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Couple Quick Things:

1. I am still angry about the doc yesterday. I thought I’d be over it by now. I clearly gave myself too much credit.

2. No, I have no idea what’s going on with email subscriptions, bloglines, google reader, or my feed in general. I’ve even tried re-burning the feed all together and that hasn’t fixed the problem either. I’m about read to ditch Blogger all together and just use my defunct WordPress Account instead. Blogger seems like more trouble than its worth – especially as related to privacy, since you can’t password protect things (esp. individual entries) – you can only privatize the entire blog and then you’re limited to 100 readers, which is why I opened my blog back up.

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Yes, I’m schizophrenic. Am going invite-only again. If you already had an invite last time around, you still have it, not to worry. If you want one this time around, you’ll have to email me. chezperky at the gmail place

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So here I am. Now under lock and key, sort of. I’m nearly at my 100 reader limit, so I don’t know that I’ll really stick with this lock down for long, but I wanted it for now. Why? Because a friend of mine requested to follow my notaclowncar twitter account. The only place I’ve ever advertised that account is on this blog. So how else could she have found out about that twitter account than by reading this blog? I don’t want her reading this blog, really. There’s not a really good reason I don’t want her reading this blog, but honestly? If she’s reading it, why isn’t she just telling me that she’s reading it? I’m not in a really good place right now, and you know? If she’s reading my blog(s), she knows that, and she’s made no effort to reach out to me in any way. And if she’s not saying anything because she thinks I’d be upset that she’s reading … well, then maybe she should respect my space and not read it.

Anyway. Enough of that.

Here’s the update on me.

Firstly, Wednesday I proved that I am a Real Infertile. I mean, the 5 Clomid Cycles, 6 IUIS, 1 miscarriage, HOMs, 1 failed IVF, and 1 canceled IVF weren’t enough to prove it, right? Nope. But now? Now I’m really part of the Real Infertile club. Because I gave myself a Lupron injection in the car. I had forgotten to take my Lupron in the morning before I left for my appointment, but fortunately, my pharmacy is in the ground floor of the building with Ye Olde Fertility Clinic. So right after my appointment, I refilled my Lupron prescription, sat in my car, drew up the syringe, and stabbed myself with the needle before heading off to work (my office is way closer to my RE than my house is – so it didn’t make sense to go home).

(I will point out that I have previously given myself injections at the Opera, various restaurant bathrooms, at my office, in friends’ houses, and most recently in a Rabbi’s house in the middle of Shabbos dinner – so I’m no stranger to giving myself an injection in odd places. But I hadn’t done the car thing yet. At least not from the driver’s seat.)

So, Wednesday morning I went in for my Lupron Evaluation. This is where things started going wonky in my previous attempt to start IVF#2. At the LE, the RE wants to see the E2 level below 50. Last month, at the LE my E2 level was 98. Double what it should be. I was told to stay on Lupron for a few days and see if it came down. It came down a few points, but not enough, so we kept playing the dance for several appointments, until it became clear that it was time to cancel because I was going to ovulate on my own. Gah.

So this time, I went in for my LE and my E2 was… 89.

Fan. Tastic.

But, SuperDoc wanted to move forward anyway. I have to say, as joyful as I am not to be in an endless loop of canceled cycles? There’s a piece of me that worries that we’re starting this cycle under less than ideal circumstances. Would I have been better off if I’d canceled, gone on the pill for a couple months and started over? I don’t know. But then again, going on the pill for a couple months isn’t really an option for me. One month at a time is one thing, but extended periods of time on BCPs isn’t really an option with my health history. Anyway, my nurse said that after he reviewed everything, he didn’t just resign himself to starting, he wanted to start. He’s the expert, not me. I trust him.

Fortunately, SuperDoc agreed to let me wait until Sunday to come back into the office for monitoring, though normally they would have preferred to see me on Saturday. No doubt next week I’ll have to go in on Wednesday or Thursday, which are the last days of Passover, when I can’t drive, write, use the phone, etc…. but at least I didn’t have to go in on Shabbos.

