The 123s of me (or my 100th blog post!!!)

In an attempt to do something clever, but not presumptuous, for my 100th blog post, I’m going to explain the meaning of some numbers in my life from 1 to 100. I won’t do all the numbers (as in I won’t presume that you care enough to read 100 things about me, nor that I could think of 100 things to write) but I hope that tying in the numbers will be clever somehow. We shall see…

1 is the number of partners I’ve had in my life. You read that correctly. Mi.Vida is pretty much the first and only person I’ve ever been with. There was my high school boyfriend (of two weeks) and a few people in college that I wished were boyfriends, but I’ve never really had another significant other. Pretty crazy, right?

2 times I’ve been pregnant. The first was ectopic and such a devastating experience. The second has been a blessing that I will never take for granted.

3 children is what I hope to have some day. I’m still working on convincing Mi.Vida that we can have more than two and not lose our minds (and all our money).

4 little ones lost to my mother. My younger sister Stephanie died when she was two months old, after being born with severe health complications. My mom also lost three boys, some as late as 5 months, before she had my younger sister. My mother’s reproductive story very much colored my own expectations and experiences towards TTC, pregnancy and childbirth.

5 years I’ve taught Spanish full time. I kind of fell into this position but I love it and I hope to be a Spanish teacher for a long time to come.

6 years I’ve lived in my current apartment. We’re in the middle of overhauling it in preparation for the baby. It’s small and kind of falling apart in some ways, but it’s also in a great neighborhood and rent controlled, which means I only pay $100 more a month now than I did when I signed the lease six years ago.

7 is my favorite number, mostly because I was born on 7.17 but also because I just love it. I write my seven’s like a European, with a line through the stem.

8 is the number of the proposition that keeps Mi.Vida and I from getting married. When Prop 8 is overturned, and everyone can get married, then we will too.

9 seasons worth of X-Files were watched by me, and many season have been watched by me, in their entirety, again. That is 201 episodes. I really, really, really loved that show… and I still do.

10 months old is my meow meow. She has gotten us through some pretty rough times and continues to be an incredible addition to our family.

13 countries I’ve visited or lived in. They are, in no particular order: The United States, Mexico, Costa Rica, Canada, Spain, France, England, Scotland, Italy, The Netherlands, Czech Republic, Hungary, Hong Kong, Singapore, Japan, Thailand, Malaysia, and Indonesia.

14 quarters gets you a load of laundry on the machines in our building. Sometimes you have to add an extra two quarters to the dryer really get the load done though. We change quarters by the hundreds of dollars. Oh, to have an in unit washer a dryer… a girl can dream.

16 years I’ve been a student of Spanish. Sure I’ve also been a teacher, but I always be a student. I’m sure my love affair with the Spanish language will never end.

20 x $1,000 is the amount of money, about, I’ll spend on graduate school. It’s totally going to be worth it though… right?!

22 weeks pregnant am I. Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m that lucky.

23 hours is the duration of the longest plane ride I’ve ever taken, from California to Hong Kong (back in the 90’s when planes didn’t fly as fast). My dad used to take our watches and we weren’t allowed to ask how long we’d been on the plane or how long until we got off. We were told we’d live the entirety of our lives in the sky so there was no point in contemplating life after landing.

29 birthdays I’ve seen come and go. I can’t believe I’m coming up on the big 3-0. Man does time fly.

33 minutes to walk to my in-laws house (give or take a few minutes). That is going to be SO nice when the baby comes.

40 minutes to drive to my parents house (sans traffic). We are so lucky to be so close to both sides of our family.

42 is the “the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.”

44 first cousins to call my own. 39 of them are on my mother’s side; she has 11 brothers and sisters and they all have at least two children. On my dad’s side I have 5, which brings the grand total number of cousins to 44. Most of them live in St. Louis, MO and we visit there about once every year or two. I love my large extended family, though when my mom’s side gets together, with spouses and their kids (and their kids’ kids) there are almost 200 of us! We need to start wearing name tags.

48 blog subscriptions in my google reader. I love reading other people’s blogs, it makes me feel a part of a community of people that I feel I understand and that understand me. I really hope that I can continue to read blogs and write my own for a long time to come.

50 months Mi.Vida and I have been together. Best 50 months of my life, by far.

53 times, give or take, I went to acupuncture appointments since I started TTC. If I multiply that number by the cost of a visit I might just cry my eyes out.

60+ minutes it takes me to get home most afternoons. The sad thing is I’m usually sitting in traffic for a bridge I’m not even trying to cross.

78 contacts in my gmail account. I probably don’t know who 1/3 of them are, and 1/10 are probably repeat addresses.

84 years old and still happy as can be is my grandmother. My Nai-Nai (as we call her) has taught me a lot about seeing the good in life and living it with gratitude and joy. I hope I’m as strong, independent and fulfilled at 84 as my grandmother is.

