Burning Questions Part II

Posted on December 7, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving filled with the fellowship of family and friends.  Christmas is coming at us like a freight train and I am just as happy about that as ever.  I am a bonafide Christmas nerd.  While I have scaled back on the decorating over the years (Christmas used to throw up all over my house), I just love the season.

We have moved and we are now settled into our new digs and loving it.  Yes, we loved our old city house, but it was time to move.  Honestly, living in a newer home is a lot more convenient (not to mention that the move cut my husband’s commute in half) and, I’m not gonna lie, we don’t really miss our old house at all.  We can now run the dishwasher, both showers, do the laundry AND flush both toilets at the same time (not that we’d ever just do all of that for the hell of it)!  The old place was beautiful and served us well over the years, but it was time to part ways.  It’s all good.  Can you say garage?

I am making the final tweaks to my big fat action research proposal.  I have close to thirty cited sources and it still needs some changes, but there is light at the end of the tunnel.  I will be so glad when this masters degree is finished.  Seriously.  I am not cut out for academia.  I find not one tiny part of this entire research process to be enjoyable.  It is tedious and time consuming and it is a struggle for me to sit and focus on it.  I hate scientific writing. Where’s the section for creativity in the APA manual?  I will stop whining now.  One of my professors has been known to peruse my blog from time to time and I would not want to hurt her feelings because she loves this stuff.  I am doing my best, Doc, I swear!  I WILL do this (under protest)!

Let’s move on to more burning questions.  Today, I will answer what Britney asked.

How in the world do you summon up the courage to stay positive and upbeat in the face of adversity?

Good question, Britney.  I have had my heart broken a hundred times over.  It’s true.  I’ve had the rug swept from under me in more ways than I choose to blog about.  There are family members who read this blog, so let me put this delicately.  There is something to be said about NOT being born into the Cleavers.

Webster defines resilience as, “an ability to recover from or adjust easily to misfortune or change.”  Now, I don’t know how easy it’s been, but you get better with practice.  Resilience is a skill.  It’s part practice and part personality.  In my own life, it’s also part perspective (how’s that for alliteration?).  I truly believe that happiness is a choice that we must make every single day.  It might be easier for some than it is for others (who are dealing with a chemical imbalance), but truly, we can choose to be happy.  There are going to be times when life really makes us feel wronged, forgotten, and alone.  However, if we can grieve when needed but generally approach life being grateful for what we have instead of focusing on what we don’t have and the wrongs that have been inflicted upon us, we can be happy.

I am grateful for the loving support of my friends and family.  I am grateful for a career that I love.  I am grateful for the food on my plate and the laughter in my heart.  I am grateful for shelter and clean drinking water and safety.  There are many people throughout the world who have none of the above.  Having children does not make one happy. I know plenty of miserable parents.  I am grateful that I can recognize that and be happy about the life the I do have.

 Have you ever considered traditional adoption?

Yes, I have.  I actually started out in the China adoption program before pursuing embryo adoption.  In adoption, there are no guarantees, just like there are no guarantees in any given treatment for infertility.  Traditional adoption is downright scary for someone who has travelled the road that I have.  However, I am open to becoming a mother by any means.  Adoption has never been second best for me and frankly I’d love to enjoy a glass of wine and some sushi while expecting my baby.   I would be thrilled and grateful beyond words to adopt a baby.  I would love and appreciate anyone who was willing to help make that happen and that little baby would have a mama with a heart that was overflowing with love, peace,  and gratitude.


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Burning Questions Answered: Part 1

Posted on October 25, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

Hi Everyone!  Do you remember me?  I am still here.  I miss you!  It’s one of those times in my life where the expression, “When it rains, it pours,” fits perfectly.  I am feeling overwhelmed, anxious, overworked, excited, and the list goes on.  It’s all good, though.  It’s all good.  Sorry to be so cryptic.  I hate cryptic Facebook status updaters.  Let’s just say that life is insane right now.  M’kay?

I am going to try to jump back into blogging by answering some of your questions.  They are all great and I will answer each of them.  Today, I’ll start with Ashley.

How did you meet your husband and where did you honeymoon?

