Viva Las Vegas

Let me first off start by saying that I had a wonderful time hanging out with C while we were in Vegas. We drank tons of daiquiris, had great sex, and walked the strip. Having said that, I would never go back to Vegas unless C was really dying to go again.

He has been talking about going to Vegas forever and when I heard my dad was going to be a part of the jewelry show I decided to book the trip. The flight out wasn't bad at all and we spent most of the first day just walking around. The next two days we just drank, walked around and played the slots. C didn't gamble at all, which I thought was odd considering he kept saying he wanted to but never did. I think everyone there just spends so much money and he didn't want to get caught up wasting it. He isn't the best gambler ever, he gets up and then instead of quitting he keeps going and loses. Now we are only talking a few hundred since we have been together because once he is done he is done. I did win about $100 though plus dinner for two at the Wynn which was worth $75. That was quite an awesome dinner.

That was about it. The last day we didn't do much. I was not happy at all with our hotel. The second night we came back from the Strip we found that our sheets were dirty and all the hotel did was change our room. There was freaking blood at the top of the sheet. We didn't even get an apology. The housekeeping supervisor told me it was probably just rust. I am sure I could have complained more and taken it higher but the truth was that I really didn't care. We didn't even buy any souvenirs. Again, it was great to get away but for how much money we spent I am sure there were other things we could have done that we would have enjoyed more.

Beta is negative!

As soon as we got off the plane this morning, Chris and I headed down to the doctor's office for my final blood draw from the miscarriage. We got the call while we were sleeping and my beta is finally negative and we are a go to try again as soon as I get my period. Yay! I will post a blog tomorrow about our trip to Vegas.

My boobs

Are back where they should be. They are sort of in between sizes right now. I went up a size when I got pregnant and those bras are a little too big, and the old ones fit even though I am bigger, but were doing nothing for me. This is the first time I can ever recall caring about how they look but they looked so good while I was pregnant that I am going to do everything I can to still make them look good. So a padded, plunge bra it is for me. I have cleavage again! WooHooo!

Beta is at 20!

I had to go to the RE today for a check up. I have a UTI, yeast infection, and lord knows what else at the moment. I have some antibiotics that should hopefully kick it all out. The good news is that my beta is at 20! I was hoping that it would be down to zero, but if last week it was at 200 on Friday and every 48 hours it is supposed to go back down in half, then it looks like I am in pretty good shape. Fingers crossed that next Wednesday it is either at 5 or under, then I will be officially no longer pregnant and we can try again.

My ultrasound showed that my uterus is back to the normal size and I have several small follies already on each ovary. This is all very good news. Now if we could just make my hooha not be broken again then we would be all set. I am hoping that it is just my IC acting up instead of actually having an infection. That would be bitching.

We are leaving in two days for Vegas and I am mostly all packed up. As long as we get up at four a.m. then we will be in business to be on our plane by 7:00. I am off to finishing watching Lost.

It's La Tolteca Day!

Wednesday is hands down my favorite day of the week. C and I have a lunch date every Wednesday afternoon and we always go to the same Mexican joint. I just love it. Chicken chimichangas, cheese dip, crappy nachos...there is not much better in life than eating here. I had a rough time last week when we went because all I could think was last time we were here I was pregnant. It has now been two weeks and I am feeling much better although I am not sure about my husband. He was the one who initially pulled me through and now he is having so much trouble expressing himself and how he feels about the miscarriage. Whenever I ask what is wrong, he just says the baby. The stats our on our side that one of these will work, that is what I keep telling him. Plus the next one will be baby C and that is the start of his first name so there you go. I also bought a memory box this weekend and put all of baby B's things into it. I have to finish writing in the pregnancy journal about what happened but there is no rush. It is not like I am going to forget anytime soon.

In other news, I stopped bleeding last Friday and as of today I am already having O pains. I am on cycle day 10, so I should ovulate any day now and then after I get my period we can get on with the fun stuff. I know I haven't blogged much recently but with the constant visits I am going to need a place to "talk it out" and this is going to be it! Get ready for the daily craziness that is me.

Update

I haven't posted on here since we found out that we were pregnant so you don't know that we miscarried at 6w5d due to a blighted ovum. It's been two weeks since we found out that there was something wrong with our little peach. The gestational sac grew, but nothing grew inside of it. The RE said it was most likely due to some sort of chromosomal error.

Now we wait a month and then we are starting clomid next cycle. I am excited and scared to death at the same time that I will lose it again. Next time around we are not going to tell anyone until we hear a heartbeat and I don't think we will tell work until the second trimester.

Surprisingly enough I have not had trouble working which is a shocker since I work at the welfare office. I think I became numb to my clients a long time ago. People who are pregnant and don't want their kids bother me but they would probably bother me either way.

Our Memorial Day party was a pretty large bust. All of my friends showed, but C's didn't. One of them showed but the rest did not. We wasted so much money on food and beer and that will for sure be the last time we throw a major party again. That was the last thing Chris needed, he is upset enough as it is about the baby and then his shithead friends don't show to the party after they all said they were coming.

The dickheadest thing told to us about the miscarriage was from my friend's mother. She said now that we can get pregnant we need to work on our Karma for the rest. She claims to not know what it means, but she used it perfectly in the sentence so I am just not sure what to think. Her daughter and I haven't gotten along great for quite a while now but I still think that was uncalled for. Oh well.

Plans are stupid

Who needs a plan anyways? C's work has offered to pay for him to go back to school and get his masters. I am totally on board for him to do this. Free school, there is no guarantee that his next job will offer that also. Plus he has been talking about going back to school now forever.

I finally hit up the RE to find out what was going on with my crazy bleeding/clotting issues. They think I had an early miscarriage/chemical pregnancy back in January. I am not shocked, the thought crossed my mind but we were in Canada so it wasn't even possible to call the RE to go in and see them at the time. It's better that we will never know for sure. So, it just might be possible for me to get pregnant even though it took like two years and then I just lost it anyway. The RE wants me to switch vitamins to a perscription one in case I am not getting enough B6. They did bloodwork yesterday to see where my hormones are at now but I have not heard anything back yet. My u/s looked good so that is always a good thing.

I did not go back to work yesterday, I just chilled on the couch and watched the Lord of the Rings with my puggers. In other news I pixie cut my hair, which looks awesome and I had out of this world sex last night. Lovely.