NOW: I love this game I made up. I’m so clever. The twins have a Fisher-Price farm that you can crawl through. It makes noises, there’s vegetables (a triangle orange carrot, a circle red radish, and a purple square…?), eggs, a little radio. It’s cute. Especially when you’re stuck inside on a rainy day. Especially when the song starts “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”…..and cuts off…..but your 22-month old daughter chimes in with “e-i-e-i-o” right on cue.
Anyway, the Farm Game. It gets requests now. (although farm comes out sounding like arm, so I have to actually be paying attention).
Ariel and Will bring Mommy all the “guys”. Their word. All the Sesame Street Characters, plus a few other little stuffed animals that have worked their way into this particular toy box. Will dumps them in a pile and puts the box back behind the farm.
They now also have included the Disney Princess dolls that they have. Then, we take turns having the guys and the princesses come to the door of the farm and asking if they can please come in (it teaches manners, too). One of the twins opens the door, and the guy says thank you, and jumps inside. They like eating the veggies and eggs. Whole eggs, I know, it’s weird.
In fact, here’s Grover now, ready to munch on a nice, tasty egg. Complete with sound effects; YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM! After the guy gets put into the farm and eats his (or her) fill, they get put back in their respective toy box. Great system. I especially love when it’s Ariel the Little Mermaid’s turn – Will calls her “dister” (sister) because of her name. Insert AWWWW, here. And yes, my daughter is named after the Little Mermaid.
After the farm game they quietly played with the stacking cups and the rings on the stick.
William will just continuously lift and drop the cups inside each other trying to figure out how to nestle them correctly. But doesn’t get frustrated.
Ariel grabbed the rings first. I layed them all out on the carpet and told her which color to grab first. She did EVERY ONE! SHE RECOGNIZES COLORS!!!!! Blue, green, yellow, orange, red. Then she started putting them on incorrectly on purpose, and saying “no no no”, removing it, and putting the right one on. My little buggers amaze me sometimes. This is now.
THEN: My second insemination using the injectable drugs was scheduled for February 6, 2009 ( I remember because it was two days before my birthday). I had 6 large follicles again. The nurses questioned whether I wanted to proceed with this many. It was risky. I could end up with multiples. Multiple multiples! But I had to. I had to take the chance. They reminded me again about the possibility of sextuplets, or the chance that if the eggs became fertilized we had the option to do selective reduction. I understood. I couldn’t let a whole ‘nother month go by without even doing anything. Plus, I had already used up my 2 months of injectables recommended by the doctor, so what would happen to me if I didn’t try this time?
Tim and I took the day off, as usual, for my insemination. He went with me, as usual. I don’t know if it was the nurse, or my weirdly curved cervix, or what, but it was the most painful one yet. She tried and tried and tried to get that little tube in. She tried a different tube, a stiffer one. She got another nurse to come help. By now, I was sweating bullets, trying not to cry, trying to remember to breathe, trying not to say “no, stop, nevermind, I don’t wannna do it anymore”. Because I had to do it. I had to have a baby. Tim stood by my head the entire time, pain on his face because I was in pain. He asked if I wanted them to stop. I shook my head violently. NO. The stiffer tube finally worked. It was a little more uncomfortable than normal, but not unbearable. I laid on the table for my 15 minutes before getting up. Tim said, maybe it’s like a sign or something, because you had to suffer so much this time. Maybe.
The nurse told me I shouldn’t exercise or have sex for the next few days. What? They didn’t tell us that last time. She said because the follicles grow SO big with the injectables, there was a chance of them twisting or popping if I did activities that were too vigorous. She said take it easy for the next couple of weeks if I wanted. Just to be safe. And if I didn’t get my period by February 19th, call for bloodwork.
Tim and I left and went to Panera for breakfast. We had Asiago cheese bagels with Sun-Dried Tomato spread. Then we went across the parking lot to The Hallmark Store because I had seen a cute lion on a commercial and Tim wanted to buy it for me. (I collect lions). He was pink and red and had a heart-shaped mane for Valentine’s Day. When you pulled his tail he Yowled and shook. I think this might be the only Valentine’s Day gift Tim had ever given me. We don’t usually celebrate Valentine’s Day because it’s so close to my birthday. (Although, if he’s reading, flowers are always nice!!!).
Two days later, my parents and sister came over for pizza and cake to celebrate my birthday. I remember wondering if I was pregnant. I remember getting my picture taken as they sang “happy birthday” and thinking, maybe I’m pregnant in this picture. My first picture of my pregnancy. Maybe. I thought about it constantly, as usual. That was then.