30 Days to make it right!

After holding myself hostage in the house, yelling at constables and attorneys I was granted 30 days to move. Thank God! I spent all of yesterday held up in the house starring out the window like a crazy person in fear that someone was going to come back to change the locks again. Every car door that slammed every sound in the night had me up looking out that windows making sure that we were safe. I finally got the call this afternoon that the bank has granted me 30 days to find a new home and move or make an offer on this house. It was the best news I have heard since Wednesday.

My landlord .... no where to be found and refuses to return my calls since she has found out what's going on. Stupid B#$%ch! She forgets though that I know where she lives. Now knowing that I can leave without fear of being homeless I'm going to go over to her house this weekend and give her a piece of my mind.

Tomorrow the house hunting begins. My lender sent over my approval and I have already made appointments to go see 5 houses tomorrow. I'm just ready to get this show on the road.

As for being sick. I still am, but hopefully all the running around I now have to do this weekend won't make it worse. I am only 3 days away from the first of hopefully many exciting ultrasound appointments. I'm alittle scared but excited for the most part. So much is changing so fast. I hate change but I welcome a fresh start. I never liked the idea of living permanently in Vegas but when push comes to shove we have great friends, great jobs and a pretty good life out here (minus all of the headache from the week). I wouldn't change that for the world! One day I am sure we will move away to a more family friendly town. The though of our future kids growing up in "Sin City" scares the crap out of me. But for not I could survive here =)

Someone dropped a bomb on me

I woke up this morning feeling like this flu bug might just be going away. Patrick left for work and I decided to go drive through starbucks and get myself some hot tea. Molly and I got in the car and took off towards our destination. I could not have been gone more then 30 45 minutes at the most. I like to take the scenic route sometimes and just drive. When I pulled up to my house something was wrong. There was a bright orange sticker on the door and all of the blinds were open. Panic set in. I walked up to the door and noticed a key already in place in the lock. I paused and looked around what the hell is going on. I turned the key and pulled the sticker off the front door. In preparation for the worst I had 911 dialed into my phone just waiting for me to hit the send button. I opened the door and screamed hello. By now Molly who I was clutching in my arms must have been able to feel my heart racing and started to bark. No one answered back. Anxiety set in and I remember sitting on the couch and just blanking out. My phone began to ring, It was my boss. I answered sobbing uncontrollably Chuck I've been locked out of my home. I tried to contain myself but it was to late, I was a full blown mess. Chuck tried to calm me down but I could just hear myself repeating over and over again. I'm homeless Chuck I'm homeless. Together we called my landlord who decided to inform me (now that I was asking)not pay her mortgage and the bank foreclosed on the property. I suddenly felt dizzy and fell on the floor. I could feel my body hit the tile and all I could think about was the baby. What have I just done to myself. Chuck am I gonna go to jail I asked through the tears. Amy why on earth would you be going to jail Chuck responded back. Because the sticker that I took off the door said if I entered the property I was trespassing and I would go to jail for breaking and entering.

Needless to say I'm not in jail (at least not yet j/k) I spent the remainder of my day at the justice court trying to see what they could do to help me. What a big fat waist of time that was! My resolution for the day was to call my attorney and have him handle this mess. His exact words were well Amy they left you key's so they must not have wanted to out that bad. The worst of this is that the owner of this house is one of my investors. I sold her this house and I have made her alot of money over the years. For her to do this to me ... unforgivable. I refuse to be a tenant ever again!!!!!!!! Tomorrow after I meet with my attorney in the morning and hopefully get granted an extension I am going house hunting. For now lets just hope and pray that falling on the floor has not caused the baby any harm.

The flu is kicking me A$$

Yep that's right I have the flu. It started Thursday morning as a little cough and has since turned into this monster of a virus that has literally kicked my ass. I have been running a fever off and on since Saturday when my wonderful RE prescribed me a Z pack that was supposed to be my miracle cure. And that seemed to make it worse. Since Saturday night I have had a high temp maxing out at 101.8 and this morning I started the day with a 99.6 at least it's getting better. With all of the blood thinners and other crap I'm taking Tylenol is a no no so other then the non working Z pack I'm S.O.L (Sh%# Out of Luck). In addition to that, food and I have not been agreeing. And so all I have eaten since Thursday night is chicken and beef broth. Mmmm Yummy! My husband says when I cough it sounds like I'm going to cough up an organ and the sad thing is that's what it feels like as well. Sleeping has been horrible when I lay on my back I feel like I am drowning and then I lay on my tummy I'm scared I'm going to hurt the bean. Plus my new thing (and why I'm sharing this I have no clue) when I cough .... I pee alittle. Nasty I know! So now I wear a pad to sleep in fear I might have an adult sized accident. Lovely!

