FRER the next morning, and the positive was even more blatant! The next morning, however, I was devastated to see what looked like the spotting that typically signifies the start of my period. I called the RE's office and they drew a beta. It showed hcG levels compatible with a pregnancy of 3-4 weeks. They prescribed progesterone suppositories and had me repeat the beta twice more over the next several days. The spotting never recurred after the initial incident, and my betas more than doubled every 48 hours. I discontinued the progesterone after the 6-week ultrasound confirmed a heartbeat.

The long and short of that story is that today I am 26 weeks pregnant with Caitrin's little brother, Collin. He is due December 10. It has been a textbook pregnancy so far. He's growing perfectly and my blood pressure has yet to be an issue. A few things are different this time. For one, I'm completely exhausted all the time. Last time around, I didn't have a toddler to keep up with. We also elected to find out the baby's sex this time. For as adamant as we were to be surprised when we had Caitrin, I was just as determined to find out this time. Mostly this was for her sake, so we could refer to the baby by name and so she'd know if she were having a sister or a brother. Initially, I had wanted another girl. We already have all the girl stuff for one, and my sister and I are best friends and I wanted that for my daughter. Now that we know we're having a boy, however, I couldn't be more excited. This time around, we know what we actually need, so buying for him has been pretty easy. It is much more difficult to find cute baby boy clothes than it is to find girl clothes, but after some searching we've done pretty well. I am, however, slowing down much sooner than I did with Caitrin. For several weeks now I've found I can't be the Energizer bunny anymore. When Caitrin naps, I nap these days.

Another difference is that I'm getting 17p progesterone injections once a week. The purpose of these injections is to prevent premature labor by keeping the uterus relaxed, so that hopefully Collin will "cook" for a little bit longer than his sister did. My OB asked me whether I'd heard of them when I mentioned to her my concern over the possibility of having another premature baby. At the time, I had to plead ignorance, so she gave me the long and short and said I should ask the perinatologist at my next visit. I did a great deal of research and Sean and I decided that since there were no risks to me or the baby, it would be stupid not to do it. My peri said that I just qualify, since Caitrin was born at nearly 36 weeks, but that if I wanted to do it he'd certainly order them for me. My insurance (and in a day and age when all you hear are people complaining about healthcare, I've just got to put in a plug for United Healthcare - they are amazing!) will pay for a nurse to come to the house once a week to give me my shot so that I don't have to drive into Annapolis for it.

So things are going well. We've already bought just about everything we need for our new arrival and are nearly finished painting his room. Realistically, we are planning on his arriving anytime from Halloween on. We certainly pray he won't come quite that early, but just in case he does our preparations will be done by then.

Caitrin is turning two in less than three weeks and while she may still be our baby, she has definitely become her own little person! Her vocabulary is what amazes people the most. When she graduated from physical therapy, she had to undergo another overall developmental assessment, during which she was found to have the vocabulary and cognitive skills of a 3-4 year old. My grandmother bought her the Your Baby Can Read curriculum a couple months ago and she just eats it up! She is always asking us if she can "watch the babies," and (I kid you NOT) can read the words chimpanzee, giraffe, and gorilla. We have always worked very hard to teach her manners, so it's second nature for her to respond with, "please" when we ask her if she'd like a drink, a snack, to read a story, etc. We sneeze, and she says, "bless you." Give her something she's asked for and it's, "thank you, Mama" (or Daddy). She looks adults in the eye when she talks to them. If I ask her whether she's heard me when I've requested she do something, she says, "yes, ma'am."

Aside from being smart, polite and a quick learner, Caitrin is also becoming very independent. She loves to try to brush her own hair and teeth, help clear the table and push in chairs after she eats, and help me sweep and fold laundry. Sean and I joke that she's sometimes even more anal than I am about making sure things are put in their proper places. Before she will come to the table, go upstairs to bed, or leave the house to go out, she insists on putting her toys and books away. We've found that this can be a little annoying when we've got to be somewhere in a hurry, but the last thing we want to do is discourage it! We're trying to build extra time into our requests (i.e., ask her to come to the table a few minutes before we need her to) so that she has time to organize things to her liking. We're also trying really hard to prepare her for Collin's arrival while at the same time not making everything about him all the time. For her part, though, she is very excited about him. She knows that he's "in Mama's belly," and she gives him hugs and kisses and prays for him before she goes to sleep. We try to play up the fact that he'll look up to her and she'll be able to teach him about all her favorite things, so I think she's decided he's going to be pretty cool.

Caitrin started nursery school this week. I know what you're thinking: "but you said you were going to homeschool!" Indeed we are, when the time comes. That hasn't changed. What has changed is that we found a top-notch Christian preschool that has a program for two-year olds, and when we found out we were having Collin we recognized Caitrin's need to be exposed to other children. We decided we wouldn't do it unless we could find a quality Christian program, and it turns out there is one right in our town. She goes Tuesday and Thursday mornings from 8:30-11:30. We chose to start her now rather than wait until after Collin is born because we want school to be "her thing;" something she loves, not something she resents because we made her do it when the baby got here. It isn't as if we expect her to come out with an engineering degree or anything; while I know she will learn a great deal, our goals were to get her accustomed to being friendly with other kids, sharing, and furthering her learning to respond to adults as authority figures in an environment that reinforces the values she learns from us. She loves it! She is having a blast and bringing home art projects to show us.

