Bend and Not Break


The past few weeks have been very difficult, and that’s saying a lot given what we’ve been through this year (and the past two years). We’ve been trying to find a renter for our condo since we just bought a new one. The thought of carrying two mortgages is a terrifying prospect and it’s been making J and I miserable. We have been stressed out about the money, that maybe we made a bad decision in doing this, all manner of negative thoughts. We initially thought “oh, this’ll be easy, we live in a desirable area, vacancy rates are at an all time low, and our place is beautiful.” Well yes, all of those things are true but trying to rent this time of year is statistically the worst. Maybe we were just being impatient but we started to panic a little. We dropped the rent once…and then again. It’s been pure torture. But this past weekend we finally found someone, they seem like an awesome couple. Although we are getting a bit less rent than we hoped, they only wanted a 6 month lease and then month to month after that so it gives us the opportunity to re-rent our place in the peak time of summer, or fall when university goes back (we live a few blocks from our city’s uni). I was so ecstatic after we signed the lease and got cheques from her. One less thing to worry about just before we leave for Las Vegas.

Last week we were still interviewing prospective tenants, ordering flooring for our new place, trying to find a painter that could start ASAP plus J and I have both been rather busy with work. We have so much going on and with the stress of this rental, and our FET cycle not cooperating, some days I’ve felt as though I am at my wit’s end, and can’t take anymore. But I always wonder, what would that actually look like? Would I cry, scream, go catatonic? I could do any one of those things, momentarily, but then I would pull myself together and go about my regular business. It would be a release but not a total mental breakdown. Some days I just don’t want to get out of bed, but I do, because I have obligations. No matter how sad, frustrated, depressed I have been I don’t completely fall apart*.

It’s a bit scary to wonder what it would take to truly hit that breaking point, and what that would look like. I truly hope I never find out, but what I have found is the depth of my strength is deeper than I could have imagined.

I’ve had to draw on that strength as we found out yesterday that our cycle is officially cancelled. My lining had thinned very minimally since my ultrasound last week, my cyst had doubled in size to 25mm, and my estrogen levels were way too high. Ultimately I wasn’t responding properly to my suprefact, and not being down reg-ed sufficiently. I stopped all meds yesterday, and am to call the clinic upon the start of my next CD1. They will be monitoring me more closely, and possibly changing up my protocol to make sure the same doesn’t happen again. They will check me on CD3 to see that the cyst has resolved itself (if not, it will have to be surgically removed, and that’s a whole other ball of wax), make sure my lining is thinned and I also have to redo my SHG as it will be more than 6 months from my last one.

There is a plan moving forward, which is all good and well except for a few small items. Based on my tentative upcoming cycle dates I would be looking at a transfer right around Christmas (if everything goes smoothly). This is not a total disaster as the clinic has skeleton staff for just such circumstances. The bigger issue is we are supposed to be in the mountains with J’s family for Christmas (about 4 hrs drive from where we live). If we had to cancel, we would have to tell them why. Which would mean we would also have to tell my mom as we would then be attending Christmas with my family instead. I know this doesn’t seem like the be-all and end-all, but I don’t want to tell them, and if we were to tell them I would want it to be on my terms, not because we have to break plans. But obviously if it comes down to it, I will do what I have to.

The bigger problem comes if my cycles are long, as they have been recently. This could then potentially push our transfer into the beginning of January. We leave for Hawaii on Jan. 1 and don’t come back until Jan. 13, effectively ruining any transfer cycle that falls in that time. As was the case of our Vegas trip, I could try and shift the Hawaii trip around to fit the FET schedule, but again we will not give up even more to infertility, besides time I suppose. So there is a possibility that we may not be able to start the transfer process until after we are back, putting a tentative transfer in late February or early March. I didn’t think I would see my next birthday (in Feb.) before even having attempted a transfer. It would mark 1 year since our last failed IUI. We’re so close, yet so far at this point.