On a bright note my first ultrasound is on Monday Feb 2nd. I am eager to see what is going on in there. Fingers crossed that there is at least one heartbeat going strong in there.

Sorry Chele (Update)

Sorry Chele for making you worry. Between work, throwing up and fighting with insurance for my meds every time I tried to get online and update I got side tracked.

I spent all of last week fighting with the insurance to get the approval for my meds and when they finally gave it to me and I went to pick up the prescription the pharmacy did not have it is stock and wanted me to wait over a week for them to get it in. So I flip out and had them transfer the prescription to another location that had the meds in stock. Well I guess that pissed off the pharmacist and she sent the request over all F'ed up. So what I was suppose to receive was 60 injections of 5000IU each per 30 days. What I ended up getting was 12 injections of 5000IU per 30 days. I knew right off the bat that that was wrong. But the pharmacist insisted that the insurance company only approved me for 12 injections. Needless to say after going back and forth between the pharmacy the insurance company and my Dr (the one that originally received the approval) it took me crying my face off to a manager at the insurance company to get everything right. So on Monday I picked up the 12 injections while I was in process of sorting out all of the mess and today I go to pick up the other 48 injections that the pharmacy owes me. In addition to that I had my first blood thinner disaster today when I cut my finger. First off I had no idea I had even cut myself until I looked at my pants and noticed that I had gotten blood all over them. After about an hour of applying pressure to it I finally got the bleeding to stop. The scary thing is that the cut was no bigger then a paper cut and had caused such a mess.

Work has been incredibly busy. I am currently in the process of helping my parents find a house. I keep trying to explain that I have of other clients but they think they should be my one and only priority. I wish it worked that way but I work with investors and with all of these bank owned deals I'm having a hard time finding a minute to breath.

As for the bean, so far so good. I have had a few scary spotting moments but I have chalked that up to the fact that I need to slow down. Easier said then done but I am trying. My plan for this weekend is to turn off the phone and relax. Friday can't get here fast enough. Morning sickness has been all day sickness and I don't know if it's work or the bean (or both) but come the end of the day all I want to do is sleep. I day dream about my bed. Plus with all of the meds I'm on I know it's contributing with how I'm feeling. Not that I'm complaining because as long as my boobs still hurt and I'm still tossing my cookies I know it means that the bean is still in there.

For now I am counting down the days to my first ultrasound, and hoping for at least one heartbeat. (Fingers Crossed)

Beta #2

I went yesterday to have my blood drawn for beta #2, but my RE was out of the office all day in surgery. I was told I would not get my results until today. Although I wanted to say no that's not ok. I tucked my tail between my legs and walked out. Yesterday was the longest day of my life. I must have woken up 5 times last night just to check the clock. Finally at 7:30 this morning my phone rings. I jump out of bed and run over to my phone but it's not my RE only a friend of mine calling to say hi. Hours pass, I wanted to call but I didn't want to be the annoying girl. Finally at 11:45 the phone rings and it's my RE's office I answer and it's the receptionist calling to book an appointment for my ultrasound on February 2nd. Wait but what about the results of my beta. The receptionist responds back well I guess things are ok if the Dr wants you to come in for an ultrasound. I ask her to put the Dr or someone on the phone that can tell me my results and I am quickly dismissed with a "I'll have someone call you back". Great! More waiting. Finally at 2 P.M. I decided I have had enough of the worrying. So I call the back nurses line. The nurse answers and I explain that I need to know. 2463 she replies. Ahhhhh I feel a sigh of relief. Thank god that there is someone in that office that is willing to tell me what is going on. Out of an office of 7 women there is only one person I can count on and what is really sad is that it is not my RE. If now I could only get my lovenox injections I would feel a million times better.



Update: Insurance just denied my lovenox injections and requested my RE put me on Fragmin instead. Out of pocket lovenox is $1100 a month. The new medication requires me to take 2 injections a day for the next 9 months. Hopefully insurance will be willing to cover that one. If not, I'm Fu%#ed

Holy Cow!