The other changes in our household involve the addition of more critters to the fold. I know that before I broke I shared our interest in adopting a retired greyhound. Well, on May 2 we did just that. We went to visit the rescue I'd been in contact with, not sure if we'd be bringing someone home with us that day or not. The director knew we were looking for a dog who'd be calm and gentle with Caitrin, and we thought we'd be getting a boy because she said they're generally calmer. But when we arrived, it just so happened that there was a small brindle female, 4 1/2 years old, whom they suggested we take for a walk to see how she and Caitrin got along. Caitrin was 19 months old at the time and had really only been walking for about 2 months. Despite the overall gentle nature of greyhounds, she was a little wary when we got to the rescue and all the dogs were taller than she. As soon as we got outside with her and the little female, though, the first thing she did was to give the dog a hug, to which the dog responded with a kiss. Caitrin giggled, and we knew our match was made. So that's how JB's Bowandarrow, AKA "Bonnie," became part of our family. She is a beautiful dog and has a very sweet disposition. True to everything I read about greyhounds prior to getting her, she takes her retirement VERY seriously. After four months at home with us, she's basically a piece of furniture who gets up to eat and go out to the bathroom once in a while. I never believed that greyhounds actually sleep 99% of the time till I saw it for myself. She is the laziest couch potato I've ever met, and yet somehow she manages to stay ripped like she's still running every day.

After Bonnie came the fish. Caitrin's always loved fish, and most likely that has something to do with the theme of her room being sea life. She and I visited my mom in Maine a few weeks ago (that trip is a story for another post) and Mom has a small aquarium. Caitrin's favorite thing about the whole trip was seeing Nanny's fishies, so when we got home I decided I could probably handle getting her a betta or two. Well, we went to WalMart and came home with two bettas, and after having them for a day I read that while they can live in the tiny bowls people typically keep them in, it's far from ideal and they should really be in a small community aquarium. I wasn't ready to commit to anything larger than 5 gallons, having had a 15 gallon aquarium with Sean when we had our apartment. The last thing I need are more things that poop and eat and have to be cleaned up after. I read that bettas and cory catfish do well together, so off we went to PetSmart. A hundred dollars and an hour later, we came home with a 2.5 gallon mini aquarium and all the trimmings, plus four peppered cory catfish. I intended to put a divider in the aquarium so the bettas could both be in it without killing one another, but after an entire afternoon of much frigging around I discovered the divider just wouldn't fit properly in the tank, as demonstrated when I stepped away for .02 seconds and one of the bettas squeezed past the divider and started in on his rival. Fortunately, they weren't together more than 10 seconds before I was able to scoop up the aggressor and corral him back in the betta bowl. Sadly, one of the catfish didn't make it past the first couple days. The aquarium came with the whole filter assembly already put together, save for one piece. I didn't see the necessity of the piece at the time, mainly because I'd already filled the darn tank with water and fish and didn't feel like taking it apart. Turns out that piece fit over the "sucky" end of the filter, to keep little fish from getting slurped into the moving parts. Well, I learned that the hard way, after finding the remains of the remains of the poor little guy stuck in there when I did a head count and could only find 3 catfish. So the piece was installed, and nearly two weeks later the red betta (Mulder) happily shares the aquarium with the 3 remaining catfish (Frohike, Langly and Byers, of course). Doggett, the blue betta, didn't read the books that say he's supposed to get along with catfish, and that coupled with his attempt on Mulder's life keeps him confined to the betta tank, but he's happy as a clam in there. Caitrin loves them, and I think I might like them even more than she does. I'm calling them a joint birthday present since she and I both have birthdays in the next few weeks. They eat bloodworms (i.e., dead bug larvae) but if I pretend they're brine shrimp I can get through feeding time with a minimum of gagging, and mostly they're just a lot of fun to watch.

So that's it for now. I have no clue about the frequency with which I'll be able to post, free time being at a premium these days, but it should be at least once a week. I gave the layout a facelift and in so doing lost a bunch of my page elements, and now I'm not really sure I want to put many of them back. I definitely will put up some recent photos very soon though. Till then.

The Week in Review

Sorry, I'm stealing from C4 there but I couldn't think of a more creative title. I also don't have any new pictures this week. Well, that's not entirely true; I have video on my phone of Caitrin walking (and walking and walking and walking) ALL BY HERSELF up at the park, but I can't figure out how to get it from there to here.

It was a heavily-scheduled week, or at least the first half was. Monday Caitrin had PT. Her therapist said she could see improvement in her posture and balance from the first week. She mentioned that we might want to consider orthotics because Caitrin's left foot turns in a little. But then I took her to the pediatrician on Tuesday for her 18-month well visit. She is 23 lbs, 6 oz (50th percentile) and 31 inches tall (25th percentile), so her growth is consistent. I mentioned to the doctor about the therapist recommending orthotics and he said they're absolutely not necessary, that almost all babies' feet turn in when they first start walking, and that Caitrin is exceedingly double-jointed, which may also contribute. According to him (and he worked with cerebral palsy patients at Hopkins, among his myriad other credentials) the condition almost always corrects itself by late adolescence if not earlier, and only causes problems in distance runners.