I’m disappointed and sad, but for some reason I don’t feel as devastated as I thought I would and I don’t really know why. It’s pretty awful, and upsetting but I just haven’t really reacted all that much. I guess I am taking the unexpected hits from infertility better now… I am sort of just waiting for the other shoe to drop and have a breakdown or something, like I did when I thought my IVF cycle was cancelled. I guess because I know it’s not a failure, it’s just a delay. A really shitty delay, but it’s not costing me any embryos. Knowing that I have them gives me some semblance of peace I think. Maybe I’m just more malleable now, less rigid and expecting things to go just as planned. I have to be able to bend and not break.

*I know this is not always the case for everyone, especially those who suffer with depression due to chemical imbalances, not situational depression which I experience.

I’ve Got 99 Problems, and My Womb Is One.


So far this week has been a lot of ups and downs, I am feeling rather emotionally unstable. My patience has been pushed to its limit with infertility lately, and it’s making me pretty cranky in other aspects of life. Let me rewind the week for you.

Sunday we had dinner at my in-law’s house, my brother and sister-in-law came to town, with my two nieces as well. It was nice to see everyone, but again any time spent with my nieces is bitter-sweet. They are a timeline of my failure, and a reminder of what I don’t have and it breaks my heart that I view them this way. Monday, we had Thanksgiving dinner with my family, and it was a fun, full house. My cousin and his wife were there with their twin boys, and of course they were a big focus. When grace was said before dinner we were thankful for the miracle and gift of those two boys, and hope for more (directed more so at my cousin than anyone else, as it was her Uncle on the other side of the family that said it). I hate the feelings towards my family that infertility has created. It is so unfair that I cannot enjoy them purely, without pain.

Tuesday morning I had my baseline monitoring appointment for my frozen embryo transfer (FET). Normally they don’t do any monitoring until you’ve been on estrogen for about 2 weeks, just before they are about to switch you over to progesterone to prep for the transfer. But because my protocol was slightly modified due to the fact that I would have been away for the transfer they wanted me to come in just to make sure everything was looking good. Frankly I don’t know why they wouldn’t do this for everyone; if there is a problem, do they really want to get all the way to 5 days before transfer before finding out?

So, it had been about 2 and 1/2 months since I’d been to the clinic and I’ll admit the break was nice. Not that I wasn’t still under the burden of IF, but the lack of constant appointments serving as a reminder was nice. It’s like I had been on a long hike with a very heavy backpack. After the egg retrieval it was as though I put the backpack down. I still had a long way to go, but some of the weight had been lifted. Yesterday, I turned a corner and there was the backpack, waiting for me all along. I have a Pavlovian response to my clinic. On the day of any appointment, no matter what it’s for, I wake up feeling nauseated. My gut is upset, and I generally experience some pretty intense GI distress. Tuesday was no different, proving time has not yet healed that wound.

My clinic changed their ultrasound protocol a bit, so now they are accepting the first patient at 7:15am instead of 7:45am which is good because it gives a little more time between my ultrasound and getting to work, so long as I am one of the first people in. Plus, it seems not as many people come quite that early so the waiting room was much less busy than usual. So by the time they started calling people back there were only 3 of us in the waiting area and they took us all back at once, assigned to cubicles to change, and then put in the ultrasound rooms to await our wanding.

The doctor that is now doing the morning ultrasounds has just recently retired from full-time RE duties. I had only ever met him once before, for my very first IUI in November of last year (holy shit that was nearly a year ago now). I didn’t particularly like him, but he was friendly enough. He checked my uterus, measured the lining and then checked my ovaries. I didn’t catch the lining measurement but when he checked the right ovary there was a little white bubble. I’m on down reg right now, so there should have been nothing over there. He mentions that there appears to be either a follicle or a cyst on my right ovary and asked me if I know “what the plan is”, as in why was i there? Umm, you’re the doctor, you tell me. I told him that the nurse said since my protocol was modified and I am on suprefact longer than normal they wanted to do a baseline check to make sure I didn’t have any cysts (which I do, awesome) and that everything looked ok. He tells me I can get dressed and he will go speak to a nurse.