First off let me start by saying that my bleeding/spotting has stopped. I talked to me RE about it and she said not to worry. I went in for my first beta and as expected I got the call that I am in fact pregnant. When I asked for my count my RE took an odd tone and told me that she did not know the exact count since the girl that runs my labs was in the process of diluting it. Whatever the heck that means. She put in a request for the nurse to call in my Lovenox injections and scheduled me to return for beta #2 on Wednesday. As today passed I could not help but wonder what my beta count was. So I decided to call my RE's office and ask. I started my conversation about my injections since the pharmacy had not called me to confirm the prescription like they normally do. And then I quickly asked oh and by the way what was my hormone count from this mornings beta to which the nurse replies 1188. I could hear her giggling in the background as I sat in silence. It took me a good 30 seconds to take it all in and then I responded isn't that kind of high. Why yes it is she chuckled back. We ended our call and since then I have been in freak out mode. Not that I would not LOVE to have more then one baby but with all of the meds that I have to take just to successfully have one child now I might have to worry about more then one. I am going to try to keep my freaking out to a minimum. (Or at least until I have my first ultrasound.) I am going through such a wide range of emotions right now. But for the most part I am just really scared.

Added bonus to my nightly routine .....

Every night I have a routine I do before I get into bed. I change into my pj's, brush my hair, take all of my medications, brush my teeth and if necessary I take my progesterone. With all of these things done I can hang out in bed and snuggle with Molly while watching alittle TV. So in my little funk from today I decided I wanted to get into bed early. But since AF is still not here in full force I didn't know if I should take my progesterone or not. I went to the bathroom and checked to see if the bleeding had gotten any heavier and sure enough it was gone. I reached into my vanity and pulled out my last HTP and decided to go for it. (I would rather be safe then sorry) Sure enough what looks like a 2nd line popped up. It's light but I can see it. (I will attach the pictures for your opinions.) So now I am freaking out. Am I having a miscarriage what the heck is going on. Is there really a second line there or am I seeing things. Talk about stress this is going to keep me up all night!

Not the best pictures since they were taken by my cell phone .. But let me know what you think


And here is one of Molly in bed while her mommy was running around the house staring at a pee stick

All I have left is signs

I woke up this morning nauseated and confident. Patrick looked over at me and and said well are you going to test. No, I'm not ready yet I said back. I want to see how today goes before I jump the gun and get let down. Most of the morning I have been feeling like crap so in my head I thought for sure I was. At 10 a.m. I decided what the hell I might as well. With cup in one hand and test in the other I entered the bathroom. When I wiped I saw what I had been dreading. Light pink spotting. It's over in one split second all of my confidence is lost. I didn't even bother to use the test. Why waist another test just to see a BFN seeing AF is bad enough.

I'm so depressed, I thought for sure that this was going to be my month. This year is not starting off at all like I had planned. All the signs are there it's just my luck that I would feel so confident and get let down once again!

Happy 2009

I am so sorry for being MIA yet again. Some of my family from NY came in to celebrate the New Years and left me with no time to myself. I hope you all had a wonderful New Years. This year with all of the family in town was an absolute blast. Even though I refused to drink ... just in case (better safe then sorry). But it was fun spending time with everyone and just enjoying the company. All is back to normal now and I am just trying to get back into the swing of work.

As for the fertility front today is CD 25, 10 DPIUI my RE does not have me scheduled to come in for a beta until Monday aka CD 32, 17 DPIUI since she's out of town. I am sure I will end up testing way before that probably around Thursday or Friday. As for IPS, I have been having alittle of everything. My boobs are hurting (could be caused by the progesterone) , I'm exhausted (could be from running around Vegas like a chicken with my head cut off), I have been having the most odd dreams (could be caused by the exhaustion. I will write all about my odd dreams in another post.), I have been very crampy on both sides on and off, I'm bloated (possible AF sign), I have been peeing at least once an hour and waking up to pee, and the most odd thing I have been doing. I have been having such bad hot flashes at night that I won't let Patrick turn the heat on and I sleep with the fan pointed right at me. My poor husband, you can hear his teeth chattering under his 3 layers of blankets. He has been using Molly as a heating pad and yet I still wake up sweaty. Yuck! So either I'm loosing my mind, AF Is teasing me or my hope is that these IPS's will turn into RPS.