Say what?

I am beyond exhausted right now. And I have so many things I want to blog about, but all my thoughts are swirling around in circles. So, please forgive me BFF's (Blog Friends Forever). See? I guess I'm teetering on delirious now too, since I'm making up weird acronyms. :)

First up, love is needed. For my blog friend BreLynne over at Zero to Baby. She and her husband just learned that their second beta didn't rise :( She's such a sweet girl and I'm so sad for them. So if you have a second, please stop by her blog and show her some love :)

I was up at 4:10 this morning. I had an RE appt at 7:45. I know what your thinking. " It takes you 3 hours to get ready??!!" Well, no not really. But kind of. On RE appt days, I get up really early. Mainly, because I'm really nervous. And also I don't like to rush getting ready on these appt days, so I get up before hubby and get myself presentable. And then once I'm ready, I just relax for a little bit or get on blogger to see if anything exciting has happened in the four hours I have separated myself from it :) It's funny because I've had a bazillion of these appts, so you'd think I wouldn't be so nervous. But I think it's the anxiety of it all. You never know what they are going to tell you. Nurse: "Ohhhh look at that, there's a high school marching band chilling with your ovaries." Seriously, I've come to expect the "ridiculous." :)

I arrive at the RE's office and I immediately feel like a dog who pees on the floor when they get nervous :) Luckily, I did not actually pee on the floor. Now, in my defense, I think my anxiety was a little extra high today because we have been on a break for two months. I hadn't been there in awhile and I needed to dip my feet back in the prayin' for pregnancy pool. Turns out everything looked fine. No cysts! Which I was surprised about. I got one of my least fav nurses today, so that kind of sucked but it was fine. I'm starting on 150 mg of Clomid tonight and will follow with trigger and IUI in the next few weeks. I was just glad I could try something. If this cycle fails, then our plan is to save for our second injectible cycle for March.

I was pleased with the appointment. The nurse also said that my colitis meds were ok to take, so that was good news. Although, as I am learning (and according to the Lialda side effect sheet) it can sometimes worsen symptoms. And I think that's whats happening. I have a GI appt next week and I need to find out if he can switch me to something else or if I should keep going with Lialda...

I went about the rest of my work day and at my lunch break I checked my phone. We can't have our cells in the classroom, so I can only check my phone at certain times during the day. I saw there was a voicemail from the RE's office. Any time I see that I have a voicemail from them, I kind of start freaking the F out. Because normally, they only call to leave a message when you are expecting beta results. And we all know there are only two outcomes. Confused, anxious and thinking the craziest thoughts, I listen to the voicemail. And I have to admit my crazy thought was," Maybe I actually AM pregnant! Maybe this is my miracle moment!" Not so much...

It was the nurse. She said that they were a little concerned because my thyroid levels were elevated and that she needed a pharmacy number to call in a drug for me. Say what? You mean there's something ELSE wrong with me and I have to take MORE meds?! Ugh. They have me on Levothyroxine. And I have to go back next Friday for blood work and ultrasound. I was relieved that I don't have to go in EVERY OTHER DAY like last time while on injectibles. I'll get a little rest from it all. And it will give our wallets a rest. I called back to speak with the nurse and I asked if thyroid issues interfere with ovulation and conception and she said "no." But I want to research that, because for some reason I feel like she's very wrong. She said the reason they were concerned is because thyroid issues cause problems for fetal brain development. Great. Now, my baby might be dumb. :) Nah, I'm just being dramatic. But it was hard to get this news today, because frankly, we don't need anymore bad news. I'll eat pills forever, if that means we will soon have a healthy baby in our arms. Hubby joked that he's going to have to get me one of those giant day-by-day pill reminder box things :) Maybe a bedazzled one or something...

I'm going to close this post with something I'm going to try and do every Friday. And I'm going to call it "Fun Fact Friday." I noticed with all the recent blog awards in the blog-awesome community, people really liked learning fun little facts about each other. So, if you are feelin' it, please pass this "Fun Fact Friday" along :)

3 Fun Facts about me:

1) When I was younger, I was obsessed with the movie Annie. So much so, that my best childhood friend and I sat in front of the tv one day and wrote out the movie, line for line. We were planning on bringing Annie: The Musical to life on my back deck with all the neighborhood kids. That didn't happen. But we did have the whole (hand written) Annie script as a keepsake :) We must have had a lot of time on our hands...

2) I HAVE to drink orange juice every morning. It's like, my thing. I put a lot of effort into making sure we never run out of it. But I'm kind of an OJ snob. It used to always have to be Tropicana No Pulp. But just recently, I've learned that Price Chopper (local grocery store) No Pulp with calcium, is just as good. Any other OJ brands, taste like Windex.

3) When I was in fourth grade, I had a snack milk disaster. It's funny the memories that stay with you. It was back in the day where we each had our own desks, with all of our things inside it. Those were so cool btw. Well, I remember putting a half full carton of chocolate milk in my desk after snack. Why I felt the need to hoard my milk? I'm not sure. But it turned out to be a disaster. So when weeks went by and a really funky smell was filling the classroom and my teacher was frantically trying to find the source, I kept quiet. I was really shy and quiet back then, and I think I was embarrassed to say that I had forgotten about the milk or something. And who wants to raise their hand and say "Why yes teacher, it's the stank milk that's rotting in my desk." It was awful. I was so embarrassed that I cried. I let a milk mole hill grow into a milk mountain. A lesson for life. :)