96 Nissan 200SX is what I drive. We’re going to get rid of it and get a Honda Accord before the baby is born. Nothing new or fancy but it will have four doors and side airbags, and hopefully less than 10 years on the road.

100 blog posts have been written on this blog since it’s inception six months ago. I hope to write 100 more!

I hope you enjoyed my 100th blog post. If you leave a comment, tell me a significant number in your life and what it means!

BUENAS NOTICIAS – I’m going to see the nutritionist tomorrow. I hope she has some good advice for me.

Well, it wasn’t a total waste

During 3rd period today I got an *urgent* voicemail from my obgyn’s office telling me that my appointment had been cancelled because the woman I was going to see had fallen ill and had to go home. Needless to say I was very upset because I had spent all morning getting everything ready for my absence that afternoon. When I called back I got a new appointment for Wednesday at 1:50, which actually works really well because we have short days on Wednesdays and I won’t have to miss any class to make that appointment. I promptly called both teachers who were covering me this afternoon and told them that they didn’t have to come. I also called Mi.Vida and told him the appointment had been cancelled.

About 20 minutes later the office called again and said they could fit me in for a 1:30 well visit, during which we’d have an ultrasound. I said okay, called back both teachers and Mi.Vida to tell them it was back on and was stoked to be getting the hell out of dodge early again. Oh and all of this was happening during my last class before lunch, with students in the room.

So we went to the appointment and everything looked great. The doctor was small, old and very Jewish (for some reason I was really struck by an OB wearing a yamaka). He did have a great line, when I answered the “What was the date of your last period” with 9/11 (which has been eliciting responses from all the nurses I’ve given it to) he said, very quickly and very dryly, “Oh, so it was 8 years ago.” I really thought that was funny and both Mi.Vida and I laughed quite a bit.

Anyway, back to the important stuff. So we had another ultrasound and saw our Frijolito (that means “little bean” in Spanish – and happened to be the main character’s name on a telenovela I used to watch religiously) on the monitor. He definitely looked bigger and the yolk sac was very distinct. And… (drum roll please)… we definitely saw the flutter of a little heartbeat! I was so excited. At exactly six weeks Frijolito measured 6w4d, which we were told was fine. I’m so relieved and so happy that things are going great so far.

I got both the regular flu shot and the N1H1 shot today on my way out. I’ve never had a flu shot so I hope I don’t feel crappy over the weekend. But I’m happy to get it over with.

When we got home, we had another surprise in store for us. Squeaks was playing with a dead rat, a small rat to be sure, but a rat nonetheless. I’m pretty sure it was a rat and not a mouse because it was pretty big, and I just recently saw a huge rat running along with wall of our laundry/trash room under the building. I also have swept up some rat/mouse poop along with loose cat litter around Squeak’s potty box, so I guess this was inevitable. Mi.Vida is pretty upset, as he has had to deal with rat infestations before. I have to say, I’m not letting myself stress out too much, though I do want to call the vet and see if this means we should give Squeaks a rabies vaccination. Oh Squeaks, earning your keep.

So that is all I have to report for the time being. We got two new pictures of Frijolito but we’re finishing up a couple-night babysitting gig on the Peninsula tonight and I don’t think they have a scanner. I promise to post the pictures when I return home again this weekend. Tomorrow morning we’re heading over to Berkeley bright and early for the Cal game. My very good friend is in town from NYC and she will be around all day tomorrow, so I’m excited about that. I also have a ton of grad school work to keep me busy on Sunday.

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.

BUENAS NOTICIAS – I’m really happy that they were able to fit us in today, despite the last minute cancellation of the original appointment. And I’m very thankful that the prenatal visit was scheduled soon, but at a very convenient time. That really is serendipitous.

My First Beta (and some mega cute meow)

I got my first beta test results today. The NP who ordered them for me was adamant: she wasn’t going to call me with either until I’d had both, because one number “means nothing.” Well I see your point, but my intention is to compare it with my last pregnancy, thank you very much. And I don’t care if you can argue all day about it not meaning anything when compared to my last pregnancy, because I need to know SOMETHING! So I called some unsuspecting Kaiser representative and she told me what it was. And it was…

(…drum roll please….)


This number makes me happy. This number gives me hope. I was at 19DPO yesterday when I got my blood drawn. Last time I got my blood drawn at 18DPO and it was 100. At 22DPO it was 400. So it was doubling at the time, but those numbers are MUCH lower than a 19DPO of 3170. I repeated it three times on the phone, the last time clarifying three thousands, one hundred seventy? When I was sure I wasn’t messing up the order of the numbers, and she confirmed the result, I was elated. Oh unsuspecting Kaiser representative… you made my day.

Anyway, I know it doesn’t really mean anything. I know you can have very high betas and still have an ectopic. But I also know that last time I had much lower numbers than this time and it gives me hope that this time will be different. That at least this time it won’t be in my tube. Oh, please, please let it not be in my tube! I really feel good about that number. For the first time since I got my BFP last week, I feel truly positive. I’m so glad I pushed for the beta test. So glad.

