Friday, December 7, 2012
You Mean It Takes More Than a Case of Beer to Get Pregnant?
Fast forward to the present. For the past 3 months I have been peeing in a cup for 20 days in a row to see if I'm ovulating. And for 3 months, I have failed every single test. It really is exhausting, and it really does make me feel like less of a woman. It's kind of ridiculous, actually. You spend most of your teenage/adult years trying to avoid all of this, and then when you want it the most, your body fails you. So, you go through all of these emotions. You're disappointed that you have ANOTHER negative test. You're sad because you have to wait again, you're flat out pissed off because you swear the universe is against you. You've finally found your "one" and all you want to do is share your love with a child and YOU CAN'T DO IT. Ugh. Sorry, I think I just had a mood swing there. So on Tuesday I went to the doctor for a physical for Nursing school. Yes, I'm going to school to become a nurse. I actually want to be a midwife. I think. Ask me again in a couple of months. While I was there, I told the NP that I was on day 53 of what should normally be a 28 day cycle (except mine averages 31 days). She talked to my doctor, and we decided that I was going to start progesterone for 10 days to force a period. If and when I get a period, I will start Clomid on day 5 to stimulate my bootleg ovaries into actually ovulating. Part of my physical was a surprise gynecological exam. I'm such a fan of those.... Said no woman ever. She said that everything looked good, felt the way it was supposed to, so we're going to wait and see what happens with the hormones. Let me tell you about the hormones: THEY SUCK. I feel horrible all day long. Nauseated, dizzy, and tired. Pregnancy should be a real treat. Oh, and the mood swings are awesome. You should ask my poor husband about me ripping his head off for asking me to give him a shirt so he could throw it in the washing machine. It got kinda ugly there for a minute. I'm already irritated because he doesn't have to do half of the awful stuff I do. I actually had to go to his doctor's appointment with him yesterday, because I couldn't trust him to ask the doctor for sperm analysis orders himself. Oh, poor baby, you get to watch porn and make a deposit? That must be terrible. I have to pause here for a minute and say that I am actually a very lucky woman. I have a very supportive husband in all of this. It's just frustrating that it's too embarrassing to talk about sperm when I'm having my insides violated and I'm on the emotional rollercoaster from hell. He did end up bringing it up on his own. I think maybe my death stare helped him out a little bit. You know, gave him that extra boost of confidence.... ;) Either way, I'm proud of him, and it does show me that we're in this together.
So, that's where we are as of right now. I got a call today from the fertility specialist. We have an appointment on January 17th. Let's hope that we can get Jody to the lab before then. Sigh.... I'm probably going to have to bribe him with McDonalds. Sheesh. He's kinda like a kid, so I should be getting good practice, right?