Michelle Britton

Last night at dinner, I was enlighted to a new search engine by Google called ‘Blackle’. It is the same search engine – that is powered by Google  - but with a black background. Blackle was created  to remind us all of the need to take action in our everyday lives to save energy.  Blackle saves energy because the screen is predominantly black.  A proposed theory is that a black version of the Google search engine would save a fair bit of energy due to the popularity of the search engine – approximately 750 Megawatt-hours a Year.

Today, I set my search engine to Blackle. This way every time I load my Internet browser I will save a little bit of energy. Remember every bit counts!

It has been 21 days since the start of my last cycle and today we are to begin the process for Frozen Embryo Transfer (FET). As you recall from my last post, our issue is implantation. No area of in vitro fertilization (IVF) has been as misunderstood as implantation failure. Before an embryo can implant in the lining of the uterine cavity, it must first break out or “hatch” from the shell that surrounds it. It is at this point where our doctor believes that my immune system is not allowing our embryo’s to implant. It is his best guess, as our embryo’s are perfect.

We (well me) only needs to take one shot to suppress ovulation this time, which in itself is exciting, as you really feel like a pin cushion during this process. Once I get my period, I will need to take Estrogen twice a day for up to 7 days. Then Progesterone is added twice a day (and you recall how I feel about the progesterone). Since the doctor is going with the assumption that my immune system is wonky, he will be adding two drugs: Intravenous Inter-lipid which is a mild steroid (I am hoping this does not give me whiskers) and Heparin, a blood thinner.

It is amazing how my mood improves once the process starts again – I am excited that this is the round that we get the great news we have been waiting for. Third Time Lucky.

Dirk: I think your hot.

Mich: Thanks, I think your good-looking too. It makes up for all the stupid shit you do.

My husband Dirk posted a blog regarding his extremely poor memory. Yesterday I got to experience – something – not sure what to call it.

While helping Dirk prepare dinner, I was asked to cut a lemon in half for him. I grabbed the lemon, split it in two and handed him half. I then noticed the little sticker that the grocery clerk uses to id the produce. In my usually manner, I removed the sticker and promptly suck it to Dirk’s ear. I then finished what I was doing and moved on to another task in another part of the house. An hour must have past when Dirk yells from upstairs – in my alarm I run to the stairs to see if he is okay. While looking in the mirror, he noticed something on his ear and was alarmed to find a sticker. I actually stood there looking at him dumbfounded. He had no idea how it got there or how long he had been wondering the house with it on. In his alarm, he was worried that he had gone jogging with it on.

I am not sure what to say – it was not a sneak attach like I was placing a ‘kick me’ sign on his back without him knowing. I walked over and stuck it to his ear, giggled, then continued what I was doing. I am sure glad he’s good-looking.