Archive for September 23rd, 2008

Ripley ain’t got nothing on the male maid.

September 23, 2008

One of our cleaners at work thinks there is a ghost haunting one of the bathrooms.


Moving onwards and upwards.

September 23, 2008

I used to be obsessed with taking career tests. In university, I actually went along to the career centre because I was so confused – should I be a teacher or a psychologist? I spent 45 minutes – at least – taking a variety of tests.

The oh-so-conculsive result said I should be…drumroll please…a teacher or a psychologist.

I’ve also taken the Myer-Briggs test a number of times. I found a version of it I really liked today and ended up being an INFJ – something I’ve never scored before (although I admit my I and my F were almost knocked out of the water by low/ambivalent scoring). Regardless, I clicked through to see what my career matches were – writer and counsellor.

GOOD TIMES, online personality test. I wish I could escalate the writer and just concentrate on having a fabulous imagination and cooking babies in my tummy.

Things you shouldn’t tell medical professionals.

September 23, 2008

Oh. While filling in the donor info form, there was a section marked ‘skills.’ The nurse said, ‘You could put sports, or cooking…’ TMD kindly explained to her that I cannot do either of these things. We were actually hard pressed for what to write, and ‘sign language’ had to make an appearance. Despite the fact that I think I look like a dunce on paper, I hope people still thinks my eggs are awesome. I did assure the nurse that I was brilliantly smart.

While filling in the ‘physical characteristics’ section, I said, ‘Boy, I look like I’m part of the Ar*yan Nation.’ I don’t think THAT was the best thing to say in this situation – or any situation, in fact.

Let me go on record as saying one of my best friends is Jewish, unless that makes me look like I’m trying too hard. (Much love, Cookie sista.)

Baby momma.

September 23, 2008

Was back at the clinic this morning. Some complicated period math went on.

You see, I have to have all my blood tests back before I am accepted as an egg donor. The doctor-lady said I could start taking the pill next Tuesday (when my period is due, so whenever it actually starts) as then if the tests were all fine we could go ahead with the drugs and treatment.

Then there was a big ass gap before we saw the nurse. I think they were actually discussing a potential match? I’m not sure. The nurse gave me the pill (I need to regulate my cycle to match that of the egg recipient) but told me not to take it until they called. This effectively means I wouldn’t start it until around about 30 October, when the next period would be due. THIS means that drugs&stuff would start in November and intensify in December, when the egg retrieval and embryo replacement (can’t actually think of the technical term for this) would be.

THIS is dodgy because the clinic is closed in the week between Christmas and New Year, so if either of my next two periods are late it could push everything back grotesquely and we’d have to try later. The doctor-lady didn’t seem too worried about it, so nor will I.

Am still feeling very very VERY positive about IVF.

Had a ‘moment’ when filling in some egg donation forms. They asked if the first cycle wasn’t succesful and there were frozen embryos, could they continue to treat the egg recipient – or something to that effect. I suddenly thought/felt, If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. I don’t wish any harm to the woman who will receive my eggs. I am working on being open-hearted enough to hope she has success, though that part is a bit difficult as I am still protective about my eggs.

But she’s been on a waiting list for a long time, I have thousands of eggs I will never use, and I know what it feels like to want a baby. I hope hope hope we get pregnant this first go, but if we don’t I think I’d happily go through another egg donation cycle of IVF.

Cross your fingers, yo-dee-lady-de-who.