Madame Zaritska

Madame Zaritska predicts your birth experience:

I visit a few pregnancy forums, not recommended for thos who are not pregnant unless you want to be attached by a bunch of hormonal bitches for sneezing to loud. Anyway,
The day you deliver, outside will be foggy. Your baby will arrive in the morning.
After a labor lasting approximately 9 hours, your child, a girl, will be born. Your baby will weigh about 7 pounds, 5 ounces, and will be 21 inches long. This child will have hazel eyes and be completely bald.

Considering i have about five more months to go, it will be a while to see how accurate the great computer generated psychics are , first test will be in two weeks when I have my u/s to determine the sex.

Star Ac

Here in France we have the cross between Big Brother and American Idol, it is neither really but a bit of both called Star Academy. You have 16 students to begin with, mixture of boys and girls. All live in a big-ass chateau together. They go to classes for singing, dancing, acting, exercise plus direction helping them make the best of their performances. At the beginningof each week they are all evaluated by a group of six judges. This year they pick six on Monday with the lowest evaluation score, and they all get a second chance on Tuesday. The lowest three then will be judged Friday. One will be chosen by the public to stay, one by the other students and one will go...adieu! This goes on till there are two. Anyway I'm an on/off fan. I don't bother myself to watch it everyday, I haven't decided who I really like this year but there are several I can't stand to look at. (like Cynthis, god I must cover my eyes each time, sorry)

Baby Pic

OK after the talk of the ivf below I want to share my 8 week scan pic as I love it. I have had a 12 week scan pic also (well 8 of them) but the first pic is my favorite. I have a doc appointment tomorrow evening to do some talking and paperwork and hopefully to make the appointment for the next scan so we can see the sex of the baby.

Not really much to say today, just posting so I could post the pic lol. The only thing on our mind, besides the baby, is waiting for the results of Regs job interview and where we'll decide to move, depending on the results. If he gets the job, we will move to Poitier, if not we'll stay here for now. I'm really hoping for Poitier though! i'll post more on that later :)

IVF

Now when i first started this blog it was to track my experience in conceiving a child or trying to conceive a child. I never really went through with updating it because look I'm lazy. I have good intentions but I just forget to update or think I'll do it later and then when I go to do it later I forget what I wanted to say and all that blah. So here is a quick synopsis of what happened:

April 2005: visited a fertility specialist about getting my tubes reversed. They had been cut or tied or both since 1993 when I was 24 years old right after the c-section of my second child. At the time of visiting my specialist I was 35. I went for my lap and dye, very painful let me tell you to have that dye inserted inside of you so that they can get a good look at your fallopian tubes through exray. The exrays were inconclusive so my doctor had scheduled surgery to go in and take a look at what we were dealing with.

July 2005: had my surgery, small, three incisions, one over each ovary and one in my belly button. Unfortunately my uterus is badly tilted and he couldn't see anything. So he referred me to another specialist. The other specialists told us he could do the surgery but there was no guarantee. First he wasn't sure how close to the ovaries the tubes were cut, if too close reparation would be impossible. Even if he was able to repare the tubes it could take up to two or more years to conceive anyway as the older you are, the healing takes longer and we couldn't try before 6-12 months anyway. He said I could be near the age of 38-39 before I conceived and told us about IVF (FIV here). He explained they had an excellent team in Marseille, one of the best in France. He explained how the first ivf baby is now 24 there. So told us to think about it and let our other specialist (since he is also a obgyn) what we would like to do.

July 2005 still: went to see the doctor, told him ivf is what we wanted. Let me explain a bit here, if the operation didn't work, ivf was the next option. which means we could be delaying it if opting for an operation that might not work. So the doctor told us that the ivf doctor would need to approve us before beginning. He gave us the name and faxed our paperwork over.

Sept 2005: we were approved and after a few things to get straight, paperwork and insurance since four treatments of ivf are fully covered here, going to seminars to learn what we would go through and then waiting on my period to regulate we were ready for our first ivf treatment to start in December!

December/January: we had our first ivf treatment, I was over medicated, extremely heavy and sore and unfortunately it did not work

March 2006: talked with our ivf doctor, I needed to have one more full periods (three periods before each ivf is recommeneded) and then I could start my second ivf try.

May/June 2006: started my second ivf, everything went well, medication was lower dosed, went onto successfully conceive and am now 14 weeks pregnant. I will admit I wondered if ivf would really work for me, it seemed like it only happened to others or in movies. I'm really glad I was on of the lucky

If you want to read more details about my ivf experience, the link is to the right, IVF: Trying for Baby.

The bidet incident. What the hell is a bidet?

Well that is one question I never thought of when I lived in the states. So imagine my confusion upon seeing one in the bathroom of my then fiancé (now my husband), who we will call R for now.I arrived in France with no real knowledge of what to expect, further details on that will come later though. Today's story is the bidet incident. When we had arrived at R's flat I had asked him, where is the bathroom? Simple question you would think. I mean if someone asks me where the bathroom is, I assume they need to use the toilet, at least I hope that is what they need to do and not snoop through my things or shoot up some drugs lol!Anyway, he pointed to what appeared to be the bathroom, so I walk on in and close the door. First I have to look around of course, and snoop! I mean, this is my new home and I have to see just how clean he is (later I learn a little too clean for my laziness lol). Very neat bathroom, clean sink, which thrilled me. My parents bathroom sink was beyond gross when I was a teenager (although now they have changed thank god!). They would smoke and do their hair in the bathroom, and I mean both parents (stories of my father hair-capades are destined to come later, I assure you) and there was hair and ashes everywhere.But back to the incident. Well I look to my right, beside the sink and see what appears to be a toilet shaped thing connected to the floor but with no seat, lid or bowl filled with water. Instead, it seemed to be a toilet shaped sink, complete with faucets and stopper. Confused I looked at it several minutes, really needing to pee at this point but having no clue what I was looking at. Finally I said to myself, I cannot hold it any longer, so I sat down, well squatted really cause I was scared and did my business. Well there was no toilet paper, obviously, so I had to do that little shake since I saw no kleenex anywhere near. Still dazed but what I was assuming was the toilet, I ran the water in it to clean it. Then I thought, my god what if I would have had to take a crap? Where the hell does that go?As I was walking out of the bathroom I happened to glance to the door to my left and what did I see? Yes you guessed it, a right proper toilet! Complete with seat, lid, bowl full of clean water, handle to flush and toilet paper! Well I was totally embarrassed and there was no way in hell I was going to tell R what I had just done, so I continued my first day, ok my first three years with him without one mention of this.Today he does know and he laughs everytime he thinks of it. But I don't feel so bad because one of our good friends happened to do the same thing! He had never seen a bidet before and used it as a toilet the first time too! So although I don't feel stupid anymore I still get a good laugh out of that one.And just so you know, we bought a new flat shortly after I arrived here. The first thing I told R, "the bidet has got to go" and go it went lol. For me it is a useless piece of ceramic that collects dust and is ugly. Sure some people use them to wash their feet or their backsides, personally my shower does a much better job :)