Sorry I haven't been updating. I know I said last Tuesday I would. But we have this new Imac and I can't figure out the whole picture thing! My laptop is working now, so I will put new pics up soon.
On to what everyone is wondering about.
Last Monday (7/28/08) Dustin and I went to have our blood drawn for our Chromosome Analysis (Kareotyping). Very simple blood draw, just 1 tube even (about the size of the waste tubes at work). That was it. Now we wait for the results, which I am told can take a while.
This coming Monday I go into the lab for a 3 hour visit to do my Glucose/Insulin Resistance test to see if I run on the higher side (I am pretty optimistic that I don't, but you never know). I will also be having my Estradol and FSH levels drawn that day as it will be cycle day #3. These are both hormone levels to find out if I am ovulating correctly.
I have to admit I was a little nervous a few days ago. I am a 30 day cycle girl, on the dot every month. The only times I have ever been late I have been pregnant. Well it was day 32, then day 33 and still no monthly visitor. I too (along with Amber) have an obsession with the "pee sticks" and used 3 of them on Thursday. All came out negative! I am only happy about this now because I want to get all the test results back before we are pregnant again. So after a few nervous days I started this morning.
No more nerves. Now lets get some results!!
This morning I went to the Farmer's Market in Parkville and then to visit the St. Jude house (that wasn't complete). I was home by 10:00am and we have spent the rest of the day doing "chores". It has been a very productive and nice day at home!
I will leave you with a poem that I "stole" from another blog that I feel is quite fitting.
Please be gentle with me for I am grieving.
The sea I swim in is a lonely one
and the shore seems miles away.
Waves of despair numb my soul
as I struggle through each day.
My heart is heavy with sorrow.
I want to shout and scream
and repeatedly ask "why?"
At times, my grief overwhelms me
and I weep bitterly,
so great is my loss.
Please don't turn away
or tell me to move on with my life.
I must embrace my pain
before I can begin to heal.
Companion me through tears
and site with me in loving silence.
Honor where I am in my journey,
not where you think I should be.
Listen patiently to my story,
I may need to tell it over and over again.
Its how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss.
Nurture me through the weeks and months ahead.
Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.
A small flame still burns within my heart,
and shared memories my trigger
both laughter and tears.
I need your support and understanding.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
I must find my own path.
Please Be Gentle By Jill B. Englar