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Tit is not for tat this time baby.

June 29, 2011 6 comments

Sometimes the wife likes to enforce a double standard in our home. This happens when you date a beautiful, high maintenance femme. And sometimes, I’m fine with it.

On some very rare occasions, I fight the double standard. For example, the other day I told the wife that I was going to run her car through the car wash before I picked her up from her meeting so she’d get picked up in a shiny clean car (which she loves), but it looked like nasty rain was coming so I didn’t. I told her she should give me credit for trying though. She said that I only deserved credit for the execution, not for trying.

A couple of days later, we were driving to her mother’s and she was feeling a little overwhelmed by all the hormones and pushing/prodding she’s been through lately due to our conception process. She said, “I think you should buy me a gift for trying to get pregnant.”

I replied rather smugly, “You don’t get a gift for trying. I’ll get you a gift when you’re pregnant.” Take that tit for tat baby. No double standard this time!

She didn’t even hit me…

Meanwhile, I have been giving the wife her daily self-administered injection (she has to take anti-coagulants every day until week 27 of pregnancy or until we find out she’s not pregnant). She rates me on how well I do it, which isn’t usually well – I’m an engineer, not a doctor, damn it! I did get one 15 out of 10, but I generally average around 7 out of 10.

She would like to give me an injection so I know what it feels like, but as I don’t need an anti-coagulant, she cannot. She quietly fumes because she knows she should be on the injecting side of that needle.

And then it happened – As I have been experiencing severe endometriosis pain, my OB-GYN has prescribed a round of Lupron  for me, which requires monthly injections for 3-6 months starting today. Thankfully, it has to be administered by a physician.

Phew.

 

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The 3-hr dinner.

June 25, 2011 2 comments

Yesterday the wife and I took the day off (technically she took the week off and I just took Friday). We spent the day running errands and on the way home I suggested we pick up a little $20 Hibachi-type charcoal bbq and a couple of steaks and have us a bbq. We figured it would be a nice evening dinner with very little effort or cost because:

  • We had a Home Hardware gift card that would cover most of the bbq cost.
  • We had charcoal briquettes from when were trying to get the smell of cat/dog out of the guest room.

We just needed some lighter fluid and a couple steaks and we’d be having a nice meal on a fine Friday evening.

Well, Home Hardware did not have a little charcoal bbq with lid and the nasty one they did have was $35. So we decided to see what WalMart had since we needed to go there for other things anyway.

Aside: We do not generally support WalMart as the wife has informed me that it is oppressive, but sometimes you just have to get it at WalMart. Our apologies.

Anyway, we picked up a little bbq for $22. Then the wife decided we needed a scraper to clean the grill and a lighter… and an In Touch magazine… $35

We got home about 5:30 and I proceeded to unbox the bbq. It had over 100 parts and three pages of instructions.

The wife started making baby potatoes and skewers of peppers while I assembled the darn thing. It took over an hour (counting the break I had to take to tie the wife into the corset she was trying on for the Pimps ‘n Ho’s party we are attending tonight).

Then I lit the briquettes and waited for them to turn. Well, I overshot the time needed to get the coals going and the bbq was losing heat by the time I put the steaks on. This actually worked out well. They were pretty thick and the wife does not like her meat bloody so having less heat worked in our favour. I’m pretending this mistake was not a mistake but was an actual plan to accommodate the thickness of the meat. Accidental brilliance is still brilliance 🙂

The steaks were perfectly done as were the peppers. Granted, it was now 8:30 and we had already eaten the potatoes and corn an hour earlier.

Some day I swear, we will have a nice meal where all the food is served at the same time. I’m sure we’ll have more time to figure it out when the baby comes.

That’s a big 10-4 baby momma.

June 16, 2011 1 comment

As this conception process may take a while, I’ve been reading some fertility forums to get some first hand information. Most of the forums have posts like this:

I’m TTC and my RE told me and DH that BD at 12hrs and 24hrs after IUI is OK. I rested as much as possible outside that. Hoping for BFP after 2WW.

wtf?

I looked it up:
TTC – trying to conceive
RE – reproductive endocrinologist
DH – dear husband
BD – baby dance (ie: sex)
IUI – intra uterine insemination
OK – ok
BFP – big fat positive (opposite of BFN – big fat negative)
2WW – 2 week wait

This 2WW is a very stressful time for couples hoping to conceive. As the EM (expectant mother) was injected with HcG, any pregnancy test during the 2WW will give a positive result. So you have to wait to POAS (pee on a stick) to get an accurate result.

I’m getting the hang of this. Hopefully we’ll have a BFP before I’m D/B (dead or broke).

The evil twin is the wife’s…

June 15, 2011 2 comments

As many of you know, we have been trying to get the wife pregnant. At first we gave it a go on our own, thinking that if we tried hard enough it wouldn’t matter that we didn’t have sperm. Sheer force of will can sometimes prevail. Of course, that didn’t work, but it didn’t hurt to try – someone has to be the first.

Then we started with the official effort by consulting a fertility clinic. I blogged about some of that about a month or so ago.

Now we are in the home stretch. The wife has been pumped full of prenatal vitamins and ovulation-inducing meds and done all the cycle monitoring required. She has been alcohol-free for over a week. I have started to read “What to Expect When You’re Expecting”. We have told the cats they will be getting a sibling soon and not to worry because we will still have enough love for them.

Today the clinic had a look to determine what day we should make the attempt (which will actually be two consecutive days). The nurse was very excited because they saw two follicles (follicles contain the eggs). The wife was not excited because she’s hoping for a single birth. Carrying twins was not a desired outcome of this process – we only have one name picked out.

Although there is only a ~25% chance of this taking on the first attempt, and it will likely be a single if it takes, there is still a chance it could be twins. And the wife insists there is another sneaky follicle hiding in there so we get triplets (apparently she has sneaky eggs). We asked the doctor if that was possible but he just laughed. When we asked if it was possible that both follicles would take, he laughed and said, “That’s how you get twins!”

Very funny doctor, very funny.

Now I have to go think of another name… just in case… and if we don’t conceive, we will get more cats so the names won’t go to waste.

The boys have a nice toilet with two-level flushing.

June 1, 2011 Leave a comment

I am currently working for the same company I used to work for in Edmonton 12 years ago, only now I am working in their “Toronto” office. I fly to Edmonton a few times a year to hang out in the head office with the other staff.

The Edmonton office is a two-story building with a bunch of offices, a boardroom, shop, electronics lab, kitchen and a couple of bathrooms per gender. The bathrooms are single person bathrooms (yesterday the women’s restroom was in use when I was taking a quick break from a meeting so I used the men’s).

When I first came back to Edmonton in October, I was predominantly using the restroom by the boardroom as that was the one closest to where I was working. Then one day, I used the restroom under the stairs. Upon taking a seat I was immediately taken back to 1998 when I first started working there: the toilet seat is wooden and has a crack in it. When you sit down, the crack first widens a bit, then squeezes together pinching your tender butt. I had totally forgotten about that seat until that moment. But it all came back very quickly to my butt.

Afterwards, I approached the ladies in the reception area and said, “still haven’t fixed that toilet seat?” And they all laughed because every woman in that office has had her butt pinched by that seat. I said I would mail them a new seat for Christmas but never got around to it.

I am in Edmonton this week and had to use that restroom again. I noticed there was a new plastic seat on it. No crack, no pinch. (And no, I’m not going to make a joke about butt cracks…) Now the only problem is that it’s white while the toilet itself is harvest gold.

I am on a mission to find a harvest gold toilet seat. Surely some retro bathroom store will have one.

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