First things first. If you won a prize or sponsored us during the Blogathon you should be getting your prizes/gifts in the mail in about a week. Everything was mailed today so if you don’t get your items within two weeks please email me asap.

Saturday I had my second obgyn appointment. The appointment was for an ultrasound to get a look at my ovaries and uterus and confirm that I really have PCOS. At my first appointment I was so nervous and flustered I blanked out and couldn’t recall a lot of what the doc said so I relied on Sean to fill me in. Sean assured me that the ultrasound was external. He was wrong.

Getting an internal ultrasound, a sonogram, is actually a lot more interesting and a lot less uncomfortable than getting your annual checkup. I was kind of proud when the doc said I had nice ovaries, like it was a piece of macaroni art I’d gotten a gold star for. I got to see the screen the whole time and seeing my insides was really very shiny. I wanted to ask for a picture but I thought that might have seemed like an odd request.

The test was pretty conclusive, I’ve got PCOS and in a big way. What that means is that I’m not ovulating and no ovulation means no baby. So, I’m taking 500 mg of Metformin a day and in November (assuming the Metformin works) I’ll start my first round of Clomid. If I’m lucky I could be preggers by Solstice.

I’ve starting refering to my new meds as magic beans because like Jack and The Bean Stalk I imagine that they will cause something fantastic to grow. The only trouble is my magic beans make me feel like I’m going to vomit 24/7. If that’s not bad enough it has another lovely side effect that keeps you running to the bathroom. I’ll spare you the details. Anyway, I knew it would be like this beforehand. I researched the meds before I agreed to take them and I’m not complaining. I’ll suffer however I have to if it gets me a baby.

In other news I’ve lost my mind. I’ve already bought at least a dozen ornaments for our Solstice tree, which by the way we don’t even have yet. I know it’s looney but this is my first real Solstice in my own place with my own tree and trimmings. It’s special. Despite Thanksgiving’s falacious origins we’ll be celebrating that as well; food, decorations and all. Unless of course Jamie flies us outto visit in which case we’ll probably starve.

Since I was such a very good girl I’ve been released from my penance by the Internet gods and should recieve my camera within the week. Just in time to take gads of photos of my poor babies before they get snipped on Wednesday. So, say a little prayer my fur babies are ok and send me some baby dust so I’ll get the Solstice present I really want.

Good luck and blessings, Prana

Sean and have recently come into a few bucks by almost entirely legal means. This fortunate turn of events has resulted in an almost drug induced frenzy of shopping. In the past week we’ve bought several things, things which we do not need but, and I am ashamed to say this, meerly want. Any moment I expect to be put in chains and hauled off to some kind of rehabilitation facility for people who spend money on things which aren’t neccesary to continue living. My shame is measureless.

My childhood conditioning aside we’re enjoying our toys and scaring the neighbors which in itself is a kind of gift. I don’t purposely offend people but I do enjoy the senseless discomfort of those who find hidden portents of evil in the most inane things. Namely our halloween decorations. No one has said anything yet but the daily stream of confused and worried people who stare at our yard as they walk past our slowly, as if the yard may physically attack them, is a bit of a give away.

If you asked Sean about it he would tell you that they’ve gotten a bit out of hand but that’s because he doesn’t understand the sheer child-like amusement I derive from being able to, lets say, staple ghosts to our trees. In time I think that my gentle persuasion and the lack of food will weaken his resolve and he to will be delirous with holiday cheer.

We also bought some winter underclothes (try to contain yourself), candy for the trick-or-treaters (which by my estimation will last another 2 or 3 days tops), wrapping paper and solstice cards, various decorative items for the house and best of all, a new digital camera. After two days of exhaustive research I finally decided on the only camera Amazon didn’t have in stock, the Fujifilm Finepix e550. The camera (plus a starter kit and memory card) were a good deal but it was still quite a lot more than I normally spend. But as penance I won’t actually get the camera for another month/month and a half since as I said it’s out of stock. At that time be prepared for a dulouge of photos of dust, lint and whatever else I find remotely interesting. It’s a sickness.

This next part deals in subject matter that only those with at least a sixth grade education and the maturity to say the word pianist without laughing should read. Wednesday was my very first appointment with a Gynocologist and I was so nervous I didn’t eat all day. My hands shook like they were trying to detach from my body and I really thought I might puke on the nurse. But once I met my doctor and things got going it really wasn’t all that bad. How can I explain what it’s like to go to an OBGYN without being to graphic? Hmm…It’s rather like having an intimate encounter with a battering ram. The good news is the doc thinks he knows whats wrong with me and is being very proactive about getting me all kinds of knocked up. This Saturday I go in for an ultrasound. I’m very excited.

Keep your fingers crossed for me. Good luck and blessings, Prana

This past week Sean and I started walking in the afternoon since it’s finally cool enough to go outside. It’s still as hot as the devils cojones (That’s not exactly how I said it to Sean but I’m trying to be a lady here; my Grandma might read this) but it’s tolerable. We’re trying to lose a little (ok a lot) of excess insulation in order to improve our odds of getting pregnant and also to be healthier. Starting Monday I’ll be adding a half hour of aerobics a day and we’ll see where it goes from there. I’m a much healthier person than most people are (despite my size) but I have a hard time exercising, or to be more specific sticking to it. I get discouraged easily and need both encouragement and participation from others to continue which is why we’re walking together. So far this week alone we’ve seen two rainbows, a funny little beetle, several kinds of wildflower and discovered a pomegranite tree growing literally twenty feet from our garage.

Last night we went to see Serenity. I can’t say anything without giving away important plot information so let me just say that I laughed, I cried and at one point I think I may have peed a little. During one scene I squeezed Sean’s hand for a good thirty seconds so hard it may never regain feeling. I’m both satisfied with the movie and horribly traumatized. If you’ve seen the movie you know what I’m talking about. After the movie we decided to get a bite to eat, something we rarely do because of my allergies. We stopped in at the Texas Cattle Company and I wasn’t terribly impressed. We were served what was basically cafeteria food on cafeteria dishes on a dirty table. Call me picky but I expect more for thirty bucks. The waitress was nice though and, as usual, we left a nice note and a generous tip. On the way home we almost hit a cat near the apartment which made me very angry with the neighbors. I swear I really think they ought to outlaw outdoor pets with the exception of large dogs.

Today we went to the bank to add me to the bank account. They couldn’t add me because my picture ID had expired and I may be some shady con artist pretending that’s me on the ID. If you’ve seen my ID (and you haven’t because I would set it on fire before I showed anyone) you know there is no way in hell anyone, even a criminal, would pretend to be the person in the picture. ::sigh:: Anyway, next flex-Friday we’ll got to the DMV and get a new one. Sean thinks I should just go in for my drivers license. I explained that I would love to but I thought they might deny me on the grounds that I can’t drive. He didn’t seem to convinced.

Later we went to Wal-Mart and got a few Samhain decorations, some candy for the kids and a couple toys for the cats. Technically they’re for Wintereenmas but I couldn’t resist giving them a couple early. They tore into them like lions with fresh meat and I seriously thought Jayne might attack me when I took one away for a minute. Speaking of Wintereenmas Sean and I are compiling detailed lists of things we’d like. We’ve never had the room or money to really celebrate a holiday and this year we want to go all out. It may sound unromantic to give each other wishlists instead of choosing a gift on our own but this way I don’t get a toaster cozy and Sean doesn’t end up with a snowman sweater. It’ll still be a surprise since we’re shopping seperately but at least this way we’ll get stuff we actually want, like games and other games and game related accesories. And isn’t that what Wintereenmas is really about?