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This morning was our first ultrasound and I’m thrilled (and relieved) to report that it went well. The doctor was pleased, we saw the baby (well, as much as you can see) and we saw the flickering of a heartbeat. And what was the very first thing I said when I saw all this? “ It’s so cool to finally see something in there and not a big ol’ empty space! ” Maybe not a phrase you'd see in a Hallmark card or embroidered on a pillow but that was the first thought that came to mind. We go back in exactly two weeks from today to hear the heartbeat. Yes folks. I'm in yet another two-week wait! It's like the universe WANTS me to keep writing on this blog and not start a whole new one! :) Last week, I told my niece and nephew that according to the Baby Center, the baby (then at five weeks) was the size of a sesame seed. I told them that that very morning, I had a sesame seed bagel, grabbed one of the seeds, showed it to Sam and said, “ Look! It’s our baby! ” They found this utterly h...

First and foremost, I’m starting a campaign to make Macaroni and Cheese a food group. This is a cause recently taken up by my stomach that seems to want nothing else but macaroni and cheese. To appease my guilt, I’m hoping to get it added to the food pyramid in its very own category. Go with me on this people… So, as of today, I’m 6 weeks pregnant and tomorrow will be my first ultrasound. I had planned on posting a blog entry after the ultrasound tomorrow but then this morning, I received an adorable, thoughtful email from a reader of mine, Linda, asking for an update. Actually, she said she AND her co-workers wanted an update so thank you Linda and co-workers for checking in on me! By the way, maybe it’s just me but I think LINDA AND CO-WORKERS sounds like a modern day office band. Their first hit single could be, “ Photocopy My Love ”. What? Why are you all looking at me like that? Last Friday, my beta was up from 220 to 1894 (which I hear was a very good year) and although it’s bee...

I came home from work to find my husband sitting on my couch looking at me very seriously. “ Jay? ” my husband said. “ Can you sit down for a moment? ” As I was putting down my purse and getting comfortable, I tried to rack my brain figuring out what I had done. “ Honey, you have to stop peeing on so many sticks. ” He said. “ I almost brushed my teeth with one this morning. ” Yes. It was a Pee Stick Intervention. Clearly, I’m still shocked that I’m finally pregnant. On that note, I want to sincerely thank all of you who commented on my “Level Two” post. The comments were so gracious, sweet and in some cases, downright hilarious. I was also touched by how many of you got annoyed with me for not getting to the point sooner. I love that we’ve grown so close that you feel comfortable to be like, “ Way to drag it out lady! ” I found it both adorable and touching. Maybe it’s because that’s how my family talk to each other. My dad just said me the other day, “ Your mother told me a joke so lo...

Whether it's follicles, embryos, your bank account, or your sense of hope, this picture is perfect for Wordless Wednesday... I'll write a proper blog soon but in the meantime, I'm sending each one of you a buttload of love & happiness!

I’ve often likened the journey of trying to conceive when having fertility issues to that of a video game. Every video game has different levels. For example, in one level, you will need to kill a few dragons, jump over a few motes and find a secret key to unlock a door so that you’ll be allowed to enter level two for the next series of obstacles and hopefully, rewards. Ideally, with patience and luck, you’ll get to the highest level and win the game. In the Infertility Video Game (which really needs to be invented), an early level would perhaps entail scoring some ovulation prediction kits, jumping through insurance coverage loop holes, and finding a Reproductive Endocrinologist that will help diagnose your issues. Other levels could be having your husband’s sperm fight off antibodies, slaying hospital bills, finding the money to pay for an in vitro and then, hopefully, getting pregnant. Getting pregnant would then lead to another series of levels, such as getting through the...

This week, I’ve felt a lot like a boxer in the ring trying to fight the good fight. Whenever I’ve gotten hit hard or I feel like I’m losing, I’ve run to the corner hysterically crying (which I’m pretty sure Mohamed Ali never did) and either my husband, my family, my friends, my blog readers, my Twitter or my Facebook folk gives me a pep talk and then sends me back into the ring to kick some ass. Actually, I’ve either been given a pep talk or some cookies or brownies. All of the above have been helpful. Also helping to keep me sane has been the week off, good weather and my deck in the backyard. I’ve never been good at mediating (I always start making a mental to do list instead which defeats the purpose) but for some reason, lying on my lounge chair looking up at the sky has been therapeutic. We live somewhat near an airport, so there are planes that fly over almost every ten minutes. It’s not very loud which is good and there are all different sorts of planes that I’ve enjoyed wat...