I headed back across the hall back to my little cubicle to put my pants back on and wait for further instruction. The nurse called my name, and took me around the corner to a consult room. I find this strange as they generally give verbal instructions, or a printed sheet at the nurses station and are rushing off to the next patient. As I was sitting in the consult room my stomach was starting to feel nervous and nauseous again. I sat there for a few minutes and then I could hear the nurses around the corner. I couldn’t catch all of what they were saying, but the one nurse was telling the other to come talk to me, trying to figure out why my protocol was different, and something about me starting prometrium. It was a very strange situation, being down the hall while they talked about me.

I sat a few minutes more after the nurses discussion about me, before someone came in to talk to me. It was a nurse I hadn’t dealt with yet. She sits down with my chart, and uterine ultrasound photos. She asked me if the doctor mentioned that my lining was still quite thick, and I told her no. I guess that would explain their discussion of me possibly needing to start prometrium. She explained that it was not where they needed it to be, and wondered if I had a normal period. I told her yes, it wasn’t light, or really any different from normal except that it was late. She asked if I was still flowing, which I sort of was but barely, mostly just spotting tapering off to nothing.

Apparently the doctor had also noticed some fluid in my uterus as well, which could have still been residual blood but was also not ideal conditions for my FET. Not to mention the fact that I had a cyst on my ovary. The nurse said it was a cyst and not a follicle because I am on down reg meds and should not be producing follicles, but I suppose this was just her assumption, not a known fact. She did say it was small (12mm, I caught that number) and not a major cause for concern. Apparently my estrogen level was slightly elevated as well, which could be due to the cyst (or follicle?).

So nothing was very clear at this point, she asked about my cycle delay, and confirmed when my CD1 was. I explained to her that I was going to be out-of-town at the end of the month, and that I was told to start my suprefact later to delay my transfer. She misunderstood, and thought I was out-of-town when I was supposed to start my meds, and had to delay them because I was out of town. She explained to me I should always just fill all of my meds prescriptions so I have them ready. I told her I was following instructions from the nurse and Dr. M so that I could transfer later. She wasn’t following and at this point it didn’t matter because my uterus wasn’t where it needed to be anyways, so moving on I just left it alone. She told me I should continue with suprefact and delay starting my estrogen for now. I am to redo my bloodwork on Sunday, and I have another monitoring appointment on Monday.

I was sort of in a state of disbelief with everything that she was telling me and I kept asking her questions about what was going to happen, and she didn’t really seem to have many answers for me. I was trying to determine if this cycle was a bust entirely, or still salvageable. She didn’t mention anything about prometrium, and I asked her since I wasn’t really having much of a flow anymore if my lining was going to get any thinner. She just replied with, “we’ll see next week”. She asked if I was planning on going out-of-town in November, as if that was the case we may as well just scrap the cycle now. I told her no, it was just this one trip that was causing all of the issues. Apparently Dr. M is away at the moment, and he is going away again in November but if my lining cooperates then he should be here to do my transfer. He’s not the only one who does them but I would definitely prefer it be him. I think this was part of the reason for the nurses lack of information or direction for me (and the reason she didn’t want to have to deal with me) because Dr. M was not there to provide guidance, as he is the main IVF doctor.

Normally when I leave after having an ultrasound I don’t have to walk past the hall of babies, but because I went to the consult room after the ultrasound I had to route back out into the waiting room past that dreaded wall. I really felt like punching it, or ripping a handful of photos down as I hit yet another roadblock in this journey. I called J on my way to work to tell him the unexpected, and disappointing news and I could tell he was caught off guard. Instead of feeling sad, I am mostly just frustrated, and tired.