The pediatrician was very impressed with Caitrin's language development (it's not just me!). It's unbelievable; she is picking up several new words every day right now. She got her last HiB and Hep A vaccines and came through it unscathed for the first time ever. She's never been much of a crier, but every time previous she's had a fever for at least a few hours afterward. This time, we walked out of the office, noticed how nice it was outside, and went up to the park to watch airplanes! This was when she gave me the biggest surprise of my life. We walked around and around, Caitrin holding my hand. Every few minutes I would let go, take a few steps back and have her walk to me unsupported. We did this a few times, and then one time instead of coming to me, she got halfway and turned around and started walking in the other direction! And she didn't stop! She did this 2 or 3 times and finally I had the good sense to grab my phone and take some video. I've never been so proud of my baby girl. She is a firecracker!

Wednesday Sean and I had our follow-up appointment at S.hady G.rove. For as nervous as I was and as much trouble as we went through to get a babysitter, I'd have thought the appointment was going to be a long one. Not so. The doctor sat down with us, told us that all our prescreening was normal with the exception of morphology, and recommended three cycles of IUI. That's it, that's all, end of story. So beginning next cycle, IUI it will be. I can't believe we've actually got a plan in place. It's been forever just getting this far.

Now I'm going to turn 180 degrees and reveal the other big development of this week. It would appear that we are most likely going to adopt a retired racing greyhound in the very near future. Sean and I have been very fond of them since our honeymoon, when we stayed in a B&B whose owners had adopted a greyhound. She was so still that we weren't sure she was real at first! We learned that greyhounds are very calm and gentle-natured, that they don't shed, drool or stink like other dogs, that they're great with children and adapt very well to life as house pets. Last Saturday we made one of our regular trips to Petsmart with Caitrin, ostensibly so that she could see the fish and kitties. As it happened, a local greyhound rescue was having a meet and greet and three of their dogs were there. Sean and I were excited to see them and Caitrin, who has really shown no interest in dogs at all, loved these guys. Later Sean and I were talking and I told him that even though I've shied away from getting a dog for years (too much work, too little reward) that I could handle a greyhound. He agreed and said that we could think about it after the next pregnancy.

I started researching greyhound rescue and adoption, and by sheer coincidence I came across the website for the organization whose dogs we'd met at Petsmart. I read and read and discovered that they have an adoption application that you can submit online. I showed Sean what I had found and told him that I really think now would be a great time to adopt. Even if I do get pregnant soon, I could much more easily handle Caitrin and a pregnancy and a new dog than I could Caitrin and a new baby and a new dog. Plus, I'd argued, it'll give me someplace else to focus my energy; to perhaps be a little less sad. I got a call from the rescue on Wednesday, and they may have a dog for us already. I'm to call back Sunday to find out more.

So since then, I've been amassing "doggie stuff." All the rescues whose sites I've visited have great recommendations about what to get before you get your greyhound. We need a sturdy bed (check: $22 at Target), a hulking crate (at least 40"x28"x30"; check: $42 on eBay), a coat (because they're so thin; check: $9.95 on eBay), a muzzle (check: $10 from a rescue in Michigan), an elevated feeder (check: $19.95 at Wal Mart), and various and sundry squeaky toys, dental chews and treats. I've also bought It’s Me Or The Dog: How to Have the Perfect Pet by Victoria Stilwell, as I’m a huge fan of It’s Me Or The Dog. I’ve determined that this dog is going to be one that people love to be around; one that I can take anywhere, who obeys commands and truly is man’s best friend. I'm really excited about this. It will in no way make me forget that I desperately want another child, but it will give me a positive outlet while we work on it.

I'm off to watch X-Files with my hubby before I collapse from exhaustion. Will continue to work on getting the video from my phone up here.

18 Months Old

Caitrin Says:

1. Daddy
2. Mama
3. Kitty (was “key” at first but is now definitely “kitty”)
4. Baby
5. Hi
6. Me
7. What’s that? (most of the time it’s “us za” or “us da,” but sometimes it’s really “what’s that”)
8. You
9. Bye
10. Shoe
11. Yeah
12. Eye
13. Wow
14. Okay
15. Queaky (the name she gave the seahorse toy she carries everywhere)
16. Circle (and she really does pronounce it correctly – I was stunned)
17. Turtle (again, pronunciation is correct…unbelievable)
18. Monkey (one of her myriad nicknames)
19. Uh-oh
20. Go
21. Oh, baby
22. Good girl
23. Oh, man
24. Silly kitty (“see kitty”)
25. Silly baby (“see baby”)
26. Okay, baby
27. All done
28. Oh, no
30. Amen

Caitrin Recognizes (will point to pictures and/or the actual item):

1. Daddy
2. Mama
3. Baby
4. Kitty
5. Drum
6. Guitar
7. Ball
8. Monkey
9. Lion
10. Elephant
11. Butterfly
12. Caterpillar
13. Ladybug
14. Birdie
15. Mouse
16. Flower
17. Fish
18. Octopus
19. Lobster
20. Starfish
21. Crab
22. Turtle
23. Seahorse
24. Squirrel
25. Teddy bear
26. Head
27. Ear
28. Eye
29. Nose
30. Mouth
31. Belly
32. Hand
33. Knee
34. Foot
35. Shoes
36. Socks
37. Books
38. Big plane
39. Lipstick
40. Dog
41. Calendar
42. Light
43. Table
44. Rooster
45. Diaper

Fun Idiosyncrasies:
Caitrin clearly knows who her own Mama and Daddy are, but right now she thinks that all adult women are “mama” and adult men are “daddy.” This makes for interesting shopping trips and appointments, as she’ll point to a random man and scream out “DADDY” at the top of her lungs.

