Started this blog while living in Taipei as we tried to leave with a pregnancy that was "made in Taiwan." No such. After 7 years of TTC, we are finally released from crazy-making fence straddling. Early retirement, here we come.
They're in. Doc said it was a smooth transfer. We both felt so relieved we made it this far. Dan was in the room and was glued to the monitor as he held my hand. Felt so much better that he was in there with me. The lab technicians (embryologists?) needed reassuring by Dr. Li that it was okay he watch and when Dr. Li consented again, they nodded with befuddled looks on their faces and with trepidation handed Dan his surgical attire. To us, it just seemed natural that the husband would want to be in there--being an important participant in this whole process... my eggs didn't fertilize themselves. Isn't this just normal M.O. in the states? I found it sad that the husbands here are left in the waiting room.
Here are the lucky three that met me at 10:15 AM. Hoping they're enjoying the entertainment I prepared for them.
I drank too much water and despite the catheter they shoved (uh huh, painful) into my bladder to drain me after the procedure, I still needed the bed pan 3x during our 4 hour lock down. Even though I've read about plenty of women becoming pregnant after going home immediately following a transfer, our doc has his protocol, so I respectfully heeded his instructions to NOT get out of bed. Between my magazines and Dan's laptop, the time flew by. They even had internet connection there so we played my youtube womb soundtrack. It was really lovely, actually.
Bed rest until Tuesday morning = watching too much awful Taiwanese TV programming = intermittent naps. I guess all this progesterone is knocking me on my ass.
Since these are day 6 blasts (doesn't really give us any leg up, it just means they were slow and we had a patient, good lab), our fate's wait is only until the 9th, then we'll confirm the beta again on the 11th.
Meanwhile, we have reservations on Friday, March 6th at Diamond Tony's on the 85th floor of the Taipei 101. The timing was fortuitous as this will be the 20th anniversary of my mother's death and the 18th anniversary of my kitty's birth. So for the last 17 years I've put a hat on Miss Elysian Fields and taken our photo together. I've focused on her birthday, not my mom's death day. (On my mom's grave site the last line reads, "Peace at last in Elysian Fields" so I thought Elysian Fields was a special and apt name to call my kitten.) I don't think Elly will mind skipping the hat shot this year (I KNOW she won't mind), but I will. As we overlook the island of Taipei, halfway around the world from our home, we'll be toasting (me: Shirley Temple) to my loyal skinny little 18 year old girl, to my long-deceased mom, and to our potential baby.
Then we'll return to our apartment and to our temporary roommate, who has been championing us going through this procedure and waxes poetic about the joys of parenthood. And guess what movie he worked on? The Lion King. Circle of Life. Get it? An OCD gal has gotta love those full circles and serendipitous timings.
So all in all we can hope we'll get at least one decent one out of the above seven.
Got a call from Dr. Li this morning to ask us to come in 1/2 hour earlier... that we'll probably do an AH after all. On how many? Dunno. All questions will have answers soon enough. (Ooh, I sounded like a fortune cookie.)
At this point we're all, like, chah-eck... done prepping for that transfer schmansfer thing. What we really prepped for today was... wait for it... THE FOUR HOUR PURGATORY afterward.
Well, actually can't say this was Dan's prep. As a matter of fact, I'm sure he'd want me to specify that he neither condones, nor wants a thing to do with this form of prep.
Drumroll please...
Life & Style Headline: The Octuplets' Mom OBSESSED WITH ANGELINA
People Style Watch Headline: 325 New Spring LOOKS!
Who Headline: MEET THE TWINS! Life is "hectic but marvellous" for the Jolie-Pitts, as Viv and Know make their public debut at 6 months
(I know, I'm hanging my head in shame as I write.)
Oh wait, here's some "redemption":
Lucky Headline: 812 easy ways to look great right now
annnnnd (nope, don't redeem any of this with this last one):
ELLE SPRING FASHION ISSUE Headline: 640+ JEANS, DRESSES, BAGS, JACKETS: HOW TO WEAR THE TOP TEN TRENDS
Ahhhhh, mind candy. I realize I could have, at the very least, bought Vanity Fair. And this shit wasn't cheap here to boot. But I figured: I've been free of this mindless junk for close to a year and I won't be able to focus on a book while waiting and I can read the remainder on the return 15 hour flight home in about 2 weeks.
So there.