Anyway, that is all I really have to report today. I got my first beta and it makes me hopeful. That is fine for one day. I think I’ll post some cute pictures of Squeaks, since this post is a little on the light side. She’s much more fun to look at than I am to read anyway.

BUENAS NOTICIAS – Blaine Ray, the man who created TPRS (the method I use to teach Spanish) came to teach two of my classes today. My kids were great and he was very impressed with our social contract, good news and hand shaking at the door. It made me feel really nice to have a teacher who doesn’t know me tell me I’m doing an amazing job. Thanks Blaine Ray!

A Muppet Meow Morning

This morning Squeaks delighted us with some of her uncontrollable cuteness. What a great way to start a Sunday. Sometimes when she’s being super cute, her head bobs around and she looks like a Muppet. Today, with her paws sticking out from under the blanket, she was definitely a Muppet Meow.

Another thing I’m thankful for

Photo 110I’m so thankful for my little meow. I’ve wanted to have a cat or dog for so long, but we live in a tiny apartment and a dog would have no where to relieve itself during the day. Of course, that would only be an issue if we were able to have a dog, which we weren’t. We weren’t allowed to have a cat either, but after my ectopic, I was so despondent that I broke down and basically begged my landlord to let us have a cat. I told him about our ectopic and how long we had been trying and how hard it had been. I laid myself prostrate before him. And it worked! Two weeks later he said we could have “one house cat” and a week after that we picked Squeaks up from the SPCA. She has been an amazing addition to our family; now that she is with us I can’t remember what life was like before. Mi.Vida is totally and completely enamored of her, reminding me every day what a great dad he’ll be. When I walk up to the apartment every afternoon, knowing she’ll probably be on her perch at the window ready to greet me, I’m filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling. I’m so, so grateful that we were allowed to get our meow. She has brought me joy, calm, patience and appreciation. Thank you Squeaks!

Getting Settled

Happy Monday! I can’t believe the weekend is already over and it’s Monday once again. I also can’t believe this is my 10th blog post! I feel like I’ve found myself here and I hope others have found something worthwhile as well.

Well we made it down to my folks’ house yesterday, kitten and all. Mi.Vida is staying up at the apartment tonight as he has a late meeting with the folks involved in his music blog/website. He’s not sure if he’ll make it down tomorrow or not, as he has yet another meeting with the same people on Monday night. I do know that I’m going to miss him dreadfully until he returns.

Squeaks, as I call our kitten in this blog, is doing well in the new house. She is a bit skittish and all over the place but she seems to be coping fine. She slept next to me while I attempted to start my grad school work. Unfortunately I was not very successful. She slept okay last night, and I hope she doesn’t destroy anything while she’s here. She not generally a scratcher or a chewer but she is not generally in unknown houses either. We shall see what happens. All I know is everything at my parents’ house is considerably more expensive than at our dinky little apartment. I hope we’re not writing them any exorbitant checks at the end of our stay.

I am saving a little money this week though. First of all, on Friday I canceled acupuncture because I hate going when I’m actually having my period as it feels like kind of a waste. So I saved on the cost of the appointment and on the herbs, which I’m not going to miss out on because I have small amounts left from past months that I can take until next week. I also had to cancel therapy this Wednesday because I’ll be down in Redwood City and I’m not going to drive all the way to San Francisco in rush hour (both ways) for one appointment. I’ll just have to post an extra blog entry to get me through. Now don’t get me wrong – both acupuncture and therapy are very beneficial, but not going every once in a while is like a breath of fresh air on the financial front. It also saves me quite a bit of extra time. So I’m pleased that this week I’ll have more money in the bank and more time to get things done.

The time component is especially important since I did not get much done on the grad school paper front last night. It wasn’t for lack of trying, but I just couldn’t come up with an idea. I have to write a lesson plan and I just couldn’t think of an activity to base it on. I hope I can find some inspiration at school tomorrow because I have to get on that ASAP! Oh grad school, why are you so relentless?

On a TTCing note, I did not take my temperature the last three days because I was having my period and it was the weekend and I was not about to wake up at 5:45am under those circumstances. I realized when I got down here that I forgot my thermometer and decided I was not going to go out and get a new one so I also did not temp today. That is a huge release of control for me, I don’t think I haven’t temped for three straight days since I started TTC. But the reality is, my CD2-4 temps don’t mean that much and the world will keep turning even without three dots on my BBT chart. I’ll get a new thermometer today and start temping tomorrow and all will be right in the world (as least as right as it would have been) and I’ll still be TTC, despite my delinquency. It feels good to accept this and move on. It is nice to know I can relinquish control every once in a while. In the meantime I’ll focus on work and grad school and Squeaks and being back at the rent’s place for the first time in a long time. And all the while I’ll be day dreaming of gleaming bathtubs and unstained linoleum floors.