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Welcome, welcome ICLWers! (and welcome as always to my loyal regulars!)…
If you are new to Infertility Rocks, welcome aboard! If you want to know what the heck ICLW is, click the pink icon on my side bar for a link explaining the whole gig. I’m Eve, my body age is 33, and my ovary age might be nearer to 50 according to my doom & gloom RE. But that’s OK, because my mental age is about 15, so I figure it all evens out in the long run.
You can get the longer version of my IF journey here: http://infertilityrocks.wordpress.com/about/, but if you’re lazy like me and just want to be coddled, I’ll give you the quick one sentence run-down. (Deep breath in…) My dh and I TTC for #1 for 3 1/2 years during which I was diagnosed with stage III endo, had a lap, saw an RE, got pegged with PCOS too and finally got preggers and had my son, and two years later decided to submit ourselves to similar IF protocol torture and try for #2, which I’ve been doing for 1 year now and am currently battling an endometrioma and possible POF (…gasp!).
I go to the RE today for a follie count and a cyst check. Cross your fingers, toes and eyes girls…hoping this cycle isn’t canceled! If it is, well I’m not sure who I’m going to sue for having to deal with these clomid hotflashes for naught, but it’s probably going to be someone with lots and lots of money. And when I get my big huge clomid hotflash money settlement, I’m going to move to Iceland, where I saw this awesome ice castle hotel thing on the Discovery Channel that they make every year, and I’m going to take up permanent residence there. And if I get a lot of money, you can come too, if you’re really nice to me that is.
Glad to have you here, first timers! Please come again and join my insane approach to dealing with IF! It mostly has to do with refusing to feel bad when FPs (that’s my name for fertile people) say dumb things to make you feel better about your ‘infliction’ and refusing to apologize for fertility-medication-induced tantrums. I strive to accept no responsibility for my behavior whatsoever. Maybe that’s ‘immature’, but we already covered that in my opening paragraph.
Oh yeah, and I like to take pretend maternity pictures of myself using pillows. I’m sort of odd like that. In my most recent portrait session, I was pleased to discover that I was expecting twin pillows! We haven’t come up with names yet, we’re waiting to find out the sexes first.
Please drop me a comment and let me know something odd and quirky about yourself, too. Unless you’re perfectly normal, then I’ve probably scared you off already, so in that case… nevermind.
