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Today, as I mentioned, is Saturday, and JB's brother Matt is returning to Florida this afternoon. I plan to work a few hours, then drive with JB and Matt up to Minneapolis, get some lunch, take Matt to the airport, and hopefully hit the MOA (Mall of America) for a few minutes. I need to look for some shoes for Keith and AD's wedding, and my foot size limits me to just a few stores. One of these stores in Nordstram's Rack in the MOA. I will also probably hit Tall Girl while I am there. They have pants longer than I need there! (I should, however, add a side note, that I HATE the name of this store. I just love walking around with a bag screaming my body size. Like people didn't know I was tall before I held this bag. I looked around but didn't see a store called Very Short Woman. I guess they do have a Big and Tall men's store. Okay, so I won't complain.)
Anyways, after our jaunt around the mall, I will probably head BACK to work at Mayo. Most likely, church will be out tomorrow as we return to try to polish this sucker off.
JB starts his Emergency Department (ED) rotation Monday. I think this should be a fun rotation for him. He gets to do an ambulance ride along and his shifts are only nine hours which means, even when he has a few overnights, he only has to be up a maximum of nine hours (instead of 36 or whatever it is.) The bad news is, he really doesn't get many days off, however, with those short shifts, I should be able to see him plenty.
Following the ED rotation, as I briefly mentioned before, he will be on a reproductive endocrinology rotation. This should be pretty interesting because this is the month that I will be doing all my "stuff". I am excited about JB taking a turn on this rotation. It is an elective which he chose for two reasons. One of the reasons is that it counts as a surgery elective. Now JB likes surgery, however, his surgery rotations have included surgeries that take 9-12 hours! That's a long time to stand there holding a retractor. Surgeries like the one I have take an hour or so and mean a lot less time on your feet.
I truly do not know how John did these long surgeries. You are scrubbed in so you can only scratch between a certain section of your body. You can't go to the bathroom. You can't sit down. I asked him once what he did during this time, and he said the ony thing you can do is try to imagine you are somewhere else. Now, one time, they were strapped for doctors, and JB was able to scrub in on a "whipple" (is this how you spell that JB?). He said that those hours FLEW by. But unfortunately, the people on down the totem pole, often end up holding a retractor for hours at a time. And I thought coaching a three hour basketball practice was bad! Yuck!
The other reason is that he gets experience with infertility, something he will see a lot of, unfortunately, as a family practice doctor. I also think he has a special gift now, of relating and talking to these women.
So now that I thoroughly jumped topics in this post, I might as well jump again, and discuss our next cycle which is about to start. We go in and see the doctor on Friday at 8 a.m. to sign off on all the surgery stuff and how many embryos we are going to fertilize (which we still haven't decided.) Ultimately, we would like to have at least 3-4 more chances with this next cycle. We feel like we should get more embryos since they will probably use the ICSI procedure for sure (although we don't have a "severe" male factor issue like this site talks about). So the question is, do we then still tell them to fertilize 14 with the hopes that instead of , like we got last time, we get more like 8-10? Or do we go up a little bit or even drop a bit? We have to talk to the doctor a bit before we make this decision.
I must admit that at this point, it is to difficult to imagine that IVF can work. However, I know many women who got pregnant after 3, 4, and 5 tries. Either way, we both decided that we feel like 2 1/2 tries isn't really enough to adequately say that we have to give up on IVF. The whole time we have done this, we have tried to not let money be a deciding factor (and JB is much stronger about this than I am). I don't want to ever say that we didn't try again because it cost too much and that wasn't worth it. I don't think we will ever feel like our child isn't worth this money if the procedure works. I do know my approach to this next cycle is different. While I am excited, I am guarded.
Well I should take a shower, quit boring you, and head into Mayo. I'm sure I'll write more about IVF during the next four weeks, as we prepare to go at this again.
Did you know that this is how broccoli grows?
Also, please don't neglect the bank post that follows this if you haven't read it. It is in need of your comments!
I hate to make fun of people.
It’s truly not in my nature.
But today, Tara Arness said the funniest thing I can remember hearing from anyone in recent history. I don’t want to believe that me retelling the story is making fun of her. Maybe it is. However, sometimes, things are just too good to pass up.
I preface this story by telling you that Tara knows I am posting this blog. After the laughter died down, and I was able to get my breath, I asked Tara for permission to share the story with you.
She said I could as long as I then asked my loyal blog readers to pipe in. You’ll have to read through the whole blog to ascertain what it is Tara needs piping for, but the picture that started this blog revealed a clue. However, don't worry. No more trivia. It will become quickly obvious. I beg of you to be honest and don’t let me sway you whatsoever.
Okay. The scene.