I had a fairly distracting day at work, and left early as Tuesday was the day we got the keys to our new condo. It was an exciting time, after all the scrambling for paperwork, with lawyers, and the bank we finally got access to our latest huge decision. It has been so hard for me to wrap my brain around it, because all along it just felt like this pipe dream, like it wasn’t actually going to happen and someone was going to pull the rug out. But here they were, keys in hand we let ourselves into our new place. It’s not entirely foreign to us, as it is in the same building we already live in. Our new unit is a mirror of our current place, but it also has a loft that adds extra square footage and is on the top floor of our building so it has gorgeous 16 ft ceilings. We wandered around freely, and introduced our dogs to our new home. We still have a long way to go, we’ve already ripped up the carpets, we have painters coming in for a quote tomorrow and hope to have them start on Monday. New flooring coming in next week, and this weekend we have to go pick light fixtures. There is a ton of cosmetic stuff to do, but we did it to our current place and we are excited for the challenge, and to see the transformation in the end. And on the plus side we think we found some tenants to rent our old place, though they can’t move in until Dec. 1 so we have to carry two mortgages for a month, which is, to quote Jimmy Fallon, “Ew”.

As we were packing up our current place, standing in our spare bedroom, J mentioned that it was sort of sad that we never did get to change that room into a nursery. After more than two years, instead of finally having a baby, we are moving and that room with forever be just a spare room. Now we have a room upstairs and the hopes have been pinned on it instead.

Yesterday when I got into work I was greeted with an “oh-shit” email, wherein I had buggered up a file, and the client hadn’t notice it before confirming it, so now we were both to blame. Not to mention my client was my brother-in-law, putting us both in an awkward position because either way it was going to cost one, or both of us some money. After having a freak out about that, my 11am alarm went off for my next suprefact dose. It was at that time, I pulled out my purse only to find that I forgot to put my suprefact in it. My pharmacy is luckily about 15 minutes from my work, so I excused myself for an early lunch to dash out to the pharmacy. I had to pay for part of it as one of my coverage only allows me to fill the prescription every 5 days, and seeing as I was just in a few days earlier picking up my estrogen and antibiotics as well as more suprefact, no full coverage for me. Luckily, it was only $12, so I would gladly pay that instead of missing two doses. So having spent my 30 minute lunch break at the pharmacy I only had time to grab a smoothie for lunch and head back. I nearly broke into tears at my desk because it was all just too much.

I composed myself to get through the rest of the day. I told myself this morning, today was a new day. But it was a new day with the same problems as yesterday. My cycle is still delayed, I’m still not pregnant, and I can’t believe it’s taking so fucking long. I was snappy and impatient at work today, which compounded with how busy I was today, was not a great combination. Luckily, this evening I had a great night out with my girlfriends, and we toasted the bride-to-be, whose wedding I will be attending in Las Vegas next weekend. Cannot wait for that.

For now I am holding out for Monday, hoping my lining is magically thinner, my cyst is gone (or at least not growing) and that we can get this show on the road. I cannot imagine the devastation that will ensue if this cycle is, either cancelled or fails. And at this point, that is seeming like the most likely outcome. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I don’t know how much more strength I have left. I feel so close, yet so far.

Three Infertiles Walk into a Room…


Today was an interesting day. It was my cousin-in-law’s baby shower (is a cousin-in-law a thing?). She had twin boys in June, about 8 weeks early, so they were unexpectedly early, and had to spend some time in the NICU. Now that they have been home for a while, and are now healthy and settled my other cousin (sister-in-law to the one who had the twins) decided to host her a baby shower.

The shower was held in the evening, which I was sort of happy about since it is a weeknight, I could try to excuse myself early if needed. I tried to think of an excuse not to go at all, but I couldn’t come up with anything good enough. My mom and grandma were going too, so it would have been a bit harder to beg off without them wondering about me. Plus I like my cousins, and I wanted to be there, even if it was hard for me.