A glimpse of our Day-Before-Transfer--photos taken at WuShi Harbor in Yilan:
After finally wrapping up my mega "prepping the womb" post, I'm trying to muster the strength to call the clinic to find out how many of the totcicles made it.
Yesterday, Dr. Li informed us it was looking like only 2 were making it. Though he was only referring to the first 2 vials. Still don't know the outcome on the 3rd. Dan was more crestfallen than I. Despite warning him that many don't make it, he didn't realize it could be that many. And Dr. Li even suggested he might do an assisted hatching on these two around day 3 if their progress seemed too slow to look like they'll make it to blasts. I had been harassing him this whole cycle to do AH, but on the expected day 5 blasts. He has repeatedly insisted AH is not necessary if they make it to day 5s. I was peeved he wouldn't just do it. From all my (granted, online) research, we're candidates across the board for AH no matter what stage the embryos reach. Another conclusion: day 3 transfers just seem to be a way to placate the woman/couple that sufficient efforts were made. If pregnancy is achieved through a day 3 transfer, the embryos would have made it to a day 5. In other words, if they're not looking like they'll make it to day 5, then they probably just won't work at day 3. By transferring on day 3, the lab/RE will look like they did everything they could and the BFN outcome will then be blamed on the woman/lining, etc. That stated, I will still happily go through the expense and expectation of transferring at day 3 if that's this cycle's outcome. I don't think one IFer would walk away even if what I contend is true. I do believe that the time will come when day 3 transfers will be looked back upon as an inadvertently cruel and manipulative hoax on IFers (don't ever forget we infertiles are part of the infertility BUSINESS. Business... Capitalism... Profit).
Along those lines, an interesting exchange to note: After the first IVF attempt didn't work and we were facing this FET cycle, Dr. Li bolstered our hopes by reminded us the totcicles we'd be using came from the same viable batch the first "hearty" ones came from. Cut to yesterday's phone conversation: "Now remember, we used the best of the best in that first round. And in the freezing and thawing process some don't make it and then we're left with ones that aren't as good as those first ones..." Hmmm. I'm thinking that would have been solid forthright information to share as we ramped up to take on this cycle. Luckily I, a.) don't trust doctors as Gods and b.) don't trust doctors as Gods and c.) educate myself as much as possible and d.) understand this whole friggin' process is just a crap shoot and e.) don't trust doctors as Gods.
Hey, I'm thankful we have any to possibly transfer on day whatthefuckingever.
As I've asserted before, we're all toying with witch doctory. Witchdoctorage. Witchidocitude. This ART is still in its relative infancy. There is SO much stupid luck involved. Put it in these terms: it's still in such relatively unchartered territory that they haven't completed the formula yet. They still have yet to discover how to get a woman pregnant, artifically.
They haven't figured out that darned i-m-p-l-a-n-t-a-t-i-o-n part yet. The genetic material may be combined, the lining may be nice and plush, the viable embryos may be floating around, but they haven't figured out how to make the suckers stick. And stick around for the long haul. No, it's not just us IFers who pray their baby stays put. Unfortunately plenty of fertile women must grieve losing their pregnancies to miscarriages. However, IF chip on my shoulder be damned, I'm thinking the expense of money, emotions, and time intertwined in needing, then using assisted reproductive technology, that they damn well owe it to us to get the job done. And they can't. Cannot. Not yet. Ladies, we're ART pioneers.
It's like we're hiring these general contractors who do what looks like a great job but then they leave the roof unfinished in certain parts. And it may rain, or it may not. The job is incomplete and we're at the mercy of the weather.
Since the verdict is still out on the third and final vial, I'm trying to muster this thing called bravery. Or is it courage? What's the difference again? Any? I'm so afraid NONE of them are going to pull through and we'll have to cancel this, our last stab at cycling.
In preparation, I'm going over 2 things in my mind:
1.) Dan and I have talked about talking about adopting.
2.) This whole blog would serve well as our "family album" in presenting ourselves to a certain sector of mothers looking to place their baby for adoption. Of course, that would only apply to one small facet down the adoption path. The other, more widespread avenues would involve me hiding this blog and us sitting primly as we're interviewed (grilled) with my hands demurely clasped in my lap and Dan's arm protectively slung over my shoulders, both dressed in tweeds with a dim bulb swinging overhead.