I met my husband a few days after I graduated from college in May 0f 1997.  I was temping as a receptionist for a small business while I waited for my first teaching job to begin.  One of my duties was to deliver the mail to the employees.  It was my favorite part of the day because Michael was cute and flirtatious and the job was otherwise like watching paint dry.  One day, he asked me if I’ve ever been skydiving and proceeded to tell me how he jumped quite a bit when he was in the Army.  He suggested that I could go with him some time locally and I was intrigued.  The rest is history.  For the record, we’ve not gone skydiving yet.  Nice pick-up line, though.  Well done, sir.  We honeymooned at the world-famous luxury destination, Ocean City, Maryland.

I was cracking up when I saw the above photo, because it really looks like the photo below.  Throw in a huge board walk lined with trashy t-shirt shops, places to get pierced,  and people shoving funnel cake, ice cream, pizza and boardwalk fries into their mouths as far as the eye can see, and you’ll get the picture.

Sorry Shutterstock.  I totally get why you needed to watermark this photo.  It’s priceless.

What can I say?  We were broke and in love.  They got it wrong when they made the show Jersey Shore.  When it comes to sea side resorts, OCMD has got any place in Jersey beat.  Bring it, Snookie.  If OCMD is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.  Nonetheless, it has always had a special place in my heart because this is where we vacationed when I was growing up.  We still frequent its beaches from time to time and it never fails to entertain.  Remind me to tell you about the time Michael and I got kicked out of the jacuzzi at the pool bar of the Hilton.  Classy.

Other than your wedding ring, what is your favorite piece of jewelry?


This is so hard for me to answer because I LOVE my jewelry.  It’s one of the ways I have defined my style.  Lest you think I walk around clanging my chains like Mr. T, I should explain.  My engagement ring is absolutely perfect for me.  It’s an antique setting in platinum filigree in which a perfect mine-cut diamond from the 1920′s is set.  It’s unique and vintage and could not better suit me.  Michael knew what he was doing.  Never mind the fact that he proposed to me in front of my entire family on Christmas day.  But, I wasn’t supposed to describe my engagement ring.  I’m not sorry.

I also have this amazing collection of my great-grandmother’s vintage costume jewelry.  My grandmother, also known as Nan, wears the real stuff, exclusively.  Real gold and real diamonds are some of what makes her sparkle, and who can blame her?  Luckily for me, she didn’t want her mother’s costume jewelry and neither did my aunts.  I’ve raided the jewelry box on several occasions and eventually ended up with most of the loot.  I am so glad that I have it, as I never knew her.  She passed away when I was a baby.  But, I wear her jewels all of the time.  It not only gives any boring old outfit a fun vintage flair, but it makes me feel like she’s smiling down on me, happy that I am getting use out of her treasures.  Here’s a picture of me yesterday at work.  Sometimes I like to wear a couple of the brooches together to to bring a cardigan to life.

I have been wanting to do a post on my vintage costume jewelry for a while, so, thanks for the swift kick in the keister, Ashley.  The jewelry really deserves a post of it’s own.

It’s your last day on death row… what meal do you ask for?

See my Death Row Meal blog post.  Honestly, I don’t know if I could pick just one.  I love food.  Can I get a Death Row buffet?  Let’s start with plenty of wine and bread from Tribeca and a nice cheese plate with some antipasta.  We’ll need an assortment of my favorite homemade pastas with a variety of cream, garlic and butter and tomato sauces.  For dessert?  Maybe some tiramasu and a nice french press.  I’m sorry, what were we talking about?

What is your dream vacation?

This is tough, too.  I would love to go to a cooking school in the south of France and spend my days cooking, eating, drinking wine and taking my big ass to the beach.  I’d also love to visit somewhere remote and exotic (I’m not sure where exactly) where I could scuba dive in water that is crystal clear and deep blue.   I’d sleep in a hammock and explore the waterfalls and laze on the beach.  The locals would serve me the day’s catch and delicious rum drinks.  I would make friends with them and they would never want me to leave.  If I disappear some day, you’ll have an idea of where I might be.  You will know that I’ve made it in life when I live on the ocean.

Thanks for the great questions, Ashley!

Stay tuned for Part II.

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Burning Questions

Posted on October 5, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

I have always enjoyed when bloggers do posts answering readers’ questions.  It allows for that little extra peak into the window of their lives, that is typically filtered, however she choses.  I think this is why I enjoy reality t.v. and blogs. I like getting to know someone and feeling like a voyeur.  I would never be an inappropriate voyeur, just so we’re clear.  This sister is no Peeping Tanya.  Where was I?  Oh yes, questions.