I had thought about it now and again leading up to today, hoping it wasn’t going to be terrible. I wasn’t sure who all was going to be there, and I was certain there was going to be talk of who was going to be next to have a baby, and other such ignorant comments. Surely my mom would coo over the babies and wish that she had some grand kids of her own, whether she verbalized it or not.

I had an appointment with some clients just before the end of the day and they ended up staying a bit past close, Murphy’s law when I am trying to get out on time. So then I was stressed and rushed by the time I left work, not the state I wanted to be in for the evening. I went to pick up my mom and then grandma on the way to my cousins place. Luckily my mom didn’t say anything to me about babies on the way, and I breathed a sigh of relief for surviving the car ride.

When we arrived at my cousin’s house I was relieved to find that there were no silly party games planned, just a few little things like guess how many jelly beans in the baby bottle, write on a diaper, leave your wishes for the babies. Mostly it was just visiting, and gift opening. There weren’t too many of us there so luckily the gift opening was pretty short-lived. There was some cute stuff but mostly it was toys and activity type things, not so much for clothes. Plus she had two little boys, and as much cute boy stuff there is out there, I want a little girl so bad, and I swoon for all the adorable girls stuff.

So all in all, it started out not being so heartbreaking. Her little guys are cute, and I can appreciate that, I’m not a cold-hearted monster. I didn’t hold either of them, for fear of the “looks good on you” comments, and also because I am still getting over my cold and I didn’t want to cough all over them. My cousin who was hosting the shower has just been married for one year (it was their anniversary yesterday) and my mother of all people made a comment to her about having a baby. I gasped, “Mother!” at her when she said it. She knows better than to do it to me, why does she think it appropriate to do to other people? A few of the older ladies with daughters my age lamented about the fact that they didn’t have any grandkids yet.

There was a mother-daughter duo there who are relatives on my aunt’s side of the family and not technically related to me, but I have known them all my life. After the discussion of the moms wanting to be grandmas my aunt’s sister mentioned that she might get to be a grandma soon. At this point she turned to her daughter, A, who stated that her and her husband had been trying for a couple of years to have a baby but have just recently started down the path for adoption. Everyone was really supportive, offering her congrats, asking well thought questions. It was really nice to see.

I went to school with A for a time, she is laced throughout my childhood and such a sweet person. I don’t see her nearly as often anymore and don’t keep up on her life but as soon as I heard the words come out of her mouth I felt I had found a new friend in infertility. She has been married for 7 years, a pastor’s wife, and somewhere deep down I wondered whether they weren’t having problems.

So in a room with only 5 women of childbearing age (the rest grandmas, great grandmas and grandmas in waiting), let me break it down for you. There was myself (infertile), A (infertile), and another relative who ended up having her daughter via surrogate after she had three 2nd trimester miscarriages due to an incompetent cervix (different kind of infertile, but still, infertile). One cousin, who, so far as I know has not tried to conceive yet, and the other who is obviously super fertile and got twins naturally. Pretty interesting odds. I had the thought that if anyone pushed me on the baby issue I might spill the beans, but after A made her adoption announcement I didn’t want to steal any thunder. Plus I’m still not entirely comfortable speaking up. Although everyone in the room was tactful and respectful of her adoption decision I know it’s not always going to be like that.

On the car ride home I could practically hear my mothers thoughts churning, I’m sure she wanted to discuss A’s adoption choice, my own family building progress and when I was finally going to give her a grand baby. I am so glad my grandma was there to, unbeknownst to her, keep my mom at bay. I dropped them both off, and headed home myself. My head was buzzing the whole ride home. My heart finally felt the weight of the baby shower, and the sadness I was trying to stave off while plastering a smile on my face all evening. I felt sad for both myself, and A. I felt buoyed to find someone else in my camp. Not happy for either of us to be in this position but hopeful to gain a new comrade in the fight.

