Therapy

Yesterday, I had my counseling session. It wasn't as bad as I'd anticipated, nor was it as long as when I went in Connecticut.

At the therapist in the US, I had to take a personality profile, multiple choice test, that took me no less than two hours and asked what I thought were the most inane questions. Here, the session took 45 minutes and she actually stayed in the room and talked to me!!!

After the initial "who are you" questions, she asked about

my family - they're all very supportive

my friends - ditto

how long will I do IVF for (how many times) - not sure...and won't know until I reach the point where I say "uncle"

would I consider donor eggs - yup, if IVF isn't working with my own eggs, sure...I just want to be pregnant

She didn't really like that I hadn't thought through how many IVF procedures I'm prepared to have. I REALLY DON'T KNOW. I don't want to have to think about having to give up. This is going to work...

Back on the Pregnancy Bandwagon

I've spent to past three weeks acclimating into Sydney life. I've had to keep reminding myself that I'm here to stay and not on vacation. I'm usually here for two weeks (maybe three) and spend them juggling everyone and everything in...trying to see my friends more than once, making sure I see my family enough and fitting in the appointments -

dentist...I've had the same one since I had my baby teeth, why give him up!!! Also, health insurance in the US charges an arm and a leg, but funnily enough, no teeth, for dental coverage.

osteopath...Love my osteo in Sydney...never gonna give him up. My appointment is usually the day I arrive. I've turned up not being able to stand straight because my back or my hips have been out, and he puts me back together.

gynecologist...pap smears are yearly and I was coming back once a year, so why bother with a newbie. Although, in the past year, with all the insemination stuff, I've had to find an obgyn. Then I gave him up and came back...

hairdresser...one of my bffs has a salon, and I love the way she cuts and colors and she's been doing my hair since she was an apprentice. We had a couple of scary moments back then, but thankfully, hair grows back and that was a LONG time ago.

I've seen the fertility Dr here and have an appointment on Thursday for a Hysterosalpingogram (known as HSG in the future) and on Tuesday, I have to have counseling for IVF and donor sperm. Remember I had it when I first started the process in CT, but I have to have it again here, just like I had to have all the blood tests again. Not sure why nothing can be transferred from one English speaking country to another, but I'm going with the flow.

I'm off to yoga shortly. It's something I'm used to doing almost daily and have yet to find a studio here that offers a class and teacher I like every day. Not bitching, just pointing out a fact...

Haha...Not

I was due to get on a plane at 7pm (with Ollie) on April 1st. I had a girlfriend driving from Connecticut to NY to drive Ollie to quarantine and me to the airport...

At 10am my cell rang...it was Marty, the guy from freight who was organizing Ollie through the quarantine process.
"Hi Nicky, I have bad news"
"Hi Marty, what, the flight's been canceled?"
"Yes, actually."
"Haha, funny April fool's joke"
"I'm SERIOUS. I'm surprised the airline hasn't called you yet, but you can call them to verify it."

Shit, shit, shit. I went into panic mode. More than anything, I HAD to get Ollie on a flight because the timing for his tests would expire on the Saturday and we would have to go through the whole rigmarole again. I spent the entire day on the phone with the airline. They had put me on a domestic flight to LAX to join up with the original flight, but I couldn't make it work with Ollie. We (being Qantas freight and myself) found out quarantine in Sydney doesn't pick up from the airport on a weekend, so I was really down to the wire.

Finally after 12 hours on my cell phone (great for the brain), Ollie was on a flight, but without me.
I then made it my mission the following day, to sort it out. This was way too stressful and taking up WAY too much of my time when, really, I should have been having fun. I let it go for a few hours and met a couple of friends. We went to see a new Indy film called Enlighten Up .

It was great hanging out with them and the movie was fun and light. Something I needed. I left them and started on the phone calls again. After completely losing it with a supervisor from AA, I took a breath and took Ollie for a walk. What was I doing? I know not to fight the Universe. I'm obviously not meant to be on the next flight, so I let it go. I made arrangements to borrow a car so I could take Ollie to the airport and I made plans for myself for the next few days.

Right before I went to bed that night, I checked one more time with the airline and funnily enough, I was on the next day's flight. I was mildly disappointed because I'd finally given in and had fabby plans with friends and wouldn't have to worry about coming home to walk Ollie.

Oh well, I'd been given a couple of extra days, but hadn't used them wisely, so now I had to leave.

moving

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I'VE TRIED TO FINISH AND POST THIS!!! I've been staying with friends and my drafts aren't saving properly....

I know I was supposed to be telling you all about packing up and saying my good byes, but this month has gone SO fast, I've not had time to. As soon as I told my friends I was leaving, I became Miss Popular and have been out almost every night...which is VERY unlike me...really, I'm not being facetious.

My friends from work threw me a farewell party and I'm going to miss each and every one of them immensely, along with all my other friends I've made over the past TEN years. Funnily enough, all my guy friends suddenly "needed" to see me. Funny how when you're suddenly not going to be on the same side of the world, let alone in the same state, people realize how much they'll miss you (well, me, actually).

This past week I finished working, sorted out stuff that I wasn't taking with me and had friends over to sell and give away most of it, organized stuff I was taking, had Ollie's final quarantine/vet appointment, found movers and organized for my car lease to be assumed. Actually, the later was done a couple of weeks ago, but it was supposed to be picked up on Friday, the same day as the movers were coming.

Friday rolled around and the movers arrived. They were also packing everything...I'm NOT a good packer and would rather hand the job to someone who is. The Mini was being picked up between 9.00am and noon. At noon I received a phone call from the trucking company...
Hi, the driver is running late
Ok, how late, what time will he be here?
TWO DAYS...he'll pick up the car on Monday
Ummm, NO...I wont be here...this is unacceptable.
Sorry, I was just informed. Can you leave the key somewhere?
Not really, but I suppose I will have to figure something out.

I'd already taken the plates off, so I couldn't go anywhere. I knew I had to come back up on Monday to take Ollie to the vet, so I locked it up and took the key. My apartment was packed up by 3.00pm and all I had to do was wait for my girl friend to finish work to drive Ollie and me into the city to stay with a friend on the UWS.

The weekend was fun...said good bye to friends and did some shopping.

And waited for April 1st, which was leaving day...