Have I mentioned Fuck the bullshit injustice of intense layers of investigation and hoop jumping prospective adoptive parents must endure (the "paper pregnancy") just because their bits don't work while the fertiles whose parts do happen to work... Weeell, since their reproductive systems are all guns a' blazin', that MUST mean they'll be bang up parents and lucky them, not only do they end up with a kid, they aren't scrutinized as if they're running for public office.
Have I gone off on that yet?!?!?!
URRRGGGHHH it's beyond frustratating that the prospect of "just adopting" can so easily amount to another failure--adding insult to injury to an infertile couple traveling down their last path to parenthood.
Which is why we've only talked about talking about it. We'll cross that bridge later.
Okay. Here I go. I'm calling now... and... nada. That's right... my doc is only in on MWF. I'll have to call again in the AM. Transfer tomorrow? No idea. Crap.
Started this post on 2/4/09 intending it to be a stab at optimism. A work in progress for the weeks leading up to the FET as I grow plushy lining in which to welcome our thawed embryos. I wanted them to "see" and "hear" the happy world that awaits them WHEN they nestle in and grow healthily to a real live birth.
I have mixed feelings about this approach--anthropomorphizing what amounts to mere technologically advanced dabs of multiple cells of our combined DNA--our totcicles. I am a FIRM believer in civil rights (I know, to some stating this is like saying I love rainbows and long walks on the beach. But the fact that Prop 8 in California didn't pass just shows not everyone has a solid understanding of what it means to believe in civil rights. Don't get me started on the hypocrisy...). Women's rights. Women's right to CHOOSE to have an abortion. The "right to life" vs. "freedom of choice." That term "right to life" was a manipulative term created by the right wingers who, I might add, played a huge role in creating this world-wide recession (yes, off point). The phrase "pro-life" implies we who believe women should have the right to choose what happens to their bodies DON'T BELIEVE IN LIFE... Implies we are, in fact, anti-life. From the top of my lungs, I scream to those herds, FUCK YOU!!! (Yeah, Fuck not cursing. So I only lasted one post.)
If I got knocked up before I was 26, I probably would have had an abortion. Once I hit around 27 I decided I'd go through with an unplanned pregnancy (though of course I was crazy-fastidious about protection [BCP+condoms]) and would either keep it or give it up for adoption. Once I met Dan, within the first 2 months we'd responsibly discussed if we accidentally got knocked up we'd definitely keep it and get married early (having known before our first date we were going to get married [we knew the first night we chatted at that fateful party where our parting gift was a pomegranate {which we ironically incorporated into our wedding "theme."}]) HA... 20/20 irony.
Real pomegranates we grew from a tree we planted in our beloved first nest. These bloomed right after we moved out. The new tenants? She got knocked up and her boyfriend told us how great the house was for fertility as I hugged her in congratulations.
Our fall wedding festooned with ripe, full, bursting with seeds, fertility-representing, pomegranates... still taking contraception b/c we thought we'd wait a bit longer to start a family. Sweet.
Though I personally was never faced with the decision to put my beliefs to the test, we still got tested while we were seeing RE #2. Dan was such a regular at a Starbucks in Encinitas that a Barrista disclosed to him she was pregnant and didn't know what to do. He immediately called me to see if we could offer to sponsor her and adopt. It seemed rash, but serendipitously well-timed. He made the offer. She said she'd think about it. He went back a week later and she told him she had an abortion. We were both really saddened. But we completely respected her choice. That particular path wasn't meant for us to follow.
I've read a lot of infertility blogs, but have yet to read about an IFer's take on abortion. It's such an Oprah topic for us women banging our heads against to wall, trying everything we can possibly try to just get fucking knocked up and deliver a baby, dammit. While simultaneously, there are countless girls out there aborting those precious pregnancies we all so long for.
The red flags have been slapping the wind gusts about reversing Roe v. Wade since abortion became legalized. I fear I've seen some flickers of red flapping in the breeze after Octomom and her doctor's abuse has been so publicized. There will always be abusers on both ends of the spectrum from Octomom to Serial Abortion Slut who uses abortion as a method of birth control. But just as it's our right to pursue ART, it's their right to receive legal abortions.
That addressed, I shall continue to flesh out this exercise in HOPE.
Here was my original text:
My goal: open my heart to HOPE. This is kinda the opposite of "having a consolation prize" lined up (Jetson got adopted, BTW--may be a sign).
