I didn't marry your uterus and other quotes

Here are some funny or cute things DH has said...


This was CD2 and it also was the day after taking naltrexone for first time in a week and a half.

DH:  You're in a good mood today.  You're maybe a little loopy even.
Me:  I took my naltrexone last night.  Oh, it also could be that my blog readers are praying for me extra.  I wrote on my blog yesterday that I was sad.
DH:  You should tell them to calm down their prayers.

While planning for a weekend trip involving a drive of several hours...

DH:  Don't forget to pack your naltrexone.  If you forget, I will send you home to get it.  By yourself.

Me:  I'm sorry I can't give you a child.
DH:  I did not marry your uterus.  I married you.

Talking about DH's sister-in-law who recently had a baby...

DH:  I wouldn't be surprised if she's pregnant again soon.  She's younger than you.  You know, these are her most fertile years.
Me: (pouts and hangs head in sadness)
DH:  That's okay.  Your fertile years are coming.
Me:  (raised eyebrows)
DH:  It's okay.  I'm going to be an old dad.  Abraham was an old dad.

DH is going to the grocery store...

DH:  Do want anything?  And don't say babies because I can't buy you babies.

After picking up an expensive antibiotic...

DH:  $100?!?  That's gold-coated medicine.
Me:  Really.  So there's gold on there?
DH:  No.  It's probably platinum.

Relief. It's done.

I could just make this a super short post and say we managed to do the SFA collection, which went horribly, and are waiting for the results, but that is not my style.  :)

First a little recap...  Before my surgery Dr. C wanted to do a SFA.  After finding out that the only lab in town that does SFA requires an appointment and those appointments are offered two days a week, we knew it would have to wait until after surgery.  We finally got around to scheduling it for this cycle.  (read: DH stopped protesting and said I could schedule it. He was trying to put it off as long as possible.)  When I called for the appointment I was informed they only offer morning appointments one day each week.  Well, that pretty much limited our choice to one day this cycle because I wanted to do it during the infertile post-peak phase.  (gotta save all the sperm pre-peak for our primary goal here...hahaha)  The receptionist asked where the SF sample would be collected--at home or at the clinic.  I was surprised at the question because I assumed we were in a tiny minority wanting to collect the sample at home through a normal act of intercourse.  I am guessing we still are in the minority...

Anyway we couldn't get an appointment first thing in the morning to our disappointment.  DH was considering going into work early and then meeting me at home for the collection. Then he decided to just stay home before the appointment because he thought he'd be more relaxed that way.  I agreed.

He told me the last few days that it was a lot of pressure for him.  I knew this was not going to be easy.

I should have asked all you veteran SFA ladies ahead of time about how to make the necessary hole in the collection device.  I thought when I had spoken to the lady at the PPVI Institute when ordering the kit ($20 plus shipping FYI) that she had said to use a pin.  So I grabbed my smallest stick pin from my sewing box and did my best to disinfect it (with alcohol).  That was the best we could come up with.  Is that what everyone else does?

The rest, well, I don't think I should describe here but it did not go well.  I really, really hope we never have to do this again.  If we do, we will do it while traveling this summer, and I will find a lab that allows you to drop off the sample during business hours without an appointment.

The one (and only) funny part was when we arrived at the lab. After signing some forms at the counter, DH held the container out in front of him to give to the receptionist.  She was seated such that he was holding it directly in front of her face.  She said to keep it in his pocket until he saw the nurse.  I had to suppress a laugh.  :)

The "appointment" turned out to be signing a spouse release form and telling the nurse he wasn't taking any meds.  He was out in five minutes.   All this "appointment" trouble for that?  Ah, well.  It is over now.  What a relief.  Now we just wait for the results.

10 things about DH and me

The how-we-met-and-got-engaged edition

1. It was love at first sight...sort of. Before we had our first conversation, we were sitting across the room from each other. I would look over at him and when his eyes met mine, I would look away, blushing. He was doing the same thing.

2. Our parish was placing an order for Theology of the Body CDs. I was organizing it. He ordered one just so he had an excuse to talk to me.

3. After some gentle nudging from a friend, I invited him to a dance sponsored by a group I was in because he told me he loved dancing and hadn't been to one in a while. It was NOT supposed to be a date...even though the attire was semi-formal, and you had to be invited by a member in order to attend. I told him to expect to dance with lots of different people—that's how the event was designed. In retrospect, it totally turned out to be a date, and we sort of bent the rules and didn't dance with (or talk to) other people.

4. He invited me for coffee (our "real" first date) the following week. I was 20 minutes late. He thought I was standing him up and was just about ready to leave.  :(

5. We went ring shopping after dating for 2.5 months. When you know, you know.  :)  He wrote down which ring I liked. I left the store slightly in shock.

6. Shortly after that, I kind of freaked out. I told him I wasn't thinking clearly when we went ring shopping and that we needed to go again so I could pick a different ring. I no longer liked the one I picked out. I was very insistent. I was prepared to tell him to return the ring if he had already bought it.  hahaha  :)

7. We went ring shopping again at 3.5 months. I picked out a ring that was a completely different style. I felt much better about the whole thing. He sent me out of the store so he could "talk" with the salesperson for a few minutes. After a half hour in the nearest department store, I began to wonder what was taking so long. I sat down in the mall's lounge chairs with a direct line of sight to the jewelry store. He was still there! When he finally came out, he looked really embarrassed. I didn't dare ask if he had bought the ring right then!!