She is beginning to respond when I ask her questions. If I ask, “Are you all done?” she’ll often reply with “yeah” or “okay.” Sometimes follows directions when I ask her to help me put toys away.

She knows that you brush your hair with a hairbrush and sometimes does pretty well brushing hers. She knows socks and shoes go on your feet and will often attempt to put hers on.

Somehow she understands that you dip chicken nuggets in mustard or ketchup. One night I handed her a whole plate at dinner instead of giving her bites at a time, and on the plate I had squirted some mustard, just to see what would happen. She picked up a nugget, dunked it, and put it in her mouth, and kept doing so until they were gone.

She does understand how to feed herself from a spoon but won’t really do it, and won’t allow us to feed her from a spoon anymore. As such, her diet consists of all the things we eat that don’t require silverware in order to be eaten.

She will not hold her own sippy cup. She just refuses. Won’t even try. She is such a diva.

Snake Eyes/Language Explosion

At long last we close out a hectic week. Sunday was my Day 3 draw, as previously mentioned. Results all normal. Monday was Sean's SA and Cassy's follow-up at the vet. We've yet to hear about Sean, but Cassy is doing well. I mentioned that I've seen her scratching her ears again and so we're bumping her meds back up to every other day for 2 weeks. She's gained almost a pound because the 'roids give her the munchies. As long as she doesn't gain any more, she'll be fine.

Tuesday was supposed to be a recuperation day, but Caitrin decided not to nap and therefore it was anything but. She's cute (adorable, actually), but she exhausts me when I don't get a break. Sean and I were in bed by 9:30. Wednesday was my perinatologist consult. As was the case with all my previous dealings with them, this was a great experience. I finally have a diagnosis for the alarming spike in blood pressure that I had as soon as Caitrin was delivered. Postpartum preeclampsia. Never heard of such a thing. I knew it wasn't the "nothing" that all my OB's were playing it off as. The peri said that it's not likely to happen again, but advised me to start taking baby aspirin now and continue through pregnancy in order to prevent it. I told him that I want to do everything possible to prevent it from happening again, and he assured me we will. He also encouraged me to drop Aldomet and just take Procardia, as it is safe in pregnancy and a much more sophisticated drug.

And yesterday was HSG day. My biggest headache was finding someone to watch Caitrin. There are those in my world who don't support our seeking medical intervention to have another child, who appear to believe that being a Christian and seeking help with infertility are mutually exclusive. As such, there were some folks I couldn't even ask about childcare. But my amazing husband arranged for his mom and her friend to come, under the guise that I needed to "run errands." A wonderful time was had by all.

I was well-versed in the technical ins and outs of the procedure, but I was very concerned, as I mentioned last time, about the pain aspect. I know everyone's experience is a little different, but mine really was a piece of cake. I followed the advice of the major IF bloggers and took 800 mg of ibuprofen an hour and a half beforehand, but I could've done without it. It was no more uncomfortable than your everyday pelvic exam. It took them forever to place the catheter, but once they did, the procedure was over in seconds. The dye cleared the right tube immediately and the left about 15 seconds later. All is normal. The only surprise for me was the amount of spotting I've had. I've wondered, previous to this procedure, if the left tube was slightly blocked for whatever reason. The dye cleared a little more slowly than it did the right tube, so my personal theory is that there was a very slight blockage that was dislodged, hence the spotting. But I've been no more crampy than a light flow day.

So it would appear at the time of this writing that our diagnosis will be the oh-so-frustrating "unexplained infertility." Now that our prescreening is through, I will call to schedule our follow-up consult, whereby we will hopefully draw up a plan of action. I can't sit idly by anymore, letting cycle after cycle amount to nothing. I remember a commercial that used to run on TV when I was a kid...back in the days when beer commercials ran on television. It was for Pabst Blue Ribbon and the slogan was "PBR me ASAP." All week I've had this image in my head of me wearing a t-shirt to our follow-up consult that says "IUI me ASAP." Seriously, if they told me I could have an IUI tomorrow, I'd do it.

On the Caitrin front, she is currently supposed to be napping AGAIN and refusing to. Grrrrrr!!! She is becoming quite the little chatterbox all of a sudden. She's always been very verbal for her age, but it's like her vocabulary has expanded tenfold in the past week. Her latest words and phrases are "okay," "wow," "uh-oh," "silly baby," "silly kitty," "good girl," "no-no," and "monkey." She can now identify her head, hair, eye, nose, ear, mouth, hand, arm, belly, knee, and foot if I ask her to point to them. When we read, she will point to pictures of a kitty, doggie, butterfly, teddy bear, bird, fish, ladybug, flower, guitar, ball, monkey, baby, mama, and daddy. She is beginning to put toys away and books back on their shelves when I ask her to. She "parrots" everything we say now, so it's a good thing we keep a tight rein on our mouths for the most part!

I am seriously fighting the temptation to just crash today - sleep, let the dishes go and the diapers fold themselves. If and when there is a nap, you'd better believe I will be indulging in one of my own. I've suddenly got a mad craving for a good cup of decaf, so I'm gonna go indulge.