I am in a bit of a writing slump and I think it would be a lot of fun to answer some of your questions.  What do you want to know about?  My favorite kitchen tool?  My tips, tricks and tools for photography?  My underwear drawer (this is not that interesting, I swear, I REALLY need to go shopping)?   Ask away.

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Everything I know, I learned from Toys

Posted on September 23, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

Mel, from Stirrup Queens, wrote this fantastic post and I loved the idea so much, I am using it here.  Feel free to play along in the comments section or on your blog.

Dear Hungry Hungry Hippos,

I learned that not everyone always wants to play.  I also learned that while imitation may be the most sincere form of flattery, it might not always be the best.  When I peeled off all of your little eye stickers and stuck them to my face, I thought Aunt Tracie would be happy.  When she came in the house and yelled, “What did you do that for?!”  I smiled and told her, “I wanted to look like you!”  She was a teenager and, for some reason, she didn’t appreciate my admiration at that particular moment.

I learned that sometimes people take things the wrong way, and that no amount of explaining will make it right.  I just had to accept defeat on that one.

Lacie  xoxo

 

Dear Weebles,

Thank you for showing me that being short and round isn’t necessarily a bad thing.  You can be really cute and fun even when you are short and round.  You and I, we’re kindred spirits.  We might wobble but we won’t fall down.

Forever in our bonds,

Lacie xoxo

 

Dear Barbie,

I learned that the only things that were really interesting about you is that you had a tiny waist and really big boobs and that your knees bent.  I’m not sure why, but you and Ken always seemed to end up naked and humping.  Humping was a favorite pastime of yours and maybe that’s why you and Ken have stood the test of time.

Keep humping, Barbie.  It seems to be your fountain of youth.

Lacie xoxo

 

Dear Cornelia Carol,

You were my first Cabbage Patch Kid.  I wanted you for so long, right smack in the middle of the Cabbage Patch Kids Crisis of the eighties.  I thought that I’d never get to have you as my very own.  Grown-ups were beating each other down at Kmarts across the country over Cabbage Patch Kids. What chance did I have?  It seemed impossible.  I dreamed about you.  I prayed that maybe you would arrive on my birthday, but I didn’t really believe that it could actually happen.

After all of my neighborhood party guests trickled out, Nan and Pop showed up.  Pop tossed a garbage bag in the middle of the back yard and told me that it was the best he could do for a present.  I ran to the bag and opened it up and it was you!  I couldn’t believe it!  A baby born in the cabbage patch meant just for me!  You had blonde curly hair and blue eyes.  You wore adorable red gingham overalls and cute white baby shoes and you were sucking on a binkey!  I will never forget how you smelled.  I got a whiff of baby powder every time I held you.  You had perfect fabric fingers and toes and the cutest little belly button.   Your butt was signed by Xavier Roberts.  You came with an adoption certificate with your name printed on it.  When I signed that certificate, then it was official.  You were mine to love.

You were perfect for me and you were worth the wait.

Lacie xoxo

 

Dear Slinky,

You suck.  You’ve been disappointing and frustrating kids with your kinked up bullshit for years. You go down the steps perfectly for like, a second.   Then,  you don’t.

Sometimes there are disappointments in life.   Life isn’t fair and slinky is an asshole.

Lacie xoxo (just because I needed the lesson)

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Grateful

Posted on September 22, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

The past week has been a whirlwind.  You. Have. No. Idea.

Let’s just say, I feel blessed beyond belief.  Let’s just say that my cup runneth over with love and support.  Above is a picture of some cards I have received.  I have also received countless comments, e-mails, phone calls, Facebook and text messages.  Love and support on Instagram?  I’ve got that too.

I am not 100% certain what the future holds.  I know that I am loved.  I know that I am a good person who deserves good things.  I know that if there is something, anything that people who love me can do to support me through this, they will do it.  I know that there is a baby for me and that this baby WILL, make it’s way into my arms.  I just know it.

For now, I need to take a step back from planning for my next transfer.  I have lot’s of things going on in my life, all good, but they are making me very, very busy.  Toss in Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years, and my head starts spinning.  For now, know that I am in  a good place and that I am moving towards having my baby in my arms, every single day.

