Wiegand Writes

I've never been a fan of carrying a rabbit's foot. I refuse to spend my entire life searching for four leaf clovers. I despise ladybugs (all bugs, really). I don't have a special pair of underwear or socks. I will admit that I have been known to, on occasion, pick up pennies (only if heads up). The truth is that the only "good luck" charm to have ever served me well is the number 3. In high school, I used to sport a pendant of the number 3 on a necklace. It was the number on my basketball jersey. (I used to be so superstitious that I would bounce the ball three times before shooting a foul shot!) So yea, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited that our third insemination took place on August 3rd. We arrived at our appointment a little before 7:30. Meg checked in and told them she was there for an IUI. We ate breakfast (english muffins, woo hoo!) and attempted to solve more of the mystery picture puzzles (did I mention how much I hate these??). It wa...

Our sperm is expected to arrive at the doctors within the next couple of hours (according to the fed ex tracking number) RMA will sign off on it and call Meg upon receipt, thereby bringing us one step closer to insemination day. With a little luck our lives will be forever changed. (Fingers crossed) Focusing our energy on eating right and exercising has helped to take our mind off of things (ah, who am I kidding..we're still counting down the days!!) As of this morning we're both down 2+ pounds (give or take) so obviously we're doing something right. I think we might even go for a swim tonight!!! Alas, the moment you've been waiting for...here is one of our favorite snack recipes... Stuffed Dates 2-3 Fresh Medjool dates (per person) 1-2 tablespoons of peanut butter (we use Peanut Butter and Co's The Bee's Knees) 1/4 cup of oats Directions Slice the dates down the center and remove the pit. Stuff each date with peanut butter. Sprinkle with oats. Enjoy...

When we initially chose a donor, we chose someone without prior pregnancies. It wasn't the reason we chose him, but (as dumb as it might sound) we weren't sure how we felt about our child having brothers and sisters out in the world.  So yea, now we're here, back at square one and we can't help but think the sperm is the problem.  Before our last IUI, the doctor told us that the sample had 50 million sperm with 40% motility. I read that anything less than 60% is low motility, but I don't know how that equates to frozen specimen. No worries, I'm going to do some research... After about our 6th negative HPT, I started going onto CCB's (California Cryobank) site and looking for other donors. I couldn't find one. I then stumbled on to Fairfax Cryobank's website. At Fairfax, the have a face-matching program where you can upload a picture of yourself and it will generate a list of donors with similar features. It's far from an exact science (I uplo...

Since we were on the topic of sperm (and the fact that my best friend says I need to blog more) I figured I would tell you how we chose our donor. It wasn't an easy decision (I hope you're sitting down...this might take a while) Originally we thought we wanted to go with a known donor (a person who we know personally) for a couple reasons. The first reason being that we (and by we, I mean Meg) read that fresh sperm works better than frozen sperm. The biggest factor influencing this decision was my personal experience. When I was a camp counselor I had two campers. The boys were always talking about their dad (and their mom), so when their mom pulled up in the same car as an obvious lesbian (with a rainbow sticker in the window) I was completely taken back. I never would have guessed. With that said, our idea with the known donor was to recreate the camp situation and give our child as close to a "normal" life as possible. Now, I used quotes around normal, becaus...

He's here!!! Meg received the call from the doctors this afternoon confirming the arrival of our very expensive sperm! For those of you who are new to the life of ordering spermies, let me just tell you, it can be very frustrating. You see, I'm a gold-star (look it up, lol) and I'm madly in love with my wife. The problem is that I have no access to sperm (stupid biology). While I am, in no means, a man hating lesbian, it kills me that we need a man to help us get pregnant. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful we are able to even try to get pregnant, but I can't help, but wish the circumstances could be different. Meg and I will never know what it's like to make a baby together.