Archive for July, 2011

The cat who cried wolf.

July 18, 2011 Leave a comment

Last week, the wife and I were watching tv and we heard a big bang upstairs. Knowing one of the cats had likely fallen off/fallen in/ knocked something over, we went up to find out what happened.

Nothing was out of place but we were missing a cat: Zeke.

<Aside: The wife recently discovered that “Zeke” is the short form for Ezekial” so now she calls him “Ezekial” but pronounces it “Easy Kill”. I love it!>

Anyway, we looked everywhere for the darned cat and couldn’t find him. We figured he must have locked himself in a closet or drawer somewhere. He wasn’t meowing but every once in a while we heard a pawing at a wall.

After about 10 minutes, the wife found him in the guest room closet. That closet is deeper than most closets and due to the current purging/staging going on in the house, it contains a couple stacks of file boxes, the wife’s bridesmaid dress and the massage table. The massage table is wide and in front of the boxes so there is a space behind it that is about 2 feet square. The dress is hanging down into that space but due to the two layers of crinoline and all the gathers (think puffy bride dress), it is literally squished in there to fill the entire space.

Turns out, Zekey jumped down into that space. When we go to pull him out, we realize he’s not only in the space, he’s in the dress. We grab the hanger and pull the dress out and Zeke comes with it.

Now we’ve got a pile of bridesmaid dress on the floor and the bulge of a 15lb cat in there. He’s not purring, meowing or moving. The wife starts to worry – maybe he got a thread or strap tangled around his little cat neck…

We try to get the cat out of the dress. We can’t find him. Is he under the crinoline? In the liner? We feel the lump but can’t feel fur anywhere.

Finally we grab scissors and cut him out of the dress.

When he’s free, he is none the worse for wear. In fact, I think he thought it was fun. (He likes to be balled up in sheets and will, in fact, jump onto any sheet we are folding so he gets folded up with the sheet.)

Sadly, the bridesmaid dress didn’t make it. One less thing to move, I guess. Maybe I should get the cat stuck in other things I don’t want to move…


Hope springs eternal

July 1, 2011 Leave a comment

When we started this baby-making process, we knew that although there were no fertility issues, there was less than a 20% chance the insemination would take on the first attempt. We had hope that it would be successful, but were trying not to be too hopeful – after all – 80% chance it wouldn’t work. It’s all about managing expectations.

On the day before insemination, the clinic was very excited about the wife’s two follicles. We were very hopeful that this was a good sign. We later learned that for artificially induced ovulation, that is not very many. Other people on the forums had six or seven! (But most of them also ended up with multiple births.)

On the first day of the insemination, her follicles had grown a bit and everything was happening according to schedule and the nurse was smiling and injecting and we had hope.

On the second day of insemination, we learned she hadn’t ovulated yet. We lost some hope. The clinic said not to worry as the sperm will last 24-48 hrs and sometimes even up to 72 hrs! They said she will likely ovulate the next day and everything will be fine! We later learned, that frozen/thawed sperm only last 24 hrs. Raw sperm, however, can last for 5 days! (Liquoring up the wife and sending her to a frat house is sounding better all the time…)

On the Monday, the wife felt like she ovulated. That was three days after the second insemination. We lost hope. The wife then read that the HcG shot forces ovulation within 48hrs. No exceptions. We gained hope.

On the following Monday, I learned that Dollarama sells HPTs (home pregnancy tests) for $1.25 and that they are as effective as $10 pharmacy tests. So I bought her 15 to play with. The first one was negative, which we expected. So was the second and the third and the fourth and the fifth… but on the fifth one, there was a bit of a line that then disappeared. That was hopeful, but not too hopeful. And it was early anyway. HPTs don’t generally work until after when you would normally have had your period anyway. But it’s fun. So hopeful.

On Wednesday, her period started… sort of. She was spotting. We lost hope. But then we learned about implantation bleeding. Hope!

By this (Friday) morning, she was having her full blown period. We resigned ourselves to the fact she wasn’t pregnant and we’d have to do this again in July. But she still didn’t drink any alcohol or take medication for her menstruation cramps. Just in case. Mini hope.

Today was also the day we had to go to the clinic for the blood test to see if she’s pregnant or not. We figured it was just a legality for the clinic’s satisfaction before they start her on another round of hormones for the second attempt.  We had lost hope. When we spoke to the nurse, she said that there was still hope and to wait until we got the results from the blood test. The wife was in full blown menstruation and the clinic still had hope that she was pregnant!!!!! We had no hope but we humoured them.

They called later in the day to tell us the test was negative. We felt bad for them. They really thought she may be pregnant.