Location, location, location. found just the right neighborhood, great schools, perfect weather, clean, safe: √
Renovation. estrogen/progesterone... nice lining will abound: √
Now the fun begins. Designing. Creating the playlist. Prepping this pad for their lifetime foundation. So that ain't gonna involve no fruffy puffy pale pastel crap.
It's free shopping time.
And here is what I arrived at on this, what I believe to be my day before transfer:
"Free" shopping ended up involving me shopping our lives.
The stuff wasn't "free" as in my original concept of flitting about the Internet snatching shots of covetable crap. I thought I'd have fun doing that, but anything that caught my eye was happily very close to what we already own, or have owned. So these are the feathers of the nests we've already created. Multiple nests. We've created four since we started TTC. Our most recent 4th is where our four-legged babies are patiently awaiting the return of our salty lickable faces, but I don't have any of those shots on this laptop...
Anthropomorphizing beginning... NOW.
To our dearest Multi-celled Thawed Embryos,
We have wanted you for SO long that we're doing our best to make sure you have the cushiest, fluffiest, thickest, badasssedest place to hunker down for the next 9 months.
We've provided you with images and sounds to entice you to stay and enjoy your ride. There are many wonderful nouns out there awaiting your arrival in this world. It just won't be the same without you.
We are keeping all appendages crossed in hopes that you like what you see and hear. Please hang on. We'll teach you tons, make you laugh and cry and hopefully make you super glad you decided to join us.
See. We have talented photographer friends who make us look cool in shots (that's just water, BTW).
Apartments we renovated: We walk the fine line in artistic craziness. Your life will never be boring with us.
We have lots of friends who work in many fields. You'll have various and interesting influences. These friends run a restaurant in Taiwan.
I even removed my naval ring in case the metal may bug you in nestling in. Trying to conceive you stimulates superstitions (had that done loooong after I left your grandparents home, BTW).
Your future daddy is so fun. All the kids love him. Even strangers he meets on the subway.
He thinks I'm very monkey-like. He means it as a compliment.
WoXiWang. I Hope. Jewelry designer friend's handwriting.
Future daddy wants to teach you to be a world-class surfer.
Future mommy wants to teach you how to knit.
Our favorite place to harden our arteries in Encinitas. The 101.If you join us, we promise to eat less Eggs Benedict.
Rich Taiwanese boss-lady's sanctuary. Even have some friends in high places. Ooooh, the nepotism possibilities.
Ah Susan. The heart + soul of the VOD. She'll watch you when I need to run a bunch of errands.
Your future daddy is in the kitchen brewing coffee and making one of his wonderful breakfasts. He's a gifted cook.
Our VOD nest. Your future daddy's favorite of them all.
We'll rock you to sleep on a sunny lazy afternoon.
Beacon's beach. We'll watch many gorgeous sunsets with our friends and neighbors. Leucadia is a wonderful community.
There will be lots of other kids for you to play with.
See, if you stick around, that could be where we were sitting with you bouncing on my lap (with a hat + tons of sunscreen, BTW) watching daddy surf. But we're not pictured b/c we're wading in the ocean as the waves lap at our feet, both lost in giggles as I try to spot daddy to point out to you.
Your fur brother, Zeke + sister, Tallulah.OMG, they're the greatest dogs ever. You'll SO fall in love with them, and they, you.
Old, old, Elly. She's been with your future mom for 18 whole years. For an old lady, she's really great with kids. We think you two will love each other too.
The "fertile" room. (Well, at least for someone.) This was where we first started trying to have you. (Yeah, I know. You don't even want to think about THAAHT!)
Gorgeous sunset taken from the porch of our beloved, and much-missed first nest.
Oh how we miss this place. We moved out and our renters now get to enjoy it. We moved next door b/c it was bigger and would be easier to raise a family there.
Elly loved this place too.
Countless great meals were shared here with family and friends while we lived here. And then again when we visited our tenants here. This house is much beloved by many.
We used to imagine hanging out on this patio with YOU.
The view from our backyard at the new house wasn't too shabby though.
We adore a gorgeous sunset. See how many we'd expose you to?
Our itsy bitsy baby girl. She works it like a good spaniel should. We'd love for her to have you to play with. Your future daddy has primed her to be great with kids as he is a total little boy with her.