I will keep keep blogging, but my posts might have a different focus for the time being.  I hope you understand.  I just wanted to let you know that I am here and I am doing just fine.

Thank each and every one of you so very much.  I was actually starting to worry that my blog was becoming a drag with all of the disappointment.  I was thinking, “If they have to click on one more sad or disappointing post, they are going to have to stop following for their own mental health!”

I am so grateful that you continue to stick with me.  In so many ways, I am a lucky girl.

 

 

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Disappointment

Posted on September 14, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

“There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love. “

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Here I am.  Again, I’m in the position of accepting the “I’m sorrys” of family and friends.  Here I am again, disappointed.  I am disappointed that life is so complicated.  I am disappointed that yet again, the pain, the time, the money, the hope, the excitement, the anticipation was all for nothing.  Again.

This was our fifth FET cycle.  Shit.  It’s so hard to have your heart broken again, again, again, again AND again.  We have nine adopted embryos in the freezer.  This is the good news.  They each might have the potential at life.  I say might because only 20-50% of all embryos have the potential to become babies.  At the beginning of this process, I was so full of hope.  I was so excited that I was finally going to get to love the baby that I had been dreaming about for years.  Now, I feel like I am digging in and doing what I have to do.  I am gritting my teeth and putting one foot in front of the other.  Don’t misunderstand, I am so blessed to be able to try again.  But, honestly, how do I go about getting excited yet again, when it feels like I am setting myself up to get knocked back down?  I am but a pin at The World Series of Bowling. (Go ahead, click on that link. You know you want to.)

Prior to the adoption process, Dr. D had to do a thorough exam on me and have me submit to testing so that he could sign off to the agency that I have no contraindication to pregnancy.  In other words, there is absolutely nothing going on in my body that is causing these failed transfers or the miscarriage.  All along, he has held firm to the belief that this has just been really bad luck of the draw and there is every reason to believe that we will be successful.

Really. Bad. Luck.

God, will you please throw me a bone?  My heart could really use it.

Thanks.

I don’t have a crystal ball, but I am seeing a martini in the near future.

“You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try.”

-Beverly Sills

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Why I haven’t peed.

Posted on September 12, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

Of course, I have urinated between the last blog post and now.  I am referring to “peeing on a stick” or POAS, otherwise known as taking a home pregnancy test (hpt).

After or transfer for our first FET cycle, Dr. D told me, “It’s safe to take a home test and have an accurate result on the Sunday before the beta.”  So, after my whole transfer fan club and I went to lunch and I went home to begin the 2ww, I also started obsessing over being able to take that test and counting down the time until that Sunday, when I would learn if the babies had continue to grow, or not.  I was terrified, anxious and excited.  I was a complete nervous wreck as Sunday approached.  I remember visiting some friends and sitting on their deck that Saturday in early June, and talking about how I was going to do the test in the morning and that I was just ready to be “put out of my misery” at that point.  I just wanted to know, either way, because I felt like I was going insane.

I couldn’t sleep.  When I had to pee at 3:00 am, I figured that it was time to take the test.  It was technically Sunday, and I couldn’t sleep anyway, so I might as well know my fate.  I took the test, put it behind me, on the back of the toilet, and stayed seated so I couldn’t see it.  I set my cell phone timer and then waited out the longest three minutes of my life until I allowed myself to peek.  I was devastated to see the bright control line and the perfectly blank test area.  Another BIG FAT NEGATIVE.  Everything we had gone through, the injections, the entire adoption process, all of the support we had gotten from our friends and family, was for NOTHING.  I was devastated.  I tried to rationalize it, as it was only the first time we had ever done an ART cycle.  Lots of people strike out the first time.  It’ll work the next time for sure!  We have more embryos waiting in the freezer!  But, in truth, I was gutted.  I remember going to yoga class with Michael.  At the end of the class, during the guided meditation part, while others were slowly opening their eyes and gathering up their mats, I was trying not to be noticed.  A waterfall of tears was escaping my eyes and I could not stop it.  Women who had no idea who I was were trying to offer comfort and, the more they did, the more I wanted to disappear off of the face of the earth.  Michael whispered to me to grab my shoes and go outside and wait for him, and he gathered my things so I could have some alone time.  I walked to the elevator silently crying and went outside where I could finally sob uncontrollably and get good and pissed off.