Once I got home I sent her a Facebook message telling her I understand the struggle and that I am happy for her taking the steps to adoption. I wanted to reach out to her, and let her know there is someone else who understands. Whether she wants to discuss her journey with me or not, I felt comfortable putting part of mine out there to her. It’s a bit of a risk me opening up to her, because it may get back to some of my family. I don’t particularly care and I’m sure she understands the private nature of it and say nothing at all. But, my time to tell my family may be coming soon.

On a treatment note, the Suprefact is going steady. I missed a dose by an hour and a half this weekend, but just took it as soon as I remembered and carried on. I get a nose bleed every day, whether it is due to my lingering cold, the fall dryness in the air, the Suprefact or a combination of all three, it is annoying. My cough from my cold will not go away, and I have a feeling the Suprefact is aggravating it. I feel like there may be other symptoms it’s contributing too, but it’s hard to tell, what’s from the cold, or tiredness, or stress. It’s sort of like squirting perfume up your nose. I dislike it, and the frequency of it, but so far tolerable. Should be hitting CD1 of my next cycle by the end of the week, or the weekend. For now, sniff, sniff…pass.

Return from Hiatus: It’s Go Time


Yet again I took a brief, unintentional hiatus from blogging. Mainly because I’ve been too damn busy, not because I’ve had nothing to say. I just returned this past Sunday from my Alaskan cruise that I went on FOR WORK. Yeah, I have to admit, sometimes I have a pretty sweet gig. It wasn’t all fun and games, I did have to attend a few seminars, and J doesn’t get to come with me on these trips so I had to room with someone I had never met before. We got on well enough, but at times I went off on my own because I needed a break. It was a bit lonely, but overall, a pretty good trip. Alaska was very scenic, but a bit chilly for my liking. Especially seeing as the weather back home was fantastic while I was gone. I managed to bring a cold back with me, so I’ve been sick since I got home and it makes me miserable.

Just before I left J and I submitted a formal offer on the condo unit we want to buy. As of today, the offer is accepted, our mortgage is pre approved and the paperwork is pending. So for all intents and purposes, we expect to be taking possession in mid-October. We then have two weeks to renovate the new place and move upstairs so we can get a renter into our current unit… I’m thinking the renos are not going to be finished in time, so we may have to live in it while we redo the floors. I am looking forward to a blank canvas, we are looking at paint colours, flooring samples, light fixtures and more. It is fun, and exciting but the situation itself is a bit stressful as we are trying to make it happen very quickly, and have a million other things going on at the same time.

Even though I just got back, we leave for Vegas in a month. I’m excited for a getaway with J, and a bunch of our friends will be there as well since we are going for a wedding. Although, it will cut into our precious reno time, being away right before we have to be moved out of our place. Tomorrow is J’s 34th birthday, we have no big plans but I am excited to give him his birthday present; tickets to Jersey Boys while we’re in Vegas…and yes, it is for him not me. Jersey Boys would not have been my first choice. I also got him a new special edition Seahawks cap. Go Seahawks!

The woman who runs our condo building is finally back next week. There have never been so many issues as there have been this month while she’s been away. Can’t wait to turn everything back over to her.

Probably the most important thing that is coming up for us is our frozen embryo transfer. I got my schedule in the mail a couple of weeks ago, I picked up my Suprefact on Monday, and I start using it tomorrow (CD21). It is a nasal spray down reg. medication that I have to use 5 times a day (7am, 11am, 3pm, 7pm, 11pm), for close to a month. Not looking forward to that. For now that is all I am on, but once I start my next period I am to call the clinic CD1, and they want me in for a baseline ultrasound around CD7. On CD8 I will start Estrace, the normal start day is CD3 but they are pushing it back so I can make sure the transfer happens after we get back from Vegas. I will have another monitoring appointment just before we leave for Vegas to check my lining, and most likely I’ll have to start Progesterone (suppositories) while we are in Vegas. Yet again infertility will put a damper on my ability to have fun hotel sex.

