Jul 18, 2009

adventures in "vintage" clothes shopping

I was shopping in the Salvation Army today. We are having a retro birthday party for our friend tomorrow, and everyone is going all out with outfits and everything. (This crowd is all about the theme. Don't mess.)

So I'm wandering around in the store and I realized I didn't know how to shop there. I was in awe of the strange and wonderful way they separate the clothes. I mean, who DOESN'T need a smart pair of slacks? With a jazzy little blouse I suppose.

But please, if you EVER find me as a regular shopper in the "Elastic Waist" section, just shoot me on the spot and put me out of whatever misery I am obviously enduring.


I found a hot pink slip on shoe at the end of the shoe aisle. There was only one. I said to DH- "This is perfect! You have GOT to help me find the other shoe!" The lady working overheard and said, "Oh, I've got the other one here behind the counter. We like to keep the good ones separate like that."


Whoa. So many thoughts. I will give her a courtesy do over in determining the shoe is a "good" one. But I must also note that it cost $4 for the pair. And I never realized what a problem Salvation Army used shoe theft must be.


As we went up to pay, there was a guy at the counter on the phone checking out. I heard him say, "No man. I'm not going home. I'm picking up Sara something and then I'm going to her place for a bit." So I look down at his purchase just as the lady asks him, "Do you want a bag for that?" "No." And he grabbed up his handful of Salvation Army lingerie to take to his girl.

Yeah. Any time things are feeling rough, just remember the poor girl whose man stopped at the Salvation Army to pick her up a little something on his way over for his booty call. Yikes.

Jul 17, 2009

heterochromia, a haunted earth, and the dungeon

Welcome to the July 16th version of Thursday Thunks!

This week we will answer some crazy questions brought to you by
Kimber, the number 15 and the color of windows.


1. Do you know anyone with heterochromia? Does it freak you out or do you think it's interesting?
I'm pretty sure that picture there must be of Tammy's old cat. I don't remember it's actual name because I always called it Acid Trip. It had eyes just like that, and used to sit on the back of the couch staring at the wall. The cat was freaky. Eyes were the least of its issues.

2. Should a 5th face be added to Mount Rushmore? If so, who?
Do people really visit that? Who's on it now? You know there's like a ton of actual interesting things to look at besides one or two hundred year old dead presidents, right?

3. If you could live on any planet other than earth, which one would you choose and why?
I wonder how many people are going to take the cheap shot - Uranus. Ba dum dum. Rimshot. I'm going to pick Venus. Because I guess that's where women are from.

4. We're going to spend the night at a reportedly haunted location, are you going with us?
Heeeeeeeck no. I don't like the scary. Anyone seen that new trailer for Orphan? What IS wrong with Esther???? I already can't sleep just wondering about THAT. And you want me to go hang in a cemetary or something? Uh, Nooooo way.

If so, which reportedly haunted place are we going?
You'll be sleeping out in a cemetary on an old grave. I'll be at home cowering under the sheets trying to figure out what's wrong with Esther. That creepy little orphan really bothers me. (No offense to orphans. Or women named Esther.)

5. Did you play The Queen's Meme this week? If so, was it fair of The Queen to put Berleen in the dungeon by association with Kimber? (We all know Kimber deserved it, but Berleen?!)
Well, no I did not. Should I have? What's everybody think?

6. What color is the towel(s) hanging in your bathroom?
periwinkle. Like this text color I am using now.

7. Tell us something funny that happened to you recently.
Ack!! It's too hard to be funny on command!

8. We just bought you a cow. Do you kill it & grill it, feed it & milk it, or sell it?
I walked it down the hill and snuck it onto the cow farm to be cared for by someone more able. The rest of those options sound too much like work.
Plus, presuming you bought it at the cow farm down the hill, that farmer just totally scored. Go him.

9. It's 115 degrees outside (46 degrees Celsius), are you able to go without Air Conditioning?
How's that crack you're smoking? Good? Enjoying yourself? Now give me my damn air conditioning and walk away before I really snap.

10. When you visit the zoo do you wonder which animal tastes better with a bit of butter & spices?
Oh my. No. I wonder which cages I can sneak into without getting eaten. And the one's where I'm sure I'll get eaten, I assess how long it might take after I snuck in before I get eaten. Perhaps the lions are looking at ME thinking, "She would be a pretty tasty morsel with some butter and spices....."

11. Dog ate your homework/work papers. Does it crap out Shakespeare, quantum physics, or just crap?
It's going to crap out my fist for eating my stuff.
(Oh man, I can just hear the clicks of the animal activists leaving my site...If it makes you feel any better, I know enough not to own a dog.)

12. We are taking you to a broadway show, what are we going to see?
Take me to see anything you want. I love live theater, music, art, performances of any kind. Just for kicks, it's your choice this time around. Ok fine - Rent! Geez, you're so indecisive!

13. Gunshots in your neighborhood. Pop, pop, pop. Do you go out to take a look, or hide?
Actual gunshots, or Larry setting off fireworks, or Tony's car backfiring? The latter two are much more likely to be the source. I think actual gunfire would catch me so off guard I just may get caught in the crossfire. Shortly before I pack up my sh%t and move.

