One year ago today I was inseminated.
Dreams do come true!
Keep the hope; Keep the faith!
...and tell PCOS to go suck it!
Tiffany
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Irony is...
- When your 3 month old son has longer eye lashes than you do.
- Actually hoping for AF to show up.
- When your baby soils his crib sheet right after you did a load of his laundry.
- Shopping for a cute nursing bra. (Wait, that's not ironic, that's an oxymoron.)
- Having the larger breasts you've always wanted and killing your husband for even thinking about touching them.
- Bad-mouthing over protective parents then becoming one yourself.
- When "dressing up" for the day actually means wearing yoga pants verses your over-sized sweat pants.
Tiffany
- Actually hoping for AF to show up.
- When your baby soils his crib sheet right after you did a load of his laundry.
- Shopping for a cute nursing bra. (Wait, that's not ironic, that's an oxymoron.)
- Having the larger breasts you've always wanted and killing your husband for even thinking about touching them.
- Bad-mouthing over protective parents then becoming one yourself.
- When "dressing up" for the day actually means wearing yoga pants verses your over-sized sweat pants.
Tiffany
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Thirsty?
The beginnings of my collection...
I've really been hoping that a neighbor will come over asking for a cup of milk and I could reply, "Human or cow?" (Do neighbors even ask for a cup of milk anymore? How retro is that?)
Well anyway 3 months into this breastfeeding thing and so far that's how much I've stored up. I have no idea if that's a good or bad amount but I'm proud of every last drop of that stuff.
Actually I was thinking of the humor (as I always do) in this whole breast milk pumping situation and the far comparison I've made to our male constituents. You and I both know, because we are now experts on this subject, that its really not so much the volume of the male ejaculate that matters as the quality and mobility of it. However, every movie scene or tv sit com view of the subject makes it seem that men truly judge themselves by the amount output, and seem embarrassed when they don't come up with a lot.
Well...in our household we have a great little routine. I get up in the middle of the night to pump. Since milk is good at room temp for at least 6 hours I typically leave it in the bathroom (because that's where I pump) and hubs takes it down to the fridge in the morning when he leaves for work. So....the other morning it hit me that I have actually put some of my self worth into how much I pump. I found myself really proud to leave a bottle of 4-5oz for hubs to take in the morning, and slightly embarrassed to leave a bottle with only 2oz. How hilarious is that. I told hubs the irony in how I guess both men and woman can feel self conscious over the stupidest of things. Now he always gives me a pat on the back for a job well done, no matter the volume!
Anyway, I know I am so lucky that this whole breastfeeding thing has been going so well for me. I am also lucky that I have a munchkin that will sleep through the night. But now I'm in another predicament because some nights I just can't get myself out of bed to pump. It worries me not so much because of how much pain I am in when I wake up after not pumping, but it worries me because I'm afraid I might dry up or something if I let myself go 6-8 hours without emptying. Has anyone ever heard of that happening? If you have any advice on this I would love it.
My new mantra, "It's not the quantity, but the quality that matters."
Tiffany
I've really been hoping that a neighbor will come over asking for a cup of milk and I could reply, "Human or cow?" (Do neighbors even ask for a cup of milk anymore? How retro is that?)
Well anyway 3 months into this breastfeeding thing and so far that's how much I've stored up. I have no idea if that's a good or bad amount but I'm proud of every last drop of that stuff.
Actually I was thinking of the humor (as I always do) in this whole breast milk pumping situation and the far comparison I've made to our male constituents. You and I both know, because we are now experts on this subject, that its really not so much the volume of the male ejaculate that matters as the quality and mobility of it. However, every movie scene or tv sit com view of the subject makes it seem that men truly judge themselves by the amount output, and seem embarrassed when they don't come up with a lot.