So, Wednesday night, I started Follistim (166IU) and Luveris (50 units). Now, the thing about the Luveris is that it comes in 75 unit bottles. One vial has the powder, you draw up 1ml of sterile water, add it to the powder and draw that 1ml into the syringe, and voila! you have a 75 unit dose of medicine. In IVF#1, I took 37.5 units of Luveris, so it was easy – I just drew up .5ml and I had my dose. Fifty units is not so easy. I have to draw up .66mls, which I knew courtesy of my pharmacist husband. He rocks. But when I went to do that Wednesday night, I discovered that the syringes I had for the Luveris didn’t have sufficient markings on them to draw up .66 ml. Um, ugh? My husband did his best to draw it up for me. Afterward he asked if I had any insulin syringes because those would have better markings on them to draw up what I needed. The Lupron comes with insulin syringes (plus I have a whole box of insulin syringes leftover from my IUI days when I was using multidose vials of follistim), so I said I’d use those the next day. I hurried up and gave myself the shots and we ran off to our friends’ house for the first Seder.

The next morning, I took my Lupron, but realized later that I was supposed to have dropped the dose to 10 units, but I accidentally stayed at 20 units. Crap. I’ll have to own up to that at some point, won’t I?

Thursday night I drew up the Luveris with insulin syringes, but the Lupron insulin syringes are .5ml syringes, so I had to use 2 syringes to give myself the full dose, plus the Follistim, which was running low on the cartidge, so I had to switch cartridges partway through the dose – for a total of four injections for just two medications. My husband realized that my huge enormous box of insulin syringes upstairs were 1ml syringes, so… problem solved for subsequent evenings. Yeah.

I did remember to drop my Lupron dose the following morning. Good thing. Maybe I’m not such a screwup after all? Bah.

Tomorrow morning (well, I guess it’s really today at this point… golly it’s late!) I go in for more monitoring to see how things are going. I’m not holding my breath.

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going private for a while

Am going to make this a private blog for a while. I’ll explain after I do so. If you want an invite, please email me directly.

chezperky [at] gmail [dot] com

I know it’s a HUGE pain in the neck to deal with checking private blogs. This is why I have an email subscription option on the right sidebar of my blog. Please feel free to use that as an option to receive reminders that I’ve updated my blog. I will be checking the email subscription list to ensure that only people who have permission to read my blog are receiving email updates, so please don’t sign up for email updates without also emailing me for an invite to the blog.

The Management.

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Mission Accomplished

I finally figured out how to get around my inability to import my old blogger blog.  Blogger's export function isn't compatible with Typepad (bah), but it IS compatible with WordPress.  Well, duh, I have a wordpress blog (it's merely a placeholder for this blog, but it DOES exist).  So I imported my blogger blog over there and THEN imported my wordpress blog over here.  I'll have to go through later and get rid of duplicate entries from back when I was crossposting, but meanwhile, I'm glad to have my old archives, and I've made "My Perky Ovaries" a private blog. 


Scratch another thing off the to-do list. 

Surely I had other things to do on the to-do list, but none of them were quite as mindless and the only reason I was awake was that I was waiting for the corned beef to finish cooking for tonight's dinner so that I could go to bed.  Then I went to sleep.  So mindless activity was a good thing.

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Ch-ch-ch- changes!

So? Do you love it? Do you love my new blog layout? The fabulous Ms. Hilary delivered a lovely new blog layout for me and I love it! I love me some polka dots. (Now if only I’d been able to find myself a nice silhouetted picture of a clown car to have used as a graphic… Oh well!)