Jul 16, 2009

surrogacy, ivf, hormones, and all the stuff they don't talk about

I was talking with a mom this week about the after affects of IVF. She used IVF to conceive her daughter, and two years later is still struggling with issues associated with it. I have the same problem. Talking with her was like having light bulb after light bulb go on. First of all, it's been TWO years, and nobody has talked to me about this? Strange. Secondly, if this is a common or "normal" after effect, why have I never heard about it from anyone? My research on any topic borders on obsessive. I read and read until I can't read anymore about everything. I don't recall ever reading anything about this beforehand. What I know is, something changed.

I went into the surrogacy with what I would call a hypersensitivity to hormone levels and changes to begin with. This was further supported by the fertility doctors inability to get an accurate handle on what my body was doing and how it was reacting to hormone treatments for three cycles before having the confidence to proceed with the embryo transfer. And of course the implantation was successful on the first attempt. So with that in mind, I already had somewhat of an awareness that I was particularly sensitive to hormone shifts.

The science involved to be a gestational surrogate are what can only be described as unnatural. I was taking one course of hormones to produce an optimal uterine lining for embryo implantation while simultaneously taking a course of hormones to stop ovulation. It was putting my body out of sync with itself - working against itself if you will. How anyone discovered and perfected such a process is a miracle to me.

While having an understanding of this process going in, there was no discussion about what might happen after the fact. The pregnancy was normal. I was certainly sicker during the first trimester as I was still on hormone supplements during that time. Once I was off of them though, it was pretty typical. The labor and delivery was different than my first two, but I think that was independent of the fact that it was a surrogacy. Each delivery I have had has provided a chance to learn and improve. I would call this last one my most empowering and was such a wonderful accomplishment to me to do it without medical intervention. So much so I think that I would be thankful to do it again.

The postpartum period was horrific - due to several contributing factors. It wasn't until speaking with a friend who had experienced a late term miscarriage vocalized it for me that I understood some of what I was feeling. She reminded me that my body was reacting like I was caring for a new baby, but was not. I was tired mentally and physically, and my milk coming in was distressing in a way I cannot describe. I did not sleep at night, didn't eat. The things that distract one from a typical PPD were not there - forcing yourself to care for the baby, entertain visitors, preparing a nursery, etc. I was left with my postpartum body and my thoughts. I got over it by returning to work, healing, spending time with friends, therapy, medication.

Two years later though the hormonal changes are still there. Every pregnancy leaves its mark, there are always changes. This time I feel like my hormones are simply out of balance. I can't change from one environment to the other - hot to cold, inside to outside, high humidity to low - and I start sweating uncontrollably. My skin is sooooo dry. My hair has changed texture. I CANNOT lose weight. I am frequently tired and worn out. I am NOT depressed. I have been depressed, and this is not it.

Expressing these concerns with my doctors has resulted in testing with results of "normal." I may have NEVER been normal, but I am quite certain that THIS isn't it. I would put some effort into pursuing an endocrinologist, but just can't work the effort into this venture yet.

I can't imagine that I am not alone in what has happened to me, and discussing it this week with the other mom only confirmed that. I am not sure what the next step will be. If this family honors me with the opportunity to surrogate for them again, I would know better what to expect. There are so many reasons that an experienced surrogate is better than a first timer, although I had no idea of this going in. We'll have to see what happens.

I haven't had the opportunity to be as involved as I would like in their lives since they had the baby. This is the function of many things. It's ok, and probably for the best I suppose. It is not exactly as I might have imagined that though. We are at the age that the divide between those of us with older children, those of us with babies and toddlers, and those of us with no children at all becomes more obvious. I've been on all sides of it, and can understand.

Because of our intersecting circles, most of our friends don't really talk about it in terms of the surrogacy, only in regards to the baby. This is the way it should be for them I think. For me though, it helps to talk about things. I have a decreasingly small group of people who listen and talk with me and work through the real stuff. I like to talk about it though. It is not upsetting to me. Even if some of this stuff sounds negative or bad, it's really not. They are just the reality of what happens. And people should know. Maybe someone new doing this will google the right terms and come up with the post and know a little more what to expect. I welcome comments and questions, and any discussion that follows.

Jul 14, 2009

bucket list

I seem to be all into lists lately, so here is another. I have been motivated in several ways to start formulating a life list. A "Bucket List" if you will. There are so many things I want to accomplish in life, and I am realizing more and more that having the victory of completing some of these things provides satisfaction and fulfillment in ways that I am so lacking right now. So, here are a few things off the top of my head for now as I begin to ponder this further...

Spend a month in Europe
Lose 100 pounds
Run a 5K
Make my house clutter free
Own a vacation property
Have a job title I am proud of (Possibly SAHM)
Receive a piece of art (or song or ???) inspired by me
Have a professional portrait shoot in the style I have been studying
Attend a live taping of a show
Have a best friend for whom I am also a best friend
Have more published writing
Teach my children to be better people than I have been