Grueling Schedule

Today began a very busy week for us, and me in particular. Before church I had to go to S.hady G.rove for my Day 3 blood draw, plus locate two offices in Annapolis I'll be visiting later in the week and wasn't familiar with.

I am such a newbie in this IF world, despite all I think I know. I didn't realize that they did a transvaginal ultrasound on Day 3 as well. No biggie; I had one of these at 5 weeks pregnant with Caitrin so once they told me I was having it I knew what to expect. After that I met with the nurse to review the schedule of upcoming procedures, and she said that from her cursory glance at my ultrasound, everything looks good. Uterus is normal shape & size (which I wasn't worried about since I carried Caitrin almost to term with no problems), and ovaries are normal as well...i.e., normal size, no cysts. I was worried about that, because I get weird intermittent pains near the left ovary at certain points in my cycle. Tomorrow I will hear from my nurse about the results of my blood work. I'm expecting to hear I have high prolactin, and maybe diminished ovarian reserve as well, but I am purely self-diagnosing, and though I think I know much, there is a great deal I don't know.

Tomorrow Sean will be my hero, as he goes for his SA. As I said previously, I'd rather have a zillion invasive pelvic procedures that have to do what he's doing. Will probably make the trip into Annapolis with him to drop off his contribution, as he's yet to go to SG and they've royally frigged up the parking down there at the hospital. Then we have to take Cassy to the vet for a recheck, which should go absolutely fine.

Tuesday is a recuperation day, and then on Wednesday I have my consult with Dr. S.weeney, the perinatologist I saw throughout my pregnancy with Caitrin. I'm excited about this appointment. Everyone loves Dr. S.weeney, not least of all myself, and I haven't had a chance to show Caitrin off to him yet. They moved office since then, and this morning I was able to find what I understand to be the correct building, but didn't see the practice name on the building itself.

On Thursday I have my HSG. As previously mentioned, I am excited and terrified about this one. I did find the building this morning, so I know where I'm going. But I can't take Caitrin with me, and her favorite babysitter has a softball game that day, so at this point I am stuck for someone to watch her. That is the part of all this that I absolutely hate. I feel like I almost have to hide the fact that I have her. It's really tough for me to leave her with anyone, even the handful of people I trust. But that's just part of the game, and complaining doesn't solve it.

So, after Thursday, our fact-finding mission should be over with. And in a couple weeks we'll both go in to talk to the doctor about the results and determine a plan of action. That part is music to my ears. By the time we hit Friday, I think we're all going to be bushed. I've been thinking I need to go by Medallion and visit. It has been since before the holidays that I've been there. But I haven't been in any frame of mind to share what's been going on (or not going on, as is the case) in my life, and the market downturn seems to have started affecting them. I pray they make it through. They've been awfully good to me.

She Did It!

I have been holding off on making a very important announcement. It's been killing me, but I wanted to be sure that the remarkable event I witnessed wasn't a one-time occurrence before I broadcast it. And so, without further ado...drum roll, please...

CAITRIN IS WALKING!!!

That's right, folks. We put her through the trauma of the ECI evaluation, and two days later we were at home playing, and she looked over at me sitting on the edge of the couch, got a very determined look in her eye, and proceeded to take a step toward me, unaided. I got down on the floor and held my arms out, cheering her on, and she took four more steps into my arms. The look on her face was priceless, and I scooped her up and twirled her around and jumped up and down and screamed. I was SO proud! Sean was on his way home, but I couldn't wait the extra 15 minutes to tell him, so I called him as he was pulling out of the parking garage.

She didn't do it again right away, and she still crawls the majority of the time, but I have caught her half a dozen times now making short trips between objects on foot instead of crawling. And she'll walk all over the house now holding our hands, and most of the time just holding one hand. She loves it. All those months I agonized, trying to make her do it. Then one day she just made up her mind that it was fun, and there you have it.

The picture above was taken last night. This was the first time she stood up in the middle of the floor, without any support to start with, and took a few steps. You'll see she's proudly carrying her seahorse. Ah, yes, the seahorse. His name is Queaky (honest, that's what she told us) and he goes everywhere with her. Honest to goodness, my daughter is such a trip. It's a really good thing I have her around for comic relief right now.

Otherwise, things are...well.... I'm going Sunday before church to have my Day 3 blood work drawn. And next Thursday, the 12th, I'm scheduled for an HSG, a prospect that both excites and terrifies me. I so desperately want to get this fact-finding mission, this testing phase, behind us and start DOING something. Whatever's wrong, I just want to hurry up and fix it already. And I'm excited, either to learn that they can't find anything, or that they found something but there are plenty of options to treat it. At the same time, I have read numerous personal accounts from women who've had the procedure, and they range from "I didn't feel a thing," to "I bled like a stuck pig," to "it was worse than labor." Worse than my particular labor I strongly doubt, so at least I know I can survive anything less than that. There's also a tiny corner of my brain that houses the worry that they'll find something so severe it can't be fixed, thus putting to death the dream of a quiver full of arrows.

I can't speak for Sean, but I've spoken with him enough to assume he has many of the same fears. He's done his blood work and goes for the really heinous part of his deal, the SA, on Monday. Most of these tests are pretty undignified, but I think his takes the cake. Society loves to belittle men for so many reasons, and women seem to feel the need to go on and on about how our lives are supposedly so much more difficult then men's. But to be honest, I'd rather go through a hundred pelvic exams than one SA. I love him for being my partner in the trenches.

