State Of The Union

Guess I've been a little quiet this past week. I've been keeping myself busy with, as usual, family stuff- birthday party/Labor Day party, and then my older sister was in town from Charleston for a few days. It was really good to see her, and for her to reconnect with the kids. I'll try to post some pictures of that soon... And pictures of Eli's birthday party. And pictures of the new paint job in the living room.

'Cause, I also repainted the living room this weekend, including the ceiling, thank you very much. Er, with a lot of help. BUT I chose and purchased paint and did all the prep work and the cleaning up work and the moving of furniture and decor-y stuff and wall art, so. Overall, more time invested, albeit perhaps less actual painting.

I also sorted out all of Eli and Adelay's old clothes, choosing my favorites to keep but paring down the rest for a garage sale next weekend. When your kids have twenty to thirty outfits per season, per size apiece, it gets a little bit IMPOSSIBLE to store them all, even if it was fun to have all those cute clothes to choose from back when they fit. (Note: excess clothing was not a result of my own personal excess, if you know what I'm saying. Just fyi.)

The painting project and the sorting out clothes project were distractions from the unwelcome news on Wednesday that there is still, to quote my OB, "all kinds of junk" remaining in my uterus. This, despite the three days of Cytotec-induced discomfort last week which I thought had surely taken care of all that. The doctor is still very opposed to another D and C since we may try again for a baby at some point, so my options are (and there's going to be a lot of information here, boys, so avert eyes to next paragraph if squeamish): to let nature finish things, which, based on my hormone levels, the number of blood clots still in my uterus and the very light state of my bleeding right now would probably take a month or more; another round of Cytotec, perhaps a little more intensive; or go on the pill for a month, let my body stop bleeding and rest, and then hope that the artificially triggered period would take care of everything remaining from the pregnancy. This would have to be the estrogen-only pill, since I have a clotting issue and am not allowed to be on regular hormonal birth control. I HATE the estrogen-only pill.

So I think I'm going to give the Cytotec another shot, though I'm dreading it. I could have done it this past weekend, but my sister was here, and my mom had offered to help paint, so I put it off. And now my birthday's Wednesday, so I don't want to start it tomorrow either... Maybe next weekend?

Oh wait. During the garage sale? I don't know. Blech. Guess I'll squeeze it in there somewhere. Fun stuff. I just hope it actually finishes the job this time. Then at least we'll have some closure and be able to find a place to go from here. And maybe my body can try to get itself back to normal. Or hopefully better than normal, since my normal seems to be pretty unbalanced, hormonally speaking.

We do have a vague plan for the next months, regarding hormone stuff, and it definitely does not involve any more Clomid or progesterone supplements or mid-cycle ultrasounds or ovulation trigger shots. I just can't take it anymore, and it doesn't seem to be helping anyways. I know it does some of the time, for some people, but at this point we're ready to look into some alternative treatments. And if that doesn't work, well... We'll see. But that's where we are right now.