Another change I’ve made – I added email subscriptions to the blog. It seems that something gets all screwy with bloglines (and maybe also google reader). And I’m not sure why, so I certainly don’t know how to fix it. Anyway, some people have told me that bloglines/google reader won’t pick up my posts for days or weeks at a time and then suddenly 15 or so will all pop up at once! I know that my google reader feed of this blog seems to stay properly updated, so it doesn’t seem to be everyone, but I’m not sure what to do about it. So if you’re having this problem and you DO want to read the blog more regularly – might I suggest you subscribe via email so you are notified when new posts go up? It should not create extra spam (none of my other blogs create extra spam from the email subscription service – I purposely subscribed to my own blogs to make sure of it), and will only send you one email per day that I update (so even if there are multiple posts in a day, it will put them all together in one email).

So there you have it.

I hope that helps?

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Seriously, people!

Will 9:30 tomorrow never come? And why, oh why, did I not make the 6:45 appointment instead? What was I thinking?? (Oh, wait, that’s right, my husband has to be at work at 0630, so I couldn’t go in at 6:45 regardless… it’s HIS fault!) Yes, I totally get that tomorrow’s vampire draw isn’t going to change anything. But at least it’s something to do.


In other news, I need a new blog layout. Seriously. And I’m not creative enough to make one. And I’ve searched for free blogger skins that I could modify and I can’t find any that I love. So I need help.


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New Blogs

I figure it's been long enough that I can go ahead and post here and let any stragglers know – my new blog is http://chezperky.typepad.com/ , so if you're still looking for me, that's where I've been posting for the last six months or so. I do still occasionally get an email asking me where I've gone to, and my statcounter hits for this blog are still pretty high considering how long it's been since I've posted.

The triplets are now 16 months old (as of tomorrow). J-man is now 5 years old. Shocking as it may seem, I'm now trying for a singleton. Crazy, I know. Email me for that URL.

Hope to hear from you!

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Coffee Date

One of the best things about blogging is that I've gotten to meet all sorts of really amazing women, both online and in person.  I have built relationships that I never would have had the opportunity to build otherwise – I have made friends that I never could have hoped to have made otherwise.  I first started making new friends through the infertility blogosphere, and let me tell you – the infertility blogosphere is made up of some of the most incredible, strong, supportive women on the planet.  They are funny, they are intelligent, they are empathetic, they are generous and they are kind.  I never thought I could be more blessed with such a strong sense of community within the blogosphere. 

Then I found myself pregnant with triplets, terrified and alone.  I found Jody's blog first and she helped me wade through some of the first scary weeks and decisions and concerns.  Jessica found me next and she's become one of my closest, dearest friends ever.  Then Cherie emailed me, and gave me lots of good advice and told me about all the other great blogs of lots of other local triplet mamas and we eventually formed a google group to keep up with one another, and have even had a picnic together last summer.  I quickly discovered that the triplet community was every bit as supportive and wonderful as the infertility community.  We reach out to each other and share a common bond and it is a beautiful thing.  I love that when I meet someone with triplets we instantly connect and we can talk as if we've known each other our whole lives. 

Even as I've started writing more about the J-man and his ADHD, I've had people email me and support me in ways I never could have anticipated- locals and non-locals.  Women who have been where I am and who can tell me that there is a light further down in the tunnel.  People who support this parenting journey that I'm on.  People who haven't been there, but who want me to know that they respect what we're going through.  It's astounding the level of support that the blogosphere is bursting with.  I am ever so grateful for my friends inside the computer, and if I don't say so often enough – THANK YOU for everything you do for me, for each other, for everyone each and every day.

I love having the opportunity to meet my friends inside the computer in real life, so when the beautiful and charming Helene emailed me and said she'd be in town this week, I knew I couldn't pass up an opportunity to grab a cup of coffee with this delightful mother to triplets plus a bonus baby!  I picked Helene up at her hotel while her kids were napping and we went over to Starbucks to grab a cup of coffee (she grabbed something that wasn't remotely coffee, but what EVER, give a girl some literary license here, okay?).  We had such a delightful time just chatting away about our kids, babies, time passing, NICU days, blogging…  It would have been the perfect way to spend some time, if we weren't for the conspicuous absence of our triplet mama, blogging partner in crime, Jessica.  Oh sure, Jessica had the world's best excuse, what with her husband being in the hospital with meningitis and all, but come ON!  This was a couple of bloggin' triplet mamas!  It was a pretty piss-poor excuse to miss out on THAT kind of fun, don't you think?  Seriously, next time you don't want to have coffee with us, you might want to come up with something a LITTLE less dramatic, dear.  Anyway, we missed you, but we still had a good time.