I hate knowing that the cycle that began today is going to be one more where there's no chance of anything happening. We're testing, for one, so there is no treatment protocol yet, and I've all but given up any hope of our babymaking efforts achieving their objective without assistance at this point. The only thread I'm hanging onto now is that maybe, just maybe, next cycle we'll actually be doing something proactive. I ache when I realize how quickly time's going by. Every month of nothing is one more month I'm older, Sean's older, Caitrin's older. One more month farther away from my days of breastfeeding and snuggling a tiny baby all day. I've already forgotten so much. I'm terrified of forgetting more, and of Caitrin being my only chance to experience such a breathtaking phenomenon...pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding, mothering a newborn. You know, there are those for whom no treatment ever works. What says that won't be us?

I Grieve

I ate a bag of miniature Reese’s peanut butter cups today. All by myself. Because I’m done. Done being careful. Done being hopeful. Done denying myself the things that make me, me. Bubble baths. Chocolate. Coffee. Chai tea lattes. Curling up with my heating pad. Taking Advil for headaches. Dancing. I am done, because it’s futile. I’ve sworn off me for seven cycles now, and I’m not pregnant. I’m done with Vitex and flax and evening primrose oil, with swilling Robitussin when I most definitely do not have a cold. I was careful; it was useless. I was an amateur; I got Caitrin.

I don’t even recognize this girl, this me. Six months ago, she was so hopeful. Loving life with her baby girl. Captivated by Sarah Palin. Studying God’s word every day. Today, she is harder. Kicking and screaming to hold onto the few fleeting baby days that remain in Caitrin’s life. Ticked at God beyond belief. Reduced to tears on each of the rare occasions that she ventures out in public, because everyone else in the world is pregnant. Her Facebook friends. All the girls she met while she was pregnant with Caitrin. Every young female patron of Target, Wal-Mart, Chick-fil-A. She cries like she hasn’t done since she was a hormonal teenager. Rages at her husband. Questions her judgment, her reasons for being, her faith.

I have often found that if I look back at my life, particular periods can be brilliantly illustrated by whatever music was my soundtrack at the time. When I was dancing in college, Art of Noise and Janet Jackson featured prominently on my mix CDs. When Uncle Chris died, I could not breathe without John Prine and U2, his favorites. When Sean and I got married, Canon was our wedding march and made it to every CD I burned, along with Bonnie Raitt’s “Not the Only One,” The Beatles’ “I Will,” and “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac. When Mom left Dad, I played Jackson Browne’s “Sky Blue and Black,” Def Leppard’s “Long, Long Way to Go” & Stevie Nicks’ “Miss You” ad nauseam.

The playlist I just burned to CD last week is no less illustrative. “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman. Rufus Wainwright’s heartbreaking “Hallelujah.” Fleetwood Mac’s “Goodbye Baby” (ah yes, rather a propos?). And my anthem, “I Grieve,” by Peter Gabriel. Emotive. Morose, even. Welcome to a day in the life.

I button up, polish, put on the mask. Smile at the couple in McDonald’s with a baby Caitrin’s age and one just born. Read the status updates of the aforementioned pregnant Facebook friends and post encouraging comments. And then I pack away my nursing bras, the last vestiges of the relationship that ended too soon and for naught, and collapse in tears on the floor of my closet. Storm out of the house in a mad fury after yet another argument about where to turn, drive until I’m numb and pound the steering wheel till my knuckles are swollen. I hurt. I ache. My heart is shattered. And I’m done pretending it’s not. That this will be “our month.” That it will “happen when it’s supposed to happen,” as countless “concerned” parties have quipped.
By the by, there is an unwritten etiquette manual reserved for dealing with women who are having difficulty conceiving or have suffered a miscarriage. It includes an extensive chapter on what not to say to said women. Here are several highlights:

• The old standby, “I’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen.” Invalidation 101.
• “Just relax, and it’ll happen.” Who died and made you the expert?
• “You’re trying too hard.” Proven: infertility causes stress. Stress does not cause infertility.
• “At least you’re having fun trying.” If only you knew the truth.
• “I know how you feel.” No, you don’t. Unless you have personally walked this road, you could never presume to know. Nor would you want to.
• “You should be thankful for what you already have.” So, because I want more children, I’m not?!

Should you find yourself in a situation in which you are trying to comfort a woman grieving infertility, think hard about the words you choose and their impact. The lesson we learned from watching Bambi still holds true today. Often, it is better to say nothing at all than to use words as weapons. If Disney’s a little juvenile for you, consider Gandhi. If you can’t be helpful, be harmless.