The rest of the day, as well as the following days, went much the same way.  Grief, anger, and sadness were my new normal.  I was so very disappointed.  There was nothing anyone could say or do to take away those emotions.  I had to feel them, and come to my own acceptance in my own time.

Does that sound like how anyone would choose to spend their Sunday?   Toss in the fact that I was in grad school this past Friday evening until 9:00 pm after working all day,  and then again, ALL DAY on Saturday.  I didn’t want to risk spending the only day that I had at home with my husband being sad and disappointed.  Some people might think that they could never hold out.  Others start with the hpts right after transfer so that they’ll have an answer as soon as possible.  For me, this journey has mostly been the opposite of rainbows and butterflies, so I am choosing to protect my heart for now.  One might argue that I could have good news by now.  This is true, there is every possibility that I could see that coveted double line on a pregnancy test.  (If I were pressed for symptoms, sure I could rattle some off, but what I am feeling and seeing could be a baby growing or could be those two huge ass injections and the three pills worth of hormones that I take every single day).  Nonetheless, I think I will just wait until Wednesday to know where we go from here.  Either way, Wednesday isn’t that far away.  Unless you are in the final days of the two week wait…

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The Need for Proactiv and Tears

Posted on September 7, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

 

This is a  real image of me taken by the paparazzi as I was leaving school yesterday.

The good news is that I work with a bunch of adolescents, so I fit right in.  The bad news is that the image above is spot on.  Pun intended.

I have one week down of the two week wait and things are a little rough.  It seems that many women who go through any sort of ART (assisted reproductive technology) procedure have a breakdown at some point during the two week wait. I hit the wall yesterday.  My breaking point was ugly.  It started out at the mirror as I was getting ready for work (see above).  Then, my mind wondered to the impending date of September 25th.  I was reminded that I should now be at the point where the twins could have arrived at any time.  It made me sad.  It made me so sad that it colored the rest of my day.  I am a good actress, so the kids at school didn’t know any different, but as soon as got into my car at the end of the day, I lost it.  I went to the gym in hopes of being able to shake it off by some light exercise.  It’s a good thing I chose to work out in the spin room where it is dark and other people in the gym didn’t notice me.  I cried, and cried, and cried, the entire time I was working out.  I kid you not.  I kept on going and used my hand towel for snot and tears.  Crying though a workout was a first for me, and I’ve been through Army basic training, so that’s saying a lot.

The sadness comes from a few places.  Obviously, the loss of the twins was at the forefront of my emotions.  But, I also feel like I am running an emotional marathon.  Five FET cycles in a little over a year is a hell of a lot for anyone to endure.  While I am so very grateful to be able to try again, it’s not easy, and that’s the truth.  My sadness also comes from really not knowing how things are going to turn out and the end of the day.  It’s sickening.  I am scared.  I wish I had a crystal ball that could show me that everything is going to be okay because honestly, sometimes I don’t know where this journey will take me.  I wasn’t supposed to be still in this process.  It’s a hard pill to swallow.

I wish that being a good person and having the potential to be a great mom was good enough.  I wish that wanting this so badly it hurts was good enough.  I wish that proving my love for children by being a good teacher and aunt was good enough.  I wish that being faithful in prayer and having a supportive network was good enough.  If all of these things could have made me a mom, I would have been one a long time ago.  I am not complaining, God forbid, but I wish that all of my time, energy, prayers tears and patience were good enough to make me a mom.

I wish.

My apologies to Britney Spears.

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Addressing The Pretending Like Your Pregnant Mess on Facebook

Posted on September 4, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

In case you felt left out because you didn’t get the original invite, here it is:

“Ok pretty ladies, it’s that time of year again, in support of breast cancer awareness!! So we all remember last years game of writing your bra color as your status?…..or the way we like to have our handbag handy? Remember last year so many people took part that it made national news and, the constant updating of status reminded everyone why we’re doing this and helped raise awareness!! Do NOT tell any males what the status’ mean, keep them guessing!! And please copy and paste (in a message )this to all your female friends to see if we can make a bigger fuss this year than last year!!! I did my part… now YOUR turn ! Go on ladies…and let’s have all the males guessing! .. It’s time to confuse the men again (not that its really that hard to do :) ) Everyone knows it makes their brains work wonders on what we’re talkin about!! The idea is to choose the month you were born and the day you were born. Pass this on to the girls only and lets see how far it reaches around. The last one about the bra went round allover the world. So you’ll write… I’m (your birth month) weeks and I’m craving (your birth date)!!! as your status. Example: Feb 14th= I’m 2 weeks and craving Chocolate mints!!