Our old TV room. We were gonna plop you on that sofa and turn you into an ADD monster by propping your eyes open and cramming lots of Baby Einstein into your brain a la Clockwork Orange (one of your future daddy's favorite movies, BTW). Eeew. Future mommy is Gross. I know. See, nothing hidden here--laying it all out there for you, baby, you are coming from some kooky genes. But this is the sofa we'll be taking you home to. Sofa, meet Long-Awaited Baby, Baby, meet Sofa (one of the many nouns awaiting your arrival).
Oooh, the Yuppie LG front loading Washer + Dryer set. I did a whiney jig in the department store to get Dan to acquiesce to getting these. Purchased in September of '05 with our anniversary around the corner on October 14th, followed by Christmas, then my birthday, I traded receiving any gifts for those occasions to plant these beauts right here... ready to wash your cloth diapees. (Yes, cloth. We're a green family, gosh darned it.) Alas, they're still in that spot with renters getting to enjoy them in all their glory. (I have since read a story online about a 4 year old crawling into and dying via a front loader... so if they were still directly in our lives I would SO keep an eye on you in that old laundry room of ours!)
Our VOD bedroom we'll be taking you home to. If you're a boy, the pink is a COOL kinda pink. Don't worry, you're still a little dude. If you're a girl, OMG, do I have an OCD collection of accessories for YOU.
Our first renovation project. We redid the downstairs mother-in-law room at our first house. Our houseguests were so happy to spend the night in the new getaway vs. the crap collection room it had once been. (Note: You will, in all likelihood, have pack rat tendencies. You will need to fight the good fight. Just remember, editing is a good thing.)
Our 2nd nest. We so miss this place too. The view was a vast expanse of treeeees. Has a very tree house vibe. It was much more Dwellified than our first. The home was built in '59, it kind of demanded it. We'll be bringing you home to our 3rd nest, decorated with a blend of styles from nests #1 + #2 in the renovated Craftsman.
We adored the corner fireplace. Unfortunately my lungs couldn't handle using it too much. We don't think that's something you'll be inheriting. It probably happened because I spent my formative years living in the smoggiest part of LA in the '70s: San Gabriel Valley.
I loved this path to the kitchen (see the theme?) where your future daddy was always cooking up a meal that was way better than anything we eat at restaurants. We'd eat it in the dining room, candles usually lit, pretending we were in a tree house.
We'd love, more than anything, to have you join us eating Dan's awesome cooking, me showing you how to knit, him showing you how to surf, me showing you how to bargain shop, him showing you how to draw, me correcting your spelling, him showing you how use complicated software, me showing you how to decorate, us showing you how to laugh, love, be loved, and grow up to be a conscientious, wonderful human being.
There you have it, our dearest Embryos, you're extremely wanted. Tomorrow as you're transferred to my ready womb and you land in wonderment floating around getting your bearings, please grab on, please hang on, please stay put, and please arrive in good health to fill our feathered + long-awaiting nest. Our TTC soundtrack (made me cry the whole friggin' time I was compiling it). Some tunes + videos to keep you entertained for these upcoming 9 months:
What the URRRRRRRGGGGGGGH (practicing being little less foul-mouthed as I'm approaching reentering the working world)!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What I'm getting at is WHY oh WHY do stupid girls whose brains aren't even fully developed think it's a good idea to create their own little real live play thing to just love 'em forever 'n ever (insert iridescent twinkly happy fun star with bright pink sequined puffy heart) instead of going out and just buying a plastic doll that pees water--like they held just 10 years prior to being a knocked up teenager?!?!??!?!? I mean, beyond hormone-driven horniness, they think it's cute. CUTE. Oh. Wait. I answered my own question: their brains aren't fully developed.
Stupid, ignorant females with parts that work getting laid by males with parts that work minus common sense + intelligence = a new generation of idiots.
*wiping sweaty brow stepping off soap box* Okay. I'm done. I'm displacing a tad as we just found out we owe beyond a crap load on our taxes. And that's minimizing it. So if this cycle doesn't work out, at least I'll still get to keep my figure for my pole dancin' Plan B to help pay it down.*
Alright. Silver lining. Silver lining. Silver lining. Um. Hmmm. Well, my lining. Yeah, my lining is plumping up. This cycle seems to be humming along just fine. Took my last shot of 0.05 Lupron this AM. Taking four 0.625 Premarin/day. 100 mg baby aspirin + PNV. Last night lining was 6.8 and going in for an ultrasound Sunday morning to make sure it's going to be all nice and fluffy. Then I think he said a few days of Progesterone.