We are on our way to Deorah. (We did end up going to Decorah. I’ll blog about our trip and provide some pictures later. But for now … I must stick to important points.) We are on the road in the middle of some farmland. JB and I are in the front seat of the car. Tara is in the backseat with Cole and Hunter.
“Oh,” Tara said. “I had an interesting experience yesterday at my bank.” She pauses. We wait for her to go on. “My bank has a drive thru!"
JB and I look at each other. Of course they have a drive thru. What is she talking about?
Tara goes on. "And they had these interesting tubes that they use to shoot things back and forth.”
At this point, JB and I begin studying each other, searching for what we should say. Surely Tara isn’t talking about the tubes that carry your money and checks from your car to the banker. Surely she is about to make some sort of joke.
But we were wrong. Tara goes on. “These tubes are the coolest things. Have you guys seen how these things work? I had no idea what to do. So the woman explained that I just put my check inside, hit the button, and the check would zip right to her.”
Tara, twenty-four-year-old Tara, had never used a drive-thru at a bank. Twenty-four-year-old Tara had also never used a tube system at a bank. Scratch that. She had never even seen a tube system at a bank.
Now I must pause briefly for a quick moment of digression. I understand that some of you have never met Tara so I feel it important to pause to make one point clear. Tara is NOT an airhead. The girl is an accomplished pianist and flute player who got in to Mayo Clinic. She is, honestly, brilliant. And I don't care if she is mad that I posted that. And no, Tara, you don't have to tell everyone that it is not true.
John and I couldn’t help it. We started laughing so hard. Cole and Hunter then started laughing just as loud. Not only had all four of used (or watched our parents use in the case of Cole and Hunter) the tubes at the bank more times than we could remember, we can remember using these when we were very young.
Tara couldn’t believe it. “You mean,” she started. “These are not a new invention?”
We explained that they were so un-not-new that John could recall when he was a kid, having a lollipop come back in the chute when he was in the passenger seat with his mom. (At this point Tara made a joke about how old JB and I are, however, I will skip that in order to save time.)
“Well,” said Tara, in order to defend herself. “You guys grew up in Fort Lauderdale. I must just be a small town girl.”
It was at this moment that we passed a tiny bank in the tiny town of Decorah complete with its own tube system. It was at this moment that JB and I reflected in our three years in the tiny town of Franklin (population 8,000). Our bank there? Tube system.
We tried to think of other reasons. “Were the banks you used in downtown areas?” John asked. Our downtown bank does not have a drive-thru. Surely this was the reason for her lack of experience in this area.
No, they weren’t.
“Did you never drive around the back of your bank?”
Yes, Tara said. She had. Her previous banks had never had a tube system. (We aren’t going to even comment on the fact that Tara has been using the same bank in Rochester for three years and this was still the first time that she has ever put anything in a tube.)
Okay, so here’s where you come in. Tara says that surely, she cannot be the only person in the world who did not know about tube systems at drive-thru’s at banks. So please. Post a comment. I am not telling you which side to pick. However, I must admit, the fact that I am posting this blog makes me feel quite confident in which side you will pick.
* * * * *The "cash carrier" invention sent money in little tubes traveling by air compression from location to location in a department store so that change could be made. The first device was patented (patent # 165,473) by D. Brown. The date? July 13, 1875.
The first documented genuine pneumatic tube (like we know today) was officially issued to Samuel Clegg and Jacob Selvan. In 1940!
We are planning on going to Heritage farm today. This was the farm JB took Ray, Gabbi, and Grace too last fall (while I was stuck at work). Want to reflect on their last visit to the Farm? You can! Click here for deep reflection.
Tara and the Ray boys are going with us. Veronica (aka "Victoria") is going to the Homecoming Dance tonight. With a boy. Without my approval. Just kidding. Ronnie is chaperoning the dance so this is permitted. Anyways, getting the boys out of Ebby and Victoria's hair while they prepare for the dance is part of our plan.
We are also going to visit Decorah again for a bit. I am sure you remember Decorah as well from our little side trip a few months back, but if not, you can click here to reflect. However, it is currently raining and appears it may rain all day. Yuck! We are currently trying to decide if we need to cancel our plans -- it is not supposed to be a nice day. Bummer.
Yesterday after work at Mayo, JB helped me get my computer from RLSF set up in our office. It looks great, and I can now do all my work right from home. This is extremely exciting. I am one step closer to completely being a stay-at-home writer. This has my dream for as long as I could remember, but not something I ever actually thought would happen. Being a "writer" is something people say they are, but all the while, they only have baking soda and a can of sprite in their fridge. My jobs are actually paying the bills at the same time. I can't tell you glad I am to know that if we do move to Florida, I will not have to find a job. I already have a job! I will probably look to pick up more local freelance writing there, but it wouldn't be needed. I'm pumped about this!
