Kind of a crappy Sunday...and it is only 7:40am.
I went to a party last night and the hostess of the party announced she is pregnant. I suspected that she was because I knew she was trying for her second child and when we walked into the kitchen, there was a roll of u/s images of a little gummy bear. She began trying in June and has a due date of March 1st. I was filled with the jealousy and sadness all night.....not a mad jealous. I was in awe of this woman who with both pregnancies got pregnant the first month trying and is comfortable telling people at 8 weeks that she will have a baby next Spring. Hubby decided it was a good night for him to be the DD. So I drank way to much red wine and the car ride home was drunken, teary and pathetic.....
I am irritated at my CBEFM. This is the second month in a row that I have had many, many days of two bars and no peak. I have peed on over 35 sticks in two cycles and have had no indication that I have ovulated. Either I have indeed not ovulated since I began Lupron or this thing is broken. I will give it one more try next month and plan to use OPKs alongside it to see if that detects an LH surge. I am pretty unconvinced at this point that this purchase was worth it.
So I bragged on and on about how spectacular my garden was and I have since learned what will be quickly turning my green thumb...to black. Since the veggies have begun to ripen, this little man is running over, plucking them and devouring the crispy veggies before my eyes. 
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Hungover Sunday
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Ugh. My boss announced her pregnancy at 8 weeks and I was thinking... What a freaking nut-job! I mean, who has the audacity to be so confident that their body will perform perfectyl. It is all about perspective - and clearly - people like you and I see the world through a different set of glasses.
Sorry about the ovulation confusion. Sounds like a real pain in the ars. How about adding temps, POK's and CM? That way, you can really drive yourself nuts:) The month I got pregnant I went hog-wild. I used all three indicators, acupuncture, herbs and preseed... even though I am not sure we needed it. Sometimes it feels good to overdue it - sometimes it is better to hang back.
I hope your hangover is not too severe:)
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I don't get it. Even people who are completely ignorant to all that can go wrong usually wait until 12 weeks-ish to tell people, right? I'm sorry you had such a rough night.
I don't know which is worse: having an easily detestable pregnant friend, or having a sweet one who is hard to be mad at.
Ugg. Drink lots of water. You are probably dehydrated on several counts.
May I join your dog?
Wow... I feel like I have been to the same party myself. Many times! Unfortunately now I just tend to avoid anyone in my life now who even remotely might be getting pregnant. Hell, I think I was even looking at my 90 year-old grandma suspiciously recently. It's not so far off a possibility :)
Hope Sunday gets a little easier for ya as the day goes on!
I think I was at that party on Friday night! I thought my 20s sucked, I never anticipated that my 30s would too. Totally different planes of suckiness, but still.
Sorry you are confused. Hope you feel better.
Oh..I hate those kind of parties!! I had a friend announce by email to the world that she was pregnant with her second child within an hour of POAS!!! Crazy!
Sorry about your bad night. The only single thing about others pregnancies that bugs me is when they announce to the world (not family and friends) that they are pregnant at like 5 weeks. Like someone in my office did. Ugh.
So your doggie is a health-nut who loves veggie? hee
I love your pic - he looks so happy!!
I had a friend who announced her pregnancy to everyone the night of the pee stick. I couldn't believe it. Of course, her son was born in April, healthy and perfect, one month before my first unfulfilled due date. Uggh.
And our dog hasn't eaten any of our peppers, tomatoes or zuchini. She has taken to burying her rawhides in the garden though! My hubby loves that.
I am sorry you had a bad time. I remember how weird and jealous I used to feel when somebody told me about their pregnancy!
I am almost 15w now but so far I guess I have told only five people (my mom, boss, Mil etc).
I think people who did not go through this sh*t like we did - they just take it for granted and why would not they; almost in majority of of the cases it works really smooth.
In 2007, almost 20 people I know had babies and I am the only one who miscarried twice! Now hoping and praying every moment for a third time charm.
I hope things will be better for you soon.
That sucks big time about the party. I think that's why I limit my socializing these days. My limit is "How've you been" they ask fine anything new with you, I confidently confirm "Nope!" and that's the end of that. Not a single word from me...and I don't want to hear anything from anyone either. I can't imagine telling anyone at 8weeks. What the hell is that about? It's stupidity is what it is. Well so much for your garden. At least your dog is super healthy :) I agree with the blogger who suggested temping. Get yourself logged on to fertilityfriend and let them do the compulsive tracking for you. The only way I firmly believe that I ovulate is when my temp rises. Until then the fat lady doesn't even hum in my book.
I'm so sorry you had to endure such a painful party. I got the same question about kids at a party on Saturday night...and I love how it's often capped-off with "Oh!? No kids? Why not?! Your husband would be such a good daddy!" Barf.
What an adorable puppy-veggie-stealer! That's the same reason I haven't even attempted a veggie garden at our place. He's far too cute to stay mad at though, isn't he?
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