Wednesday, February 27, 2002

 
ok, so we have now "produced a sample" for the nice people at the lab to analyse.

this could have been funny. it sort of was. first we tried me helping. then me sort of lying there patting him while he helped himself. then we decided it would be better if I just left the room and let him get on with it.

it didn't help that you're not supposed to contaminate the sample with any other substances. or that he had a meeting in 50 minutes and the sample had to be got to the lab within 1/2 an hour.

poor little spermies. wriggling around on their petri dish...

Sunday, February 24, 2002

 
Chris at Geek'em Glory has closed his blog. someone else must have blogged that fact, because all of a sudden I'm getting heaps of traffic from there. Chris once said I was poignant. his last post is a bit that way itself


 
time and the measurement of: when I was about 13 or 14, my Mum and female relatives would occasionally give me a small pocket diary/calendar as a gift. it took me a while to realise - this was supposed to be for recording my cycle.

when a woman goes to a doctor and is pregnant, she's supposed to know when her last period started, so the doctor can calculate the likely due date. and of course there's the convenience of not getting your period unexpectedly.

I don't think there's a male equivalent. when a girl becomes a woman, she is told that now she must start marking off time in months, she must pay attention to the length of those months. time becomes a factor in her life.

another cycle ended for me yesterday. it's day one of a new cycle. will it be like the 270 or so before it? or will this egg be the one that becomes my son or daughter?

Tuesday, February 19, 2002

 
single parent? you are Miguel's hero/ine

Monday, February 18, 2002

 
blood test report: Ludjita (I think) at the test place was really nice. the last one (for the iron test) was horrible - my dr later described her as a "dragon," so I know it wasn't just me.
it almost didn't hurt. it's amazing how much blood comes out of your arm in that second or two.

temperature was WAY up two days ago. then dropped back to 98 today.

Wednesday, February 13, 2002

 
ergh. another ovulatory period over. much sex had, some under duress. absolutely no expectation that anything will result except the inevitable visit to the specialist in three weeks.

Monday, February 04, 2002

 
dumbest search term yet:

Your search: what is the sex of a baby conceived at ovulation

that will be either male or female, I suppose.
I guess they mean if you have sex before (girl more likely) or right on ovulation (gives male sperm better chance of getting there, as they don't live long.)

 
dr report: she's very nice really. she looked at my charts and all the little x's and went hmm, yes, you should have by now.
husband said very little. we now have referrals to get a) a bloodtest for me at day 19 or 20, to check for the progesterone levels that will prove I'm ovulating (I'm quite sure I am) and b) a sperm test for him. we get to bring a little kit home to "produce a sample", then it has to go back asap - within 1/2 an hour. that's a relief, I had really thought he'd have to go into some doctors' anteroom to do it. would not be classy at all.
also have names of two specialists; only need an appointment with one. so we'll make an appointment for after my next period, just in case it's 7th time lucky. I said to husband he didn't need to produce his sample until we were sure I wasn't pregnant this time, and he seemed a bit miffed. but denies having any fetishes to do with medical equipment.

so now all that's between us and IVF specialists is a teaspoon of eggwhite, to be applied as required when I next ovulate - over the next few days, really.

dinner menu tonight: smoked salmon omelette.

Friday, February 01, 2002

 
K, the girl living in the mining camp, mailed me today. she told me how all the expat wives took a bus trip to look at some huge ugly mine site (there ain't a lot to do there), and the bus had to stop every half an hour so she could throw up beside the road.

I hope she doesn't mind that I find that a very funny image.

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