Last night a bunch of us went over to hang out with Hans at Rachel at her parents house and play some more Mexican Train Dominoes. Too fun! Rachel took a photo or two, but you'll have to wait until she sends them to me before I can put them on the blog. Unfortunately, I got hit with some sort of weird indigestion -- thankfully, the morning rain brought some relief to my upset stomach. Rachel always comes up with great food ideas. Last night it was "appetizer" night. Fruit, cheese and crackers, Tiquita (is that how you spell it Lesley) rolls, fresh baked bread from Tia, coconut shrimp and more graced the buffet. It was fantastic. The goodness may have led to me eating more than my stomach could handle. Oh well.
In other news, this two weeks has been the LONGEST OF MY LIFE!!!! For crying out loud. How slow can two weeks go anyway.
Also wanted to put a shout out to my goddaughter Logan who turned two this past week. Time goes by fast!!
By the way, I am still waiting.
Some lucky people are done waiting. I received some good news. An online friend who has been a great encouragement to me, found out yesterday that her second try with IVF worked. She is pregnant! Her first attempt had been negative and without any frozen embryos, this cycle required another fresh harvest. They transferred four sticky babies. Not only did it work, but her numbers were very high indicating that she probably has more than one sticky baby stickin' away. You go girl!
I have been feeling pretty good aside from two things: the first are my moods. I cry a few times a day. Warning: if you see me, don't ask me how I am doing emotionally because I will start crying. This coming from a girl who, prior to infertility treatments, cried less than a few times a year! What has happened to me? Oh, well they have forced my body to ovulate and forced my body into early menopause, and then forced my body into pregnancy. Every time I tell JB I don't know why I am crying he says, "Hmmmm .... could it be that you are on a thousand hormones and possibly pregnant?"
I just stomp my foot and walk out. No! That is NOT Jay-Bee!
JB is very helpful. If a TV commercial comes on that he knows will set me off, he quickly changes the channel before I start to cry. (Even something as basic as a detergent commercial could cause me to cry.) (This is not a joke.)
If I am browsing online he asks, "Will this website be helpful?" If it is something on IVF stats ... it is probably not helpful.
And he has attempted, despite the heavy studying he has had to do, to listen to me when I do feel the need to talk about things that there are currently no answer for.
The second slight issue is my back. I am taking these shots in my back. Yesterday, I had a really rough day with my back, however, I feel blessed that I woke up this morning feeling much better. My best guess is that the stupid way I have been walking in order to prevent my sore lower back from hurting (are you following here?) had caused me to basically pull my back out. Yesterday morning, it got so bad, I had to email Dave and Lesley and request the loan of their jeep to drive three blocks to RLSF since JB had taken our car to take his Boards. I couldn't bend more than forty-five degrees. How pitiful is that?! (Pitiful refers to the inability to bend and the need to drive three blocks.)
Some of you have asked when we find out. My only answer is next week. We find out sometime next week. Which day? Ummm ... (this is Wendi stalling because she doesn't want to answer). Basically, we aren't telling. Just like last time, whichever way this ends up going, we want to deal with it privately first, and then invite the public to share with us. I'm sure you understand. Those of you smart people out there, who even figured out last IVF that I was lying about the day we got our results (Gabbi! Kelsey!) probably know what day we find out. That's okay. My only request is that you pray and wait for us to give the news.
Next week I am going to be having some guest-bloggers to help pass the time while we are digesting our life privately and also while we head to Chicago. Tuesday my cousin Justin will be entertaining you. Wednesday, my buddy Tara will be entertaining you. Thursday, my cousin Josh will be making a return visit. So far, no one has agreed to follow-up Josh. In fact, both Justin and Tara said they would only go if they were able to blog prior to the almighty Joshie Poo. Any takers? We need some other guest-bloggers. Anyone? Lesley, Tara suggested you. You up for it? How about you Mom? (Oh man, if I know my mom, she just started feeling sick to her stomach.)
We are heading to Chicago for another test for JB on Thursday next week. He is taking his Clinical Skills exam in downtown Chicago on Friday. We plan to get a hotel in downtown Chicago on Thursday evening, and then I will spend Friday with family while he takes his test. John's brother Matt is actually flying into Chicago on Sunday (this all gets very complicated). He and JB are going to go camping with Ronaldo Ray from the next Monday through Thursday, so Matt will make the drive back to Rochester with us. What a guy! I will then return to my blog on Sunday.
Not that I might not appear before that. I might. You'll just have to keep checking in to see when we decide to blog our announcement. Hmmm ... do you feel frustrated at having to wait for answer?! JOIN THE CLUB!
Did I mention I am still waiting?