January-1week
Febuary-2weeks
March-3weeks
April-4weeks
May-6weeks
June-8weeks
July-10weeks
August-12weeks
September-13weeks
October-14weeks
November-16weeks
December-18weeks

Days of the month:
1-Skittles
2-Starburst
3-Kit-Kat
4-M&M’s
5-Galaxy
6-Crunchie
7-Dairy Milk
8-Lollipop
9-Peanut Butter Cups
10-Meat Balls
11-Twizzlers
12-Bubble Gum
13-Hershey’s Kisses
14-Chocolate Mints
15-Twix
16-Resse’s Fastbreak
17-Fudge
18-Cherry Jello
19-Milkyway
20-Pickels
21-Creme Eggs
22-Skittles
23-Gummy Bears
24-Gummy Worms
25-Strawberry Pop Tarts
26-Starburst
27-Mini Eggs
28-Kit-Kat Chunkie
29-Double Chocolate Chip Chrunchy Cookies
30-Smarties
31- Salad”

In other words, had I decided to play along, my status would have been, “12 weeks and craving gummy worms.”  However, the fact that I should be 37 weeks with my twins and craving the ability to finally meet my babies, makes this decidedly NOT cute.  I am not going to go into a lengthy post about how this can be alienating and hurtful because Mel, from The Stirrup Queens, already did an outstanding job of it.

What I did in response to this so called campaign was post the link to Mel’s post in my status.  I generally feel like it’s better to educate than to stew and lash out.  I also believe that those who participated were truly unaware that it could be hurtful.  I have a friend who struggles with secondary infertility and actually participated in this mess.  Then, the congratulations started pouring in from friends who knew that she and her husband had been trying.  Imagine how upset she was when she realized what she had done and had to explain to her friends that she really wasn’t pregnant.  I share this story because I don’t believe that anyone was intentionally causing any harm.

I also followed up with my own campaign.  Please join me in helping others feel supported.  Paste the following to your Facebook status:

“I am starting a new FB campaign and you don’t need an invite to be a part of it. If you know of someone who would be a wonderful mom, but is struggling to bring her baby into her arms, stop and say a prayer for her. Then, repost this in your status. Don’t forget to private message your friend(s) to let her you know you care. In the comments, let us know how many friends you are thinking of (no names, please), to remind others that they are not alone.”

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Envies and Macaroni Salad

Posted on September 4, 2011 by Ms. Pollywog

Well, here I am, four days post transfer and there’s nothing to report.  I won’t analyze possible signs and symptoms, because, frankly, it’s just agonizing and doesn’t really mean anything at this point.  According to Langone Medical Center at NYU, today, “The blastocyst continues to hatch out of its shell and begins to attach itself to the uterus.”  So that’s what’s happening.  Nope, you can’t feel this happening, it’s just business as usual on the outside.  This is why it is called the two week WAIT.  The waiting is agonizing and there’s no way to know what is really happening in there.

Speaking of the embryos, I accidentally referred to them as “envies” instead of “embies” in a facebook message to some friends.  My friend Liz said that she liked “envies” because I am going to be the envy of all the other moms when they see my babies.  How cute.

On another note entirely, I just tried a brand new macaroni salad recipe.  It’s delicious.  It is not the yellow, soupy stuff that seems to be so popular in this neck of the woods.  It is creamy, not soupy, white, not yellow, tangy not sugary, and has a little zip.  It’s perfect.  If yellow macaroni salad disgusts you, try this one on for size. We no longer have to pretend like the other kind isn’t gross.  I doubled it for a get-together and still had enough to keep aside for tonight’s dinner.  Here’s the recipe.Thanks to everyone who commented on my last post about complaining.  It was so interesting to get everyone’s take on things.  You may have noticed, that I’ve been trying to respond to some of the comments.  I think it gives us a nice dialog.  For the record, I do complain, just like everyone else does.  It’s just not a habit for me.   I am pretty sure I was just complaining about yellow macaroni salad.

On that note, have a fantastic labor day.  Grow envies, GROW!

*Photo credited to Simple Comfort Food

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