And here's the big lowdown scoop on the transfer...
We're throwing all our eggs into one basket.
We faced reality and we don't want the psychic white noise of having those looming extra leftover embryos for some highly unlikely future FET. To approach this cycle as aggressively as possible all 3 vials containing the 13 frozen embryos shall be thawed to blast stage. The best of the best will be picked and we'll go for the max they'll transfer.
Keeping our fingers crossed and thinking that lucky 13th is our winner.
*Wow, kids seem to be kinda disposable here--and mind you, we're in Taiwan (R.O.C.), not to be confused w/ China (so I don't want to hear "No, Duh!").
These are shots I took on Saturday before we found out our BFN results. Yes, there's the metal dome of death-by-playground-romping, but even more crazy, mystifying, and frustrating to see are how very many children and babies are transported here on the family scooter sans helmet (at least in this photo, they're suited up, if not locked down). I realize I'm speaking from a cultural opposite; where in the states, we'd bubble wrap our children daily if we weren't afraid it would cause their death-by-suffocation.
They really do count on that baby cartilage doing its thing a la, "the bouncing baby." (I remember something from my high school physiology class [outside of how the human reproductive system allegedly works. I have to say "allegedly" as I really don't know first hand. I mean, they tell you lots of things in school that weren't true. Like, uh, that classic about getting pregnant the first time you lose it. {My overused covering-the-pain-joke during these TTC years has been, "Oh, if only I were perpetually high on crack and a sophomore in high school, I'd have been Michelle Duggar by now--except replace the crack-smoking with bible-thumping."}])*
I woke up to AF arriving this morning. When I got back to bed (yes, though the Coughing Gods conspired against us, we're sharing our marital bed again!) and filled Dan in, he didn't know how to react to comfort me - he was trying to gauge my reaction first. I told him I was thankful. He breathed a sign of relief. We'd already gone through plenty of grieving about this cycle not working over the weekend. And the next hurdle I needed to be anxious about was when AF would arrive so I could wait another month till I get it again, theeeen after Chinese NY, we can start our FET round - somewhere around Valentine's Day. (Need to read up on how many of our 13 we should thaw for the transfer [doing 3 at most] while leaving enough on ice should we need to have a third [and final] FET. I'm sure our RE has a plan, I just like to arm myself w/ as much info as possible [CF!. {Does Mel have that one on her list?... Control Freak!}].)
Prior to our transfer on this failed cycle, and in case my OHSS was TOO blown out to go through with the transfer, Dr. Li showed us his most recent successful FET after a failed OHSSIVF cycle--she was pg. just 2 months later. I'm glad he showed us, it'll keep my hope rallied.
So thankful I am. Plus, it's not nearly as painful as my last cycle while on Lupron. So instead of waiting to get confirmation of what I knew to be a BFN result from the clinic,** then going off the progesterone, then wondering when and if I'd get my period anytime soon, I've been kindly relieved of that anxiety by getting my visit from The Sassy Ms. AF Thang this morning.
Moving on. Already losing the insane weight-gain (upwards of 15 pounds at my peak) from spiteful IVF #1. I hold no grudge though, IVF #ONE, as you provided us with those 13 potentially viable frozen embryos--and for that, we thank you. Looking forward to taking my pathetic-parading-around-my-apartment-in-my-new-made-in-Taiwan-boots to the great outdoors. (Alright. I'm not that pathetic. I'm trying on Dan's instructions for story tellers: "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." But I just couldn't bear HOW pathetic a picture of myself it depicted. Call me vain, couldn't do it, sorry Sweetie. I am, however, still carrying on with the frizzy, in-much-need-of-product hairdo. Still got that going for me.)
*http://www.duggarfamily.com/ (HOLY JESUS! God giveth [ridiculous fertility] and he taketh away [Where do I begin? Starters: Common sense. Intelligence. Ever heard of global warming Ma and Pa Duggar?])
**Since we got the 1% beta on Saturday, combined with a belly US last night showing my ovaries are almost back down to normal size (yippee!), I was convinced the only pertinent info I'd get from my 2nd blood draw was fin-al-ly finding out my blood type! There's my lemonade for cycle #1. That, and the LUCKY 13.
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