New Ironman Tatoo and Bling

Yes - you read that right. I got Ironman Ink on Sunday...just not the traditional way.

When you get bike grease in an open wound, it turns into a tattoo. This one may be permanent too! I was being pretty stupid when I did this to myself. I stopped at a bike aid station and asked for sunscreen (dropped mine, of course, as soon as I got it out of my bento box). They said it was at the next tent so I "ran" while still straddling my bike and managed to ram the chain ring right into the back of my leg. I saw a little blood, but mostly grease, so I didn't think much of it. Not until I took a shower after the race did I realize how bad it was. So, 6 nice holes in the back of my leg. A lovely reminder of IMAZ that will be with me for a while.

A better memory though, is this:

I got the upgrade! My birthday IM bracelet was my silver "sport edition." My mom surprised me at breakfast the day after the race with this bracelet. This one is white gold and the diamond was my Aunt Linda's. She was my mom's sister and best friend who died of cancer a few years ago, so the bracelet is beyond meaningful. I didn't know my mom even had a diamond of hers, so it is just awesome.

Still here. Still infertile.

Sigh. Here we are again. We knew all along we would be able to start the process for baby #2 when Sloane was nine months old. I had said we did not necessarily want kids that close together, but knew just because we started then did not mean we would get pregnant then. If I had only known how true that is becoming. Silly us had started having visions of three kids. The only way we can have three kids is to have things go smoothly, not lose embryos, and not lose time. Well, so far we have lost an embryo and a lot of time in the quest for our next baby. I breezed through prep for our transfer in early May. The stress load was so much less than before because I thought we had it figured out. We had Sloane as a great distraction. My lining was better than it has ever been before - by far. Then, the day after Mother's Day, I found out it did not work. And I was immediately thrown back into the depths of infertility hell....

Into the Donor Egg World We Go

As I sit down to write this, I'm shocked to see February 27, 2022 was the last post I've written about our IVF journey. In some ways, it seems like so much has happened over the last year, and on the other hand it seems like nothing has happened at all because we are back to square one. I'll provide a quick summary of the last year, but please understand this won't even begin to describe the true roller coaster ride we have been on. I actually don't think it is even appropriate to call it a roller coaster because that indicates there are some ups. Our ride has been more like a train ride through hell. After our failed transfer in February, we decided to take a break in March to let my body rest a bit before transferring our next embryo. During that time, a friend reached out and told me about her friend that hadn't had success here but did at CCRM in Colorado. At the time it almost felt like a divine intervention, but I now know better. We spent seven...

Kathleen's Adventures

Search This Blog