Well...in our household we have a great little routine. I get up in the middle of the night to pump. Since milk is good at room temp for at least 6 hours I typically leave it in the bathroom (because that's where I pump) and hubs takes it down to the fridge in the morning when he leaves for work. So....the other morning it hit me that I have actually put some of my self worth into how much I pump. I found myself really proud to leave a bottle of 4-5oz for hubs to take in the morning, and slightly embarrassed to leave a bottle with only 2oz. How hilarious is that. I told hubs the irony in how I guess both men and woman can feel self conscious over the stupidest of things. Now he always gives me a pat on the back for a job well done, no matter the volume!
Anyway, I know I am so lucky that this whole breastfeeding thing has been going so well for me. I am also lucky that I have a munchkin that will sleep through the night. But now I'm in another predicament because some nights I just can't get myself out of bed to pump. It worries me not so much because of how much pain I am in when I wake up after not pumping, but it worries me because I'm afraid I might dry up or something if I let myself go 6-8 hours without emptying. Has anyone ever heard of that happening? If you have any advice on this I would love it.
My new mantra, "It's not the quantity, but the quality that matters."
Tiffany
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Back to my old habits again...
Cup-a-noodles for lunch and beer for dinner.
Oh wait, that was college, not that far back.
I'm talking about my habit of turning to Dr. Google for every question I may have. So my little munchkin is getting ready to turn 3 months old next week and still no period. I mean I'm sure that's completely normal right? Well I turned to Dr. G.
Oh what I hate about everything pregnancy/baby. Pretty much I could write a book/article/web page and become rich by answering any question with, "Every woman is different so listen to your body" or "Every baby is different so follow your baby's lead." Ok genius, I could have come up with that answer.
But in all seriousness most of the articles I read were saying that if you ARE breastfeeding it would take up to 3 months for your body to get a period. If you weren't breastfeeding, it would take around 6 weeks. Umm....ok. So now that I am approaching my 3 month mark am I not getting my period just because of the fact that I am breastfeeding and I could be one of those "every woman is different" or am I not getting my period because PCOS is rearing it's ugly head again.
And so the questions begin............ Don't you just love infertility.
Since this blog began because of my PCOS diagnosis I wanted to keep you all posted on that. So: so far, 3 months, and nadda. I have my annual gyn appointment next month so I will post on the outcome of that and what doc says. I guess I'm just being paranoid but it's like....if I'm going to continue with PCOS and the cysts and the metformin and the pill and provera, I just want to know. I hate this waiting and questioning everything.
But at least it's comforting to know, "Every woman is different." What bullshit. :)
Tiffany
Oh wait, that was college, not that far back.
I'm talking about my habit of turning to Dr. Google for every question I may have. So my little munchkin is getting ready to turn 3 months old next week and still no period. I mean I'm sure that's completely normal right? Well I turned to Dr. G.
Oh what I hate about everything pregnancy/baby. Pretty much I could write a book/article/web page and become rich by answering any question with, "Every woman is different so listen to your body" or "Every baby is different so follow your baby's lead." Ok genius, I could have come up with that answer.
But in all seriousness most of the articles I read were saying that if you ARE breastfeeding it would take up to 3 months for your body to get a period. If you weren't breastfeeding, it would take around 6 weeks. Umm....ok. So now that I am approaching my 3 month mark am I not getting my period just because of the fact that I am breastfeeding and I could be one of those "every woman is different" or am I not getting my period because PCOS is rearing it's ugly head again.
And so the questions begin............ Don't you just love infertility.
Since this blog began because of my PCOS diagnosis I wanted to keep you all posted on that. So: so far, 3 months, and nadda. I have my annual gyn appointment next month so I will post on the outcome of that and what doc says. I guess I'm just being paranoid but it's like....if I'm going to continue with PCOS and the cysts and the metformin and the pill and provera, I just want to know. I hate this waiting and questioning everything.