At the moment my focus is being pulled in so many directions that I have not spent a lot of time fretting over our FET (yet). I am hoping that the distraction of moving, renovating, ect. will continue to distract me throughout the whole FET process and help during the dreaded wait for beta. Although who am I kidding, I’m going to POAS well before the beta. So here we go, the Summer of IVF has continued into the Autumn of FET.

Calm Before the Storm


After our retrieval, once we had received the news that 5 of our embryos had made it to freeze, it felt as though life quieted down. I didn’t have to think about treatment, we weren’t constantly running to the clinic for appointments, or blood draws and I wasn’t in the pharmacy every other day picking up meds. I had some time for myself, to recuperate and even out from the immense highs and lows of the stimming process.

Once we got closer and closer to September I began to think ahead to my transfer (if it were to happen). But, trying not to get too ahead of myself, because even though CD1 in September would mean the beginning of the transfer process, nothing would even happen until CD21 of my September cycle and the transfer itself not until mid to late October. When my period was late, and I was looking at having to delay our transfer by a month, it just felt like more waiting again.

I spoke to the clinic on Sunday about my being out-of-town possibly conflicting with my transfer. The nurse said we could possibly have me coast on Estrace for a few extra days, depending on when my next CD1 fell, but that too many days and my lining could end up being too thick. She suggested that it may not be worth the risk if the transfer didn’t work I may blame myself for not just waiting another cycle. I agreed with her on this, and she suggested that she could speak to my doctor to see if he had any suggestion. I told her I would really appreciate that. So far, this was the most helpful nurse I have dealt with. She truly seemed to want to find a solution for me, and that she understood that it wasn’t just one more month, it was now going on 27 months. She told me she would speak to Dr. M and get back to me.

I made sure to have my phone by my side all morning. I thought she was going to call me back fairly shortly, but when I didn’t hear from her by noon (when she had initially called around 8am) I thought perhaps she didn’t mean today. Perhaps Dr. M wasn’t even working, and she would have to talk to him the next time he was in. A little after 1pm my phone rang, it was the clinic. She apologized for taking so long to get back to me, which I told her was quite alright, as I really appreciated what she was doing for me. Then she said the magic words; “we’re a go”. Dr. M said that I can stay on Suprefact (my down reg nasal spray) for 5 more days, to put me safely past the date of my trip. It will prevent me from producing estrogen so my lining should stay put until we give it the go ahead by starting the Estrace. Fantastic! She is sending my protocol in the mail and as of now I start Suprefact Sept. 26, my transfer should fall somewhere around the end of October. That still seems so far away, but with two trips between now and then, plus J’s birthday, I’m sure time will fly.

Since we got the go ahead on the transfer, the rest of life seems to have taken flight as well. At the moment J and I are the main contacts in charge of our condo building right now as the woman who normally takes care of any maintenance, ect. is out of the country until the end of the month. So far we’ve had 2 “emergencies” crop up and then this afternoon someone broke the glass in the secure front entry door to our building.  We had to spring into action, call the police, have an emergency glass repair service come out, and advise all tenants.

While we were dealing with the police, J got a call. The condo that we are trying to purchase (in our same building, bigger unit, higher floor) has just cleared probate. It was part of an estate, and it was looking like clearing the estate was going to take foreveeeer so we had kind of resigned ourselves that the opportunity may pass (we made an offer back in July). Well, it is a go, and the executor is speaking with his lawyer tomorrow about how we can proceed. Holy shit, all of a sudden we may have a new place on our hands (that needs about $15k of renos, mind you). I’m starting to freak out a little bit about the money, even though we really should be able to manage it (our mortgage was pre-approved back when we made the offer), and it would be a great investment opportunity.

So we went from a complete standstill to taking off at top speed. Hopefully I don’t get motion sick…