tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333607622009-11-10T14:40:59.663-08:00Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290007044439581358noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33360762.post-54475845655317348302008-06-03T22:24:00.000-07:002008-06-04T07:51:44.169-07:00

I've been waiting for this day for almost 16 months. We are the change. And we will prove it in November. And on January 20, 2009, as President Obama is sworn into office, I will cry with pride, hope and a fervent belief that all things are possible. If we want them to be.UPDATED: Senator Barack Obama will give his nomination acceptance speech at the Democratic National Convention on August

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At 2:35 pm this past Wednesday, the Tribble was born. Lovely labor (yes, I just said "lovely"), easy delivery (yes, I just said "easy") - all in all, a picture-perfect experience (and we have them - the pictures, that is). One-hundred and eighty degrees from my experience with Max, which was painful, hard and excruciating. With my first-born, I couldn't sit without benefit of a donut for more

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He's not here yet. Am beginning to think this is foreshadowing of a similar experience we'll have 20 or so years from now, when we're trying to evict him from the damn house already gently encourage him to move out into the big, wide world. Perhaps a crowbar and some vaseline would be of some assistance here, hmm?He's due on Monday. If he's still a no-show as of Wednesday, I'm booked that

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My apologies for worrying some of you - not my intent, although that was the effect. I'm simply overwhelmed, drowning and crushed in other areas of my life right now and something needed to suffer. Blogging (both reading and writing) was an easy victim.I hope to post again at some point, but who knows.For those of you who posted comments or wrote to me personally, thank you for caring.

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At least that's what I thought several times over the past 5 years, when Max had a nasty head cold and needed some relief. The medications give specific dosage instructions for ages 2 to 6. My pediatrician would also tell me how much was safe when Max was under 2.Apparently, none of them are safe. I could have killed my child following the exact instructions on the bottle. Or listening to my

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August 13, 2005June 1, 2006December 21, 2006All loved, all missed. And forever in my heart.

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Just back from the London trip. Tired. Will write more when I can string words together into a coherent sentence. And when I recover from 19 hours of travel. Whee.

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I've been searching for a way to say this for a week, but I can't find a clever, smart or droll way to say it. Maybe because it's hard to be funny and flippant about something you feel so deeply. I can only be nakedly truthful.From the bottom of my Jewish, French (both Canadian and European), German, Czech, Scottish, English and American heart...Thank You.Thank you for being the most supportive

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Douglas Adams and Deep Thought were wrong. The answer to Life, the Universe and Everything is not 42. It's 46.That's how many chromosomes the Tribble has. Not 47, like the baby we lost in August 2005, and the baby we lost in June 2006 and the baby we lost in December 2006. But 46.Blessedly, beautifully normal. And it's a boy.I can breathe again. But it's a little hard through the sobs of

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Yesterday went as well as we could have hoped. The ultrasound started and my anxiety drained away as I watched the screen. The baby was moving this time, thank G-d, in marked contrast to our experience last December. The procedure itself was anti-climatic and relatively painless.An odd coincidence added to our feeling of well-being: we saw Max's labor nurse. She's no longer in L&D at the

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The Tribble looked good today, measuring 11w1d. Not getting her/his funk on, though, like Wednesday's show, which of course put my Miscarriage Worry-O-Meter all atwitter. But the RE was very nonchalant and I guess his unconcern should be comforting. (It's not.) If he'd seen anything worrisome, I'm sure my date with the dildo-cam would have lasted longer than 38 seconds. (Or so I keep telling

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Please go visit my blogging buddy, SaraS-P, and give her all the love and support you can spare. She's going through a terrible time right now, and some people who should be helping her are stupidly, blindly hurting her.

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Laying in bed this morning trying to pull out of an extraordinary somnolence. Only to feel a weird sharp pain on my right side (and no it wasn't ligaments, since I wasn't moving even a hair at the time). Followed 15-20 minutes later, after I'd managed to get upright, by a trickle, or a bit more than a trickle but not a gush, of clear fluid. Shades of my first miscarriage. Fuck.I haven't

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They really needed a study to figure this one out? And how many mouths could have been fed, bodies clothed, families sheltered and children educated for the money wasted on this absolutely pointless bit of statistical masturbation? I'm speechless. I am without speech.

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I just won the Superbowl and now I'm going to Disneyland!Only one of those things is true. I'll leave it up to you to guess which one.By the way, why did G-d think it was funny to make the high temperature in the San Fernando Valley 101 yesterday? And today? And tomorrow? I shudder to think what it will be in Anaheim.Enjoy your holiday weekend. Me, I'll be melting in a packed corner of

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Hurdled. Is that even a word?At the ultrasound today, the kid waved at me - a little "Hey there, howya doin'?" Which is totally what my kid would do, given his double-shot of Philly genes. Tribble measured 9w6d, exactly one week's worth of growth. Heartbeat looked and sounded awesome - they put it on speakers in the exam room and it was the best doctor's office music I've ever heard.And now

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The Neurotic: Feeling chilly, takes temperature - 98.8. That's low, too low. It shouldn't be that low, especially with the progesterone artificially elevating it. Reviews symptoms - breasts less sore, more energy today, less nauseous, overwhelming feelings of loss and despair. It's over, it must be over. Calls OB's office.Nurse W: We can schedule you for an ultrasound on Monday at 9:45am.

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A black window of time. By my reckoning, I'm 8w5d today. By the measurements of Monday's ultrasound, I'm 9w2d. Between those dates we've lost two, the first and the last. Only the middle child made it past 9 weeks, but not to a good end.I think about the possibilities, the probabilities at night, when everyone is sleeping, and the only sound is the rushing wind of the white noise machine. I

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I had my follow-up ultrasound with the RE today. I refuse to let them draw blood before the ultrasound because, well, what's the point if my next step is to schedule a D&C? Ditto with the CVS testing. I haven't scheduled that yet, either. Or the standard set of pregnancy blood work, even though I've had my OB's order since last Thursday. All of the poking, fluid-drawing and testing would be

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78% GeekHow Geek are you?

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I'm a great believer in the power of positive thinking, prayer, good thoughts, whatever the hell you want to call it. Not that I think people cause their own despair (the bullshit at the bottom of The Se.cret, but I think mental energy is just as important as physical energy. And just like physical energy, mental energy can move things, make things happen.My SIL is in emergency surgery right

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At least that's what I think it was when I saw it earlier this evening. Fluid that wasn't clear or milky (which I know is normal), but more on the yellow-to-orange end of the spectrum. No pink or red, but I'm worried that what I saw is what passes for a mucus plug at this early point, and the more ominous colors of the rainbow aren't far behind.The spotting is gone now, and we're back to the

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Relieved, ecstatic, joyful and thrilled does not even begin to describe how we feel at this moment. And the measurement now matches mine - 6w6d.DocD's words: "This is super fantastic. I couldn't ask for anything better." And she said I could come in for follow-up ultrasounds any time I want. Any. time. I. want. And she meant it. Doctor Despair just morphed into Doctor Delightful.I'm

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I have to admit, I was a little surprised. I did a Myers-Briggs about 4 years ago, and I was an INFJ. Maybe Judging is something I'm doing less of as I get older. And since it was always the least attractive aspect of my personality, I hope it's a trend that continues.

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The good news: We saw a heartbeat and the dating was right where I estimated it to be. (Based on my CD18-19 ovulation, I expected to be 6w2d or 6w3d. The embryo measured 6w2d.)The bad news: The heartbeat was slow. The doctor didn't even measure it. (I don't know if that was because she thought it was too early, or didn't want to give me - with my advanced degree in Miscarriages - too much

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