Archive for February, 2007

Checking In

Howdy there, kids. What’s new?

Not much here. This weekend has been pretty “meh”. I actually had Friday off, glory of glories, but had to go do a bunch of errands and grocery shopping, so it wasn’t particularly relaxing. Yesterday we had our annual meeting with our accountant and it was the first meeting in four or five years where I didn’t leave in tears. Today I am doing laundry. WOOOO, the fun never stops at the Corbell house.

Today is my last day of birth control pills, which means that within the next week, my doctor is going to start me on some fertility drugs and we’re going to start “trying” again. I’m finding this all a bit surreal, since it’s been so long since we were doing the whole ovulation tracking, two week wait, pee on stick thing. Can’t say I missed it. I’m excited, because I hope it’s going to work. I’m scared, because I’m afraid it’s not going to. I think it is going to work though, and that’s even scarier. HA!

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Dazed

The last week has been so busy I have barely had time to breathe. My company’s twelve-second mention on the Dr. Phil show continues to rain in orders, so my days at work are 8 hour flurries of pouring, packing, and answering the phone. We get a brief respite after our UPS guy leaves at 4pm, but then it’s back to work. I dream about packing perfume. It’s awesome, we are all super grateful for the business, but it’s really fucking exhausting. I’ll be glad when it calms down a bit.

Other than that, I don’t have much to say except:

1. We went out for brunch twice over the weekend, which I love. However, I think we need to start a new trend of calling it “blunch”, which, although breakfast foods such as eggs and pancakes can be enjoyed, is more lunch than breakfast, takes place later in the morning, and is more leisurely.

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2. Britney Spears needs serious help. Ironic, isn’t it, that I have trouble getting pregnant (and staying that way) while this mess of a girl can pop out two kids in the space of a year, and then abandons them so she can snort coke at night clubs and shave her head at random hair salons in Tarzana. Chaos Theory of Reproduction (CTR) in action, people.

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Web Query of the Day

Someone found my site by googling:

Why is Britney Spears such a dumbass?

Love. It.

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*Runs Around Like Chicken w/Head Cut Off”

Sorry for the lack of posts. Busy. This is all going to be super rushed, but I feel the need to post something, so here you go:

Monday and Tuesday were super stressful this week because I went to the doctor to find out why I hadn’t gotten a positive on my ovulation tests yet. Turns out I was not developing any follicles, basically my cycle had not started back up again. Dr. did a blood test to check my FSH and estradiol levels, and let me tell you I have been dreading this test ever since he first mentioned it during one of our first meetings. Any woman who is having trouble conceiving, who also does her share of obsessive internet research, will tell you that these two hormones are very very important. Bad readings on these hormones can mean the difference between a minimally expensive and minimally invasive procedure like IUI and the thousands of dollars and hormonal hell that is IVF, or even early menopuase. Needless to say, I was a little nervous.

Anyway, so I spent a good 24 hours waiting for the results of the blood test and all seems to be well. The doctor put me on a short course of birth control pills and when I start my period he’s going to put me on some low-dose fertility drugs to help me ovulate. He said, “we’ve been monitoring you for so long, we’re done monitoring. Now it’s time for action.” Ooooooooookay!

Also, my company was mentioned on the Dr. Phil show yesterday, as a part of their Valentine’s Day episode. Dr. Phil’s wife recommended Perfect Veil as one of her favorite gift ideas. Holy crap, the Power of Dr. Phil. We had a raging response, at least one hundred orders off our website by the time I left at 6pm. Today promises to be super busy, packing all those orders and processing new ones that come in.

I doubt I will have a chance to post again this week, so have a great long weekend everyone!

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This Week

Not much going on ’round here this week, which is why I haven’t had much to say blogwise. I worked, I got a massage. I met John Lithgow, who came in to my office yesterday. He was perfectly friendly, a lovely lovely man. He’s very tall. And he was rocking a beret. He was there to meet with my boss to create a custom fragrance for his wife for Valentine’s Day. How sweet is that? It was a nice surprise, because, living in L.A., you run into celebrities now and then, and you never know if they are going to turn out to be raging assholes. I’ve been lucky in that the majority of the ones I have met have been very nice, but he was one of the nicest.

Tomorrow I am going to Sniffapalooza, a fragrance event at Apothia in Hollywood. I’m really excited to go geek out with Marlene (my friend, and another woman I work with) and smell every perfume they have.

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Spammers Suck

The spammers found me and loaded up my comments with links to porn sites, so I had to turn on comment moderation. You can still comment, but I have to approve the comments first. It all seems very Orwellian to me, but I’d rather not have ads for “Hot Lesbian Action” (wow, think I’ll get a few Google hits from that phrase?) sleazing around my comments.

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Huzzah!

My blood test this morning put my HCG at 3.7, so, ladies and gentlemen, I am OFFICIALLY not pregnant any more (a mere thirteen weeks after my miscarriage).

YAY!

Jane (nurse) told me that I can start tracking my ovulation starting this Thursday and we can start trying immediately to get pregnant again. Gulp! I wasn’t expecting that! I thought she was going to say that we would wait until my next period came and then, after some blood tests and such, then we would talk strategy. Apparently not!

I’ll test for ovulation this month, but I don’t think I’m going to try very hard to get pregnant this cycle. I would like the information that some more testing would impart on the process. The last thing I want right now is another failed pregnancy, and I want to give myself the best chance to avoid that.

But, here we are, and here we go again!

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Oh. My. God.

You want to read something really disturbing?

Check it.

Part of me thinks it has to be a joke. There are so many things wrong with this, I don’t know where to start. First of all, I know body dysmorphic disorder (BDD), or as she calls it here, body identity integrity disorder (BIID), is a real psychological disorder. And it’s serious. Many people who suffer from anorexia and bulimia have BDD.

But this is the part that kills me:

I think BIID will stay taboo until people get together and bring it out. A hundred years ago, it was taboo to be gay in many societies, and 50 years ago the idea of transsexuals was abhorrent to most. I have tried to make the condition more understood but it is difficult to get a case out in the open by yourself.

Yeah it’s fucking TABOO to cut your limbs off because you can’t “see yourself with legs”. “To the general public, people like me are sick and strange”. I don’t think you’re strange, lady, but I do think that you are sick, that you have a psychological disorder, and that you need serious therapeutic help. Comparing what she chose to do to herself to being gay or transsexual is ridiculous and offensive.

Her husband is a complete loser for not getting her the help she SO obviously needs. And what happens when she cuts the other leg off and then decides that she can’t see herself with arms? Will he “support her decision” then, too? And what is she teaching her kids?

I’m usually of the opinion that whatever makes you happy, as long as it doesn’t hurt yourself or anyone else, is OK, but sorry, this crosses the line for me. I’m angry that the people around her didn’t do more to stop her. And it pisses me off that she seems to think she’s some amazing strong person for finally accomplishing her “goal” (“I am that kind of person - I never fail.”). You’re a piece of work, for sure, lady, but nothing about you is admirable.

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