Rainbow’s Point

hcg levels are down to the 70s today, so the pregnancy has failed. part of the game for us, but sue is relieved. i am disappointed but by no means crushed.

there’s always tertia.

hcg is ~250, according to what she heard from the nurse. so far, so good, but as any infertile knows, there’s a long, long road from here.

is this good? well, it’s not bad. unexpected perhaps, but not bad. we weren’t wasting anything like cecily did, but considering that she has only one tube, and it’s filled with scar tissue (and nothing happened for the 18 years after the surgeries that did it, also never wasting it with her previous husband or boyfriends before me) … what was going to happen?

nothing, right?

yes, tertia. a million. actually, this would make a million and one. you’re next.

i can only offer my humblest apologies to all two infertiles left reading this blog now. the picture below was produced using no artificial colorings, flavorants, or pio injections. we even skipped the trigger shot. just good old fashioned umph.

please welcome julie, author of “tales from the stirrups,” to my link list. thanks, cecily.

banana aka hannah has arrived over at julia’s. but this is just to spread the word: go read all the good news direct from grandma’s hand.

shelba has asked those of us with blogs to please pass on the link to the shower.

we’re all nervously hitting refresh on julia’s and shelba’s site waiting for word on julia and her daughter hannah.

for those who haven’t been following her story, julia went into the hospital today for a c-section. she has increta, a condition where the placenta has inappropriately invaded the uterus and possibly the surrounding tissue as well. a c-section followed by a hysterectomy seemed likely; otherwise, she’d bleed out, obviously a not-nice outcome.

she was scheduled for surgery at noon-thirty central time (gmt-6 for those of you from elsewhere); as i write this it’s seventeen-fifteen and no news is no news.

no matter what the outcome, please pray/think good/whatever for julia, hannah, and hub/dad and the rest of the family. even if they manage to save julia’s uterus and everything turns out “happy,” any family with a new arrival needs all the help they can get.

love to sanorah. added her link. thanks, cecily.

i’ve talked before about stupid people. and about how much i fucking hate them. once upon a time i wrote an argumentative essay for an english comp class advocating euthenasia of stupid people.

so dealing with such an idiot first thing in my morning is not exactly what i like. since i believe that god didn’t mean for humans to get up before the crack of noon, i’m loathe to make my mornings any harder than i strictly need to. (if god had meant for us to see the sunrise, it’d be later in the day.)

anyway, i made the mistake of showing this stupid person julie’s shower boxes. i was treated to a 20 minute rant about why those of us kind enough to send julie something are stupid; about how you don’t give shower gifts to people who aren’t your friends; about how you don’t accept shower gifts if you’re not expecting to give your own gifts when the time comes. she likened the whole idea to simply posting a “send me shit” list on the net, a certain “gimmie gimmie gimmie.”

so i did not tell her that i sent my own gift, to both julie and tertia. i didn’t want to have to listen to her rant.

i’ll point out that this particular stupid person neither has children of her own, nor will she ever; and she also never struggled with infertility like me and my wife and julie and julia and tertia and cecily and all the rest. so in a way her attitude doesn’t surprise me.

but it still strikes me as asinine that she’d pass judgement on the blogging community’s willingness to shell a few bucks for someone who’s blog we heartily enjoy. what i sent didn’t cost a lot, but it meant a lot to me to be part of the show. even as i’m only peripherally a part of the community, the being a part of, when i’ve been apart from for so long, is important to me.

and it’s something the stupid bitch will never understand.