The Good, The Bad, & The Boring

Ahh, yes, believe it or not, I am still here. Once again more time has elapsed than I intended since our last update. I said it before but it bears repeating...I tend to get quiet when things are challenging and/or not terribly positive. While they're still far from where I'd like them to be, progress is being made on the big issues and that is a relief. So here's the latest in summary:

The Good

• Caitrin doesn't really appear to show a true gross motor delay, and shows no delays of any other sort whatsoever
• Her picky eating of late is merely typical behavior for someone her age
• Her growth is absolutely fine. She's gained 4 ounces and grown 1 3/4 inches since her 15-month well visit
• She's saying all kinds of new things. Sean is now officially "Daddy," and I am occasionally referred to as "Mommy," though I've gotta admit I prefer "Mama" because it's a New England thing
• We've discovered that as long as we're ridiculously over-prepared with books and toys and snacks and crayons, we can now go out to dinner and take Caitrin with us and actually have a really good time
• We left Caitrin with a babysitter other than my girlfriend the RN, and she was an angel. They both had a great time together
• I had a really positive initial appointment with a reproductive endocrinologist, who without hesitation said he's certain he can help us get pregnant
• Cassy the kitty is still doing well, and has graduated to only taking prednisolone on Wednesdays & Saturdays. She continues to be infinitely patient with and forgiving of Caitrin, which makes up for the few times she's pooped on the floor

The Bad

• Caitrin is pretty nap-resistant lately, and it makes getting anything done impossible. She's tired, but she won't nap, so then she's very clingy and grumpy. I continue to put her down at her regular nap times. If she sleeps, great. If not, she stays in her room anyhow and I put her to bed early
• She's starting to throw tantrums when we say no or when she can't have what she wants immediately. We've chosen the method by which we completely ignore these outbursts as a way of dealing with them for now
• Sean and (mostly) I have a lot of testing to go through as part of our prescreening with the RE. Mine is cycle-dependent, and since we started all this in the middle of a cycle I've now got to wait until the beginning of the next one to start my end of the testing. So this feels to me like yet another month down the tubes. I know that this "could be our month" without any intervention, but as the months roll on by that seems increasingly less likely.
• The unspoken code of conduct is "no kids in the waiting room" at the RE. Of course, they are aware that in order for their patients to continue treatment, it will sometimes be necessary for them to bring their children. In general, though, it's frowned upon. So I've got to either impose upon my girlfriend the RN, who is now working nights, to watch Caitrin (and she loves doing it, but is pretty sleep-deprived right now), or upon Sean to take time off work to watch her while I go to appointments. We are not the first to face this and (sadly) will not be the last, and I know we'll work something out. It's just yet another challenge I didn't bargain for
• It's improving by leaps and bounds, but the air around here has been pretty thick at times. After twelve years together we're pretty good at communicating, just not about the "i-word"

The Boring

• I'm working on our taxes. This is the ultimate in boredom for most people, but I actually like it. I suck at math, but taxes have always come easy to me
• We discovered a leak where the water supply connects to the garbage disposal in the kitchen, and nothing we do seems to make it stop. Fortunately it's a small leak, and for now we handle it by putting a folded dish towel underneath to catch it
• I'm once again keeping a daily log of blood pressure readings. This time it's to prove to the RE that my BP is fine at home. I hate doing it but I love having proof that my readings are fine

And that's that. If there's anything else, it's so inconsequential that I can't even think of it so it definitely doesn't deserve space here. Hope all is well with you and yours.

25 Random Things About Me

This has been going around Facebook and I've really been enlightened reading about everyone. Thought I would post it here as well. For those who have read the one on Facebook, this one's slightly different. I thought of other things after I did the first one.

