Just no internet...yesterday Keith was working from home, so
he got dibs on our only computer device. Today the dry-wallers working on our
basement unplugged the internet somehow and I was too deathly shy to go down
there and fix it! Plus I am sick, so yesterdays post would have looked
WHNE, whine whine. I am sick and grumpy and ahhhhh mommy?
So you didn't miss much. I am actually feeling worse today, but have so much to tell all you people and I did not want you to think I went and had a baby or something without telling you, so I am sucking it up and posting.
I think I caught this cold from the fancy IVF charity thingy I attended on Friday night. Which was amazing, thanks for asking.
I arrived shortly after 7 to stand in the longest line ever, which only lead to a coat check which I did not bring money for to use, starting the night off well (what you need MONEY at these things?).
The hotel was spectacular and the room was done up just right. There were tables right when you walked in with photos of families, success stories from the IVF program, and beside each photo was a detailed story of the couples infertility journey.
I wept like broken hearted teenager at all of them. Being pregnant seemed to help justify the strange stares I was getting.
Speaking of being pregnant, I had this idea in my head that I would be swarmed with questions regarding my pregnancy, and it would not matter that I showed up to this event alone because my evening would be full with all the interviewing taking place. And naturally I would educate all the fertile, judgey people out there about the pains and struggles that infertility is and of course one of these newly educated peoples would be some kind or reporter and would get me a spot on the prime time news informing our ignorant population about all that is infertility. Yes it does take a lot of energy to live in the clouds all day in Alicia fantasy land, but I do it all the time.
But to my startling surprise, which I am sure will be a no brainer to all of you, the room was FILLED with pregnant bellies. Mine was in no way a special belly (of course they do not know of the child residing in this womb, hell if they knew it was the future queen, hottest actress or first women prime minister they would have been all over my swollen gut).
There were more silent auction items to bid on then I thought possible to squish into a room. I didn't even get a good look at everything available.
But there was this! A princess package which included this fabulous tutu! I did not bid on anything, as I am poor. But I was there, I totally supported my fellow infertiles by eating all the hors d’oeurves I could, which actually wasn't that many. Not that I am a complainer or anything (ok Tissue just rolled his eyes at that one, I am a brat, I get it) but seeing that everyone else could probably gage the audience to this event, being those that have been through infertility treatments, aka impregnated ones, you think they would have served less raw fish? Cause dudes it was everywhere, that and beef. Man what does a girl need to do around here to get some freakin chicken?! The small morsels of chicken I managed to leap upon (because again, audience not prepared for as there was close to 500 people there and only like 15 waiters who were swarmed with fat pregnant bellies as soon as they left the kitchen with their fancy little silver platters. Only those carrying raw fish made it a few feet past the kitchen doors) were very tasty, but totally not satisfying the finale to Swan Lake that my fetus like child was performing. I stood in the dessert buffet line for like 10 minutes before realizing it was never going to move, when I finally settled down with a coke that cost me $3, only to find there was nowhere for my pregnant feet to sit. awesome.
complainer. It was a really fantastic event though, really. They had these
little cards at all the non sitting cocktail tables with little facts about
infertility that I totally loved!
See complainer. It was a really fantastic event though, really. They had these little cards at all the non sitting cocktail tables with little facts about infertility that I totally loved!
And the coolest auction item there!
It was kinda like the Mona Lisa, you could see it, but you could not stop and stare. A crowd of people were there to make sure you were pushed past it, only grabbing this kinda quality of photo. It took me a while to wrap my head around this one though. See all the proceeds of this auction, including all the DONATED silent auction items goes to Generations of Hope, which in turn pay for peoples in vitro cycles. So basically this is like 2 IVF cycles donated, cause the people who bid on this item will be essentially passing the money onto someone else’s IVF cycle! Crazy hey? By the way, 30 minutes into the event this was already running at $6000!
I got to see my Fertility Doctor and her husband and she said she would not help me conceive my second baby until I brought in the first one for a showing, I agreed that seemed fair. I also saw my acupuncturist who helped put this whole shindig together. And then my aching feet (which yes still fit in my heels!) and my starving fetus demanded we leave.
I got home around 10, curing what ailed me like so:
Ohh the healing power of fake chicken meat from McDonalds, nothing like it.
And cause you are all so interested, my stylin hot outfit!
Keith left before I was all dolled up and was not back home before I had de robed to take my picture, and Tissue was just too drunk to operate a camera, so I was left to take photos of my hotness by myself. And that is why they suck. You really aren't seeing the potential and finesse of the ridiculously expensive camera I own hey?
I had a great time. And even had fun being alone, but next year’s IVF image of hope, money raising, extravaganza you should really all come with me! We will rock that joint apart and I will be able to drink, which promises a much more fun occasion.