But at least it's comforting to know, "Every woman is different." What bullshit. :)
Tiffany
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Can't Play That Card Anymore
The "I just had a baby card." As my little blessing is approaching 3 months old next week (can you believe it) I finally had to swallow the fact that it's a little late to keep playing the I just had a baby card when it comes to fitness and getting my body back. I will have to put that card back in the deck until next time..........(Hopefully)
Tiffany
Hubs and I both started to get back on the horse...slightly. I am amazed at how hard even a push up is for me to do now. I used to be able to knock them out in counts of 20 intervals. Oh well, that was then and this is now. Honestly, I don't care if I ever get my tummy as flat as it was, or all the definition back in my arms, or even if I lose my linea negra line on my belly, I'm just so happy being a mom. Cliche I know, but true.
So now that I'm hitting the 3 month mark and I'm done letting myself give excuses on working out. I wonder........... How much longer can I still wear my maternity pants without being frowned upon? I WARN YOU: IF THAT TIME HAS PASSED MANY WEEKS AGO DO NOT ANSWER! lol :-)
Here's my happy little guy!
Tiffany
Friday, January 7, 2011
The Hand Written Note
"Be sure to send us a picture!"
Those were the last words my RE said to me after the most positive feel-good doctor appointment I ever had. It was the 7 week appointment when we confirmed a heart beat. It was amazing. And it was amazing to hear my RE say those words to me, finally, after all those times I had begrudgingly walked by the cork board of baby announcements in disgust. But finally one day soon it would be my turn to send in my announcement.
The week of Christmas I had sent our Bradley announcement slash Christmas card to our RE. Never expecting to hear anything in return you could imagine my surprise a few weeks later when I had an envelope in the mailbox with my RE's return address on it. I quickly opened it up and there it was...
A hand written note.
(I thought those were extinct along with dinosaurs and dial up internet.)
I couldn't believe it. It was so sweet. I couldn't believe how someone as busy and dedicated as her actually had time to sit down and hand write a note. Plus, it wasn't just a generic hand written note saying happy holidays. It was a personalized hand written note that included the sentence, "Thank you for sending me the beautiful picture of Bradley Carl."
It was the first of many:
-It was the first thank you letter I have ever received that was a letter thanking me for sending a letter.
-It was the first time I had ever seen a doctors hand writing on anything but a prescription pad.
-Most importantly, it was the first time I had ever received a letter from the woman who got me pregnant.
Wow, something so retro (a hand written note) coupled with something so modern (the idea that a woman got another woman pregnant) is pretty fucking fantastic if you ask me. (Sorry for that, but no other word would do in this situation.) I love my RE!
Tiffany
Those were the last words my RE said to me after the most positive feel-good doctor appointment I ever had. It was the 7 week appointment when we confirmed a heart beat. It was amazing. And it was amazing to hear my RE say those words to me, finally, after all those times I had begrudgingly walked by the cork board of baby announcements in disgust. But finally one day soon it would be my turn to send in my announcement.
The week of Christmas I had sent our Bradley announcement slash Christmas card to our RE. Never expecting to hear anything in return you could imagine my surprise a few weeks later when I had an envelope in the mailbox with my RE's return address on it. I quickly opened it up and there it was...
A hand written note.
(I thought those were extinct along with dinosaurs and dial up internet.)
I couldn't believe it. It was so sweet. I couldn't believe how someone as busy and dedicated as her actually had time to sit down and hand write a note. Plus, it wasn't just a generic hand written note saying happy holidays. It was a personalized hand written note that included the sentence, "Thank you for sending me the beautiful picture of Bradley Carl."
It was the first of many:
-It was the first thank you letter I have ever received that was a letter thanking me for sending a letter.
-It was the first time I had ever seen a doctors hand writing on anything but a prescription pad.
-Most importantly, it was the first time I had ever received a letter from the woman who got me pregnant.
Wow, something so retro (a hand written note) coupled with something so modern (the idea that a woman got another woman pregnant) is pretty fucking fantastic if you ask me. (Sorry for that, but no other word would do in this situation.) I love my RE!
Tiffany
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Years Thought
I never thought I would find it so sexy to hear my husband say, "Don't worry, I have the paci."
Then he follows it up with the "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound in my son's ear.
My hubs...the man.
Tiffany
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