Fortunately, Helene remembered to bring her camera (me?  Not so much).  Unfortunately, neither of us remembered to bring our life sized cardboard cut out of Jess to pose in the picture with us, so the picture is just of Helene and myself. Ah well:

Helene and Karen

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One of the reasons that I moved this blog to TypePad  was because some "real life" friends, who I had not explicitly given the URL to my blog (so I’m not referring to you, Julie or Diana, or any of you others that know that I explicitly gave you this URL), had found my  blog over at My Perky Ovaries.  Too many had found it, really.  I had other things push me over the edge, but when I stopped feeling comfortable posting about my feelings about infertility, and knowing that I was getting closer to moving back to Ye Old Fertility Clinic, I knew it was time to pick up and move.

Some of my real life friends knew I was moving in part because I had been "found" and they felt badly about having found me, even though it was obviously through no fault of their own.  I have a public blog, for a reason, and therefore, I can’t expect everyone to stay out, now can I?  Even if I didn’t use my name, my likeness, or my childrens’ names, the fact that I’m an Orthodox Jew with triplets, an older child with a slightly-less-than-normal-legal-situation, etc. makes me pretty distinguishable to the people that know me in real life.  So removing my names and pictures from my blog wouldn’t really help me, and I’m not interested in creating a whole new internet personality for the sake of anonymity, because I try to be ME as much as possible.

When one of my friends found my old blog, I told her specifically that the fact that she and others had found it was precisely the reason I was moving my blog.  She asked with interest what the new name for my new blog would be and I very specifically did not tell her the new name of the blog.  I clearly said that the things that I want the whole world to know, I post elsewhere, in a blog that she already reads. 

I know that people I know in real life will find this blog. I’m not naive.  I also know that the vast majority of them read this blog in silence, and I thank them for pretending to respect my privacy, though I recognize that the only way I will have true privacy is to password protect my blog, which I have my own reasons for not doing.  They’re good reasons, which I don’t need to share at this time, but believe me, they’re good and valid. 

But this friend, who I specifically told I was moving the blog so that real life people would not be reading my thoughts on infertility and the like… this friend apparently went looking for my blog again.  And not only did she go looking for my blog, and not only did she find my blog and read my thoughts, she left footprints.  She commented in my blog.  Twice.

I recognize that I have no right to ask for privacy from the general public.  But when I ask a friend explicitly to respect a boundary, I think that’s another thing all together. Find my blog?  Sure.  Read my blog?  By all means, be a voyeur.  But rub it in my face when I made it clear I didn’t want you here?  That’s just tacky.

And now I feel compromised, even though I realize I have no right to expect privacy in the public world of blogging. 

I will continue blogging, but I do know this:  when I return to Ye Old Fertility Clinic in the fall, I won’t be blogging about it.  Or if I do, I won’t be blogging about the specifics of dates of retrieval, transfer, test results, things like that.  No one will know, from my blog anyway, what exactly is going on.  Because I don’t even have the facade anymore of pretending that my friends won’t know the inner details of my pregnancy test results.

In my community, we don’t tell people we’re expecting until we are beyond the first three months or so, though I’ve been known to let a few people in on the joke.  The first time I was pregnant, I told people in my community that I was pregnant when I got to three months, and a day later, I had a miscarriage.  I’ve sworn I’ll never do that again.   It’s one thing if people are reading and I don’t have it shoved in my face that they’re reading.  It’s quite another if they are reminding me of it.

I never thought I would censor myself on my blog, and I’m sorry to do it.  The reason I moved was so that I would stop censoring myself.  Maybe I’ll get over myself and just write about it anyway, but right now?  Right now I just feel… compromised. 

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