1. The summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school took a turn I'd never have foreseen. I was trying to train to run cross country in the fall, so one day my sister and I decided to ride bikes. We rode down Red Mill Road in Parish, where they had just dug a brand new ditch near the house my brother lives in now. A car was coming, so I tried to get over on the shoulder a little more. Little did I know that the shoulder was gone where they'd dug the ditch. So down I fell, 15 feet into mud and brush-hogged poison ivy. My sister turned white as a sheet. I was able to stand up, but when I tried to pull myself together my collarbone made an awful crunching noise. I remember telling my sister to "go get Mom," then sitting down on the bank. I know I looked like the Swamp Thing, and these two really kind ladies came by to see if I was okay. I told them that I'd fallen off my bike and my sister had gone to get our mom just down the road, but they didn't want to leave me and let me sit in their truck wrapped up in a blanket till Mom got there. She knew she had to take me to the emergency room, but we had to clean me up a little first, so I remember getting in the shower with all my clothes on and Mom helping me peel them off. I was in shock so my memory's a little iffy, but I never will forget being at Crouse and no less than 10 medical students standing around to watch the ER doc set my collarbone WITHOUT having given me pain meds. To wrap this up, I'll just say I haven't been back on a bike since.
2. Caitrin won't eat a thing right now. I guess getting molars really is horrendous. I just spent tons of time and money buying all the things I know she likes best, but she wouldn't eat a bite of anything at dinner tonight. I feel so badly for her, but I confess I get really angry when she refuses food.
3. I was in labor with Caitrin for at least 48 hours, possibly even longer. She wasn't due till October 22, 2007, but just after my birthday, on September 10th, I started having unrelenting back pain. I guess that must've been when she dropped. I went to my 35-week OB appointment on September 19th and told him I'd started to have quite a bit of bloody show. He wasn't overly concerned because there really wasn't anything effective they could do that late in the pregnancy to stop labor if it was in progress, but he didn't think it was. I went back to work, but the back pain began to intensify and be spasmy. My coworkers threw my going-away party/baby shower that day and sent me home early to rest. I fully expected to be back the next day; I was planning to work another week and a half before I left. That night the spasms started to wrap around my belly, but I went to bed, didn't sleep much, but felt better when I got up. Once I started to get ready for work, though, the back pain and crampy feelings intensified even more, and we decided I needed to stay home and rest. REST?! I had a hunch that even if I wasn't in labor yet, this baby was coming far earlier than her due date, and we had NOTHING ready! I spent the day fending off pain while washing 4 loads of baby clothes and putting together the bouncy seat and Pack 'N Play. In the afternoon I ran to Target because we didn't have a lamp for the baby's room yet. As I was bending over to check out lamp parts, I felt a kind of gush. I think my water had already broken, but it certainly did then if not earlier. When I got home I called my girlfriend Nancy, the L&D nurse. She came to check on me and found that I was 3 cm dilated and almost fully effaced. She said we had to get to the hospital; we were having our baby! By the time we got to the hospital I'd been uncomfortable for 36 hours. Since they suspected my water had broken over 24 hours earlier, they started Pitocin. Then things stalled for HOURS. Fast forward to 9:17 the next morning, and I had my little Caitrin after pushing for 3.5 hours!
4. I am totally skeeved by every type of insect, save for ladybugs. When I was working, we had a bug problem in our building and I used to shriek like a banshee and make the lady I worked for kill the offender. I don't know what I'm gonna do when Caitrin needs me to kill a bug. I'll probably need to be resuscitated.
5. I don't miss working, but I miss many of my former coworkers. They were like family to me for almost 7 years.
6. I have to pick up after Caitrin many times a day or it drives me nuts. I put away the same toys over and over and she gets them right back out again, but I can't go too long with my house looking like a cyclone just blew through.
7. I only ever kissed one other boy before I met Sean. When we got together, I wished for a long time that I could take back kissing the other loser.
8. I thought I was in love once, in high school (though I never actually dated the guy), but as soon as I met Sean I realized that what I'd felt before was just infatuation.
9. I used to be nearly fluent in French. It's been over a decade since I've studied it, so I can't really speak it anymore, but I can still read a little and understand even more than that. If I read something and hear it spoken, I can almost certainly ascertain what's being said. Much of the music I like is in French, and save for a song I can't find an adequate translation for, I understand it.
10. When Sean's brother Patrick and his wife Jennifer were getting ready to adopt our nephew A.P. and niece Margaret from Russia, Sean and I attempted to learn Russian. I thought it'd come easy for me since both French and Spanish did. Boy, was I wrong. Russian is crazy-hard, not least of all because looking at the spelling of the words I can't pronounce doesn't help a bit with pronunciation. The Cyrillic alphabet is evil.
11. I'd like to take another stab at learning Russian some day, and I want my children to know their way around several foreign languages. I can see all of us learning together. Language fascinates me.
12. When I was a kid I felt like I was totally in the wrong generation. I felt like I could've fit just fine growing up in the post-Civil War era, or in my grandparents' generation, but I thought I was completely out of place in my own generation. I can't conjure up those feelings now no matter how I try.
13. I finally started to feel like I might fit in this world when I was in college. Even though the goals I wanted to attain seemed really far off, at least I finally knew what I needed to do to become the person I wanted to be.
14. I would never go back to my high school years if you paid me, but I feel badly for writing off so many people just because I thought they were immature or petty. I'm glad to be reconnecting with so many people on Facebook.
15. Sean and I wrote and mostly recorded an album a few years ago. We got about 75% done, and then our lives changed and the life of our "producer" friend changed and no more has been done with it. I don't think we've seen the last of those songs. They'll resurface in some way before our time is up.
16. When I'm thinking, I tilt my head to the right. I was just reminded of this when I realized that my neck is killing me from sitting in this position for so long.
17. I've been cheating myself out of getting adequate rest since Caitrin was born because I need some time to unplug. And then I complain because I'm always tired.
18. I invented my own macaroni and cheese recipe when I was pregnant with Caitrin, and I really don't mean to brag but I've never tasted one better.
19. I want desperately to like my hair curly again. I love that when I wear it straight I only have to wash it every 2-3 days, but I don't want my kids to see me in any way trying to change something God made unique about me, because I don't want them trying to change their unique characteristics either.
20. I was a spelling bee champion in late elementary and middle school. I almost made it to the National Spelling Bee when I was in eighth grade, but I got stumped by the word evanescence because I'd never heard it before.
21. I am very anal about spelling and grammar, and it bugs me to no end when people post things to a public forum without using said forum's spelling and grammar check functions. God is working with me on this.
22. We're having Caitrin evaluated for gross motor delays because she is not walking yet, and I am having a very hard time coming to terms with it. I say that I would love any child God gave me, whether ill or well, brilliant or challenged, but it's much more difficult in practice not to feel some disappointment. I hate even seeing myself write that. I think (and so does her pediatrician) that Caitrin's right on track in every other regard. But what if she weren't? I want her to excel, to at least have the potential to be the best at anything. God has some work to do with my heart here as well.
23. For every word I may not speak, I probably write a hundred. My thought processes are so internal, and it all spills out on overkill when I write.
24. Sean and I have been adamant that we will homeschool our children since the day we got together. I don't see any reason to make them wait until they're 5 to begin a formal education, either. If they're ready and eager to learn, I'll start earlier. I went to public school, but my mom and dad taught me to read before I started kindergarten.
25. I am one of those horrible mothers who defied the standard of not giving peanut butter to children under 3. I think I first tried it with Caitrin when she was about 9 months old. One of the only things I can get her to eat in this ultra-picky phase she's in is whole grain toast with a little peanut butter. She won't eat meat and she needs to get protein from somewhere. And I'm sorry, but we are absolutely NOT bean people.