- A grand total of $366 was donated to Erica's Parenthood for Me from the ALI community! I love, love, LOVE that we were able to raise more than enough for a Table Sponsorship at PFM's First Annual Family Building Dinner and Silent Auction. Thanks so, so much to all who've helped!
amount of ALI rockitude = 366 x infinity
- Those of you who donated to my fundraiser for PFM were also entered into a drawing for one of two dozen Big Ones. I'll announce the winners when I post Frank's dancing -in-a dress-and-g-string video (see below for more info!).
- I'm about a week late on this, but here is the new SITM button for those of you who'd like to put it on your blog:
- Frank will be getting his dance on tomorrow evening but I won't post it until Saturday evening or Sunday. Why? Because I'm going to attempt to impress you with some mediocre beginner-level movie making. I've been taking this technology initiative class at school once a month this school year in which we learn some advanced technology jazz to integrate into our classrooms. We all look like eager beaver teachers but the reason why most of really joined is because they give us snazzy tech gadgets at each meeting. Thus far we've received digital cameras, Flip video cameras, and last week's toy – the REAL reason why we joined – netbooks. Most of what's been taught I already knew (blogging and PowerPoint animations, anyone?), but the one program we've learned that was completely new territory for me was Adobe Premiere Elements movie-making. We barely scratched the surface of basic skills within the 2 hour session and what better way for me to practice than making a movie out of Frank's dancy-dance?
- Neither of my two students who thought they were pregnant are pregnant. One started her period a couple of weeks ago and was visibly relieved. For the one who had an upcoming first OB appointment because she got a positive peestick, it turned out that she'd used an OPK and not an HPT. She'd nabbed it on the down-low from her mother's bathroom and as you know, OPK's almost always have two lines. It would almost be funny if it wasn't for the fact that she's clearly been putting herself at risk to get pregnant (or worse). Aw, hell – it is funny. That's exactly what she gets, and I hope she's learned a HUGE lesson.
- In the first week of January, my youngest sister Dani moved out to Phoenix with my aunt. Things didn't work out and last week we flew her back home. And now she's living with me. In my house. In the room that Kaelyn's-but-she-hasn't-slept-in-her-own-bed-for-three-months-and-instead-crawls-into-the-bed-with-her-big-sister-Kyra. WOOOHOOO! Free childcare again (we've never had to pay a for a sitter EVER) and a third set of adult hands to clean! Seriously, though – the kids missed their Auntie Dani and I missed my sister.
- Has anyone else been watching Guilana and Bill? What say you?
- PCOS sucks. My body is all out of whack. I haven't had a natural cycle since…ummm…hmmm? Yeah, that long. I'm going on cycle day 80 something. We're not going to start cycling for transfer until May(ish), but yesterday I had my nurse coordinator call in a prescription for BCPs and Metformin. Tonight I'll take yet another shot of PIO to give AF a kick in the arse and in five days when I finally start my period, I'll start BCPs to stay regulated. This weekend I'll start the Metformin. I hate Met and Met hates me, and I'll probably be very, very sick for the next several weeks and beyond.
My body has NEVER adjusted to the stuff. For me, it's a give and take with Met. My cycles get regulated, I lose weight better because my blood sugars stay stable, and I'm generally "healthier" in the avoiding-Diabetes-add-years-to-your-life sense. However, that comes at the price of constant and daily nausea and bouts of diarrhea (sorry). That much, I can live with. However, every three weeks or so I get what I think is indigestion/sour stomach so bad that I feel like an atomic bomb has gone off in my guts but the mushroom cloud of gas just.can't.move so it presses against my insides. It hurts terribly. I have a generally high tolerance for pain and this pain is so bad that I almost think I'd rather have a c-section than experience it. I feel so distended that my skin even hurts and I find myself wishing that I could just stick a pin through my ribs to deflate my guts. What ends up happening is I pop some Tums and writhe on the floor in the bathroom for two hours in the middle of the night (it always seems to happen after I've gone to bed) before I finally manage to puke and poop. There's just no polite way to put it. Once something moves either up or down, then everything else slowly manages to eventually make its way out. I spend the next two hours alternating between being face down in or butt down on the toilet, all the while the pressure and pain continues. Once I've puked/pooped enough, the pressure dissipates enough to allow me to drag my wasted, still nauseous ass back to bed. By then, I've been in the bathroom half-dead for 3-5 hours and once I wake up, I spend the next of the day with a sore torso and unable to ingest anything more than tea. When I'm on the Met, that type of episode happens every 3-4 weeks, without fail. No matter how much I limit my intake of carbs, even going so extreme as to eat little more than meat, cheese, eggs, and lettuce, it happens.
I felt the need to tell you all of that because Metformin scares me. TERRIFIES me. But I've only ever taken Metformin when I'm cycling for transfer so I couldn't take more than Tums for it. I'm going to try to take Metfomin again between now and cycling and take Alka-Seltzer (which I can't take during cycling because it contains asprin) when I feel an episode approaching. I can always tell when it's coming because I burp an awful "rotten egg"-smelling gas and my basic nausea ramps up into OH, MY GAWD MY STOMACH EXPLODED.
So anyway, Metformin and I will start fighting on Saturday. It's like a bout between Mike Tyson and Napoleon Dynamite. Guess which one I am? (Hint: Eating ears is frickin' gross and I can do whatever I want to, GOSH!)
- Tomorrow is Friday. I am happy. 'nuff said. What's been good (or not) with YOU lately?