8. A few weeks later he came over to my apartment after work. He left his work bag by the door and headed toward the bathroom. As the door was closing he said I could look in his bag if I wanted. I peeked in and saw a box from the jewelry store. Not what I was expecting to see!! I didn't think this was his way of proposing... When he came out, I said that he shouldn't tell me to look in his bag unless he was planning on proposing. He was confused. He thought I would want to just SEE the ring. He had no plan to propose that day.

9. He proposed six months after we started dating. It was probably closer to 5.5 months, but who's counting? ;) I knew exactly when and where he was going to pop the question. He is adorable, but he is not Mr. Subtle. ;) Two or so weeks ahead of time, he had asked if we could go for a walk (on a specific date) to a certain park nearby. That was an odd request. We never planned walks--we just went on them. He had no idea I had figured it out. :) I was really busy and running on little sleep the days before the planned walk, but I made an effort to look cute that day. I even painted my nails the night before knowing there would be pictures taken of my hand! (I rarely painted my nails.) Just in case he didn't believe me that I knew he was proposing that day, I wrote a journal entry about a half hour before he arrived and planned to show it to him later as proof. :) And I secretly slipped the camera into one pocket and my cell phone into the other pocket as we were leaving for the walk--neither of which I would have otherwise brought along. It was a beautiful fall day, so I stopped to take a picture of the foliage as we entered the park. When I lowered the camera from my eyes, he was down on one knee.  :)

10. After taking some pictures of ourselves (including the one below), we started calling family to share the good news. We reached no one! We tried calling a few friends. Still no one! We were dying to share our news but there was no one to share it with.   :(  Four hours later we finally reached someone (my mom).

Bonus #11: I couldn't bear to tell him that I knew he was going to propose on that date until about a month into the engagement. He was so disappointed when I told him. He thought he had me totally surprised. I felt horrible.  :(

DH, Jane Austen, and antibiotics

One of the consolations I have appreciated with IF is the fact that I'm not going through it alone—it affects us a couple not just me as an individual.  Granted I am taking it a lot harder than DH, he is hurting too, even though he is reluctant to show it most of the time or doesn't know how to express it.  I've heard the saying that with IF, the woman grieves, and the man watches her grieve (or he grieves because she is grieving).  This is definitely true for us to an extent.  Even though he doesn't show his sadness or disappointment often, he has been trying to support me in any way he can.  DH has been incredibly sweet recently.  He sees that I have been having a hard time as of late (e.g. crying more), which is kind of hard to miss.  ;)  So yesterday when we had planned to watch a nice Christmas-related movie, he surprised me by putting "Pride and Prejudice" (the six-hour BBC version!!) in the DVD player.  Let's be honest.  This movie is not his cup of tea.  ;)  He has watched it with me twice (not in one sitting, of course) in the past.  I assumed that whenever I would watch from then on would be by myself or with my girlfriends...and he knew I was fine with that.  So for him to choose it without me asking for it and volunteer to watch it with me meant he only did it to comfort me and make me happy.  He is such a sweetheart.  (He has also been known to tell the husbands of my Jane Austen-movie-loving friends that it's their "duty" to watch the entire thing once with their wife...he takes the whole "laying down your life" or sacrificing for your wife seriously...)  I'm not going to complain if that's how he interprets Ephesians 5. hahaha  ;)

On a totally unrelated note...

I finished the second antibiotic (cephalexin) this cycle.  I started it on CD1, and it didn't clear up any TEBB; on the contrary, I had TEBB to CD12.  However, I wonder if its effects on TEBB would only be seen in subsequent cycles and not this one because whatever "remnants" of the uterine infection can't just disappear instantaneously upon starting an antibiotic...right?  The remnants would have to be expelled with my period this cycle in the hopes that they are gone in the next cycle or two.  That is complete speculation on my part but it makes sense to me, so I wasn't expecting TEBB to disappear already this cycle.  Feel free to correct me...  Of course, this is all assuming that the infection is the cause of the TEBB...

I had zero adverse effects with the cephalexin, which is fabulous.  I did take a probiotic and will continue until the bottle is gone, so that may have helped.  I need all the good bacteria I can get to replenish the ones killed by the antibiotic.  :)  One thing I am SUPER excited about is a positive side effect of the drug—my face and back have never looked better!!!!  I totally did not know that cephalexin is also used to treat acne!!  Woohoo!!  I hope this lasts.  I love clear skin!!  (I have battled acne since high school, and it's been worse in my 20s than it was in my teens...)

Since the antibiotic was supposed to clear up the Group B strep, I will be having my second round of hematology labs this Friday.  I don't know what labs Dr. D ordered, but he said I have to be (mostly) fasting when my blood is drawn—only juice, toast, and jelly are acceptable that morning.  Since I'm intolerant to gluten, there will be no toast...  (I'm not a huge fan of the gluten-free varieties.)  And he said "no relations" the night before.  That was his phrase, not mine.  "Relations" seems a little old fashioned to me, but I thought it was a cute way to say it and very respectful.  :)  (Dr. D appears to be close to retirement, so maybe it's a generational thing...?)   I guess I'm just used to more straightforward terms.  I use "intercourse" when talking with CrMS clients.  To each his own, I suppose.