I got pregnant. I am PG right now. Yup...preggers. Can you friggin believe that?
I don't.
I don't believe it.
The more I ignore it, the less it seems to bother me that I DON"T believe IT.
I am messed up.
We are only 4 weeks 5 days PG today. Now stay with me here. I have officially MISSED my period if I was going to have one. If I was a fertile person, I would have tested positive on a home preggo test. Which I did. My blood work clearly is PG PG PG positive. So, nutcase me, I don't believe it.
I Feel like I am in withdrawl from my RE's office. Weekly, then bi weekly scans. Blood work blood work blood work. Then....BLAMO.....
Nothing. No more monitoring for two weeks. No more looks inside the ute for 2 freaking WEEKS..
Now. I am going through severe what is it called.....
I forget. I can't think straight because apparently...I AM PREGNANT!!!!!
Tell the paper!
love to the eggs...the hen
Showing posts with label assisted fertility treatments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label assisted fertility treatments. Show all posts
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Keep your chin up....
That is what my dad said last night. "Keep your chin up." Good advice really. This is not for the faint of heart.
I am now taking a drug to induce a menstrual cycle. So I can bleed out the cause of our IVF pause. Prometrium is the name and progesterone is the game. If it doesn't work, then I need to have a D n C. Hooray... More surgery.
The thing that bugs me so and always has in this whole process is this: My husband and I desperately want a child. We are a stable relationship with good families on our side. And we can't have a child the "normal" way. We can't and we won't unless we go through this process. Or decide to bag it all at some point and adopt.
Adopt what? If we want an American baby, we would adopt a child from some woman or girl who can have kids but doesn't want one. Or it was an accident. Or they are druggies and can't keep one. Or, they are already over burdened with childen and don't want to have another.
I loathe these people. It comes so easy yet is so unwanted. I hate their uteruses and their ovaries for doing their job when the outcome is not desired. I hate those people who end up keeping that unwanted child for whatever reason, more child support, for public assistance, pure ignorance or whatever.
And I am not being judgemental in the normal sense. I am being judgemental because I am the other side of the coin and no matter how hard I chase the head, I am always going to be the tail. No matter what.
There is nothing I want more than a baby to call our own. And it breaks my heart because in some area high schools around here, girls are having babies because it is the latest trend...ha...right. Trendy.
When I was younger, I worked hard NOT to have a child. Because my mom told me, "We will not raise another child in this house" and because I knew it was NOT what I wanted for my life now.
Now, I am working even harder to have a child...the irony is killing me. So are the hormones.
6 more weeks of henaches before we can go on some LUPRON...hooray. Then more waiting and hoping...
Cluck...
the hen herself
I am now taking a drug to induce a menstrual cycle. So I can bleed out the cause of our IVF pause. Prometrium is the name and progesterone is the game. If it doesn't work, then I need to have a D n C. Hooray... More surgery.
The thing that bugs me so and always has in this whole process is this: My husband and I desperately want a child. We are a stable relationship with good families on our side. And we can't have a child the "normal" way. We can't and we won't unless we go through this process. Or decide to bag it all at some point and adopt.
Adopt what? If we want an American baby, we would adopt a child from some woman or girl who can have kids but doesn't want one. Or it was an accident. Or they are druggies and can't keep one. Or, they are already over burdened with childen and don't want to have another.
I loathe these people. It comes so easy yet is so unwanted. I hate their uteruses and their ovaries for doing their job when the outcome is not desired. I hate those people who end up keeping that unwanted child for whatever reason, more child support, for public assistance, pure ignorance or whatever.
And I am not being judgemental in the normal sense. I am being judgemental because I am the other side of the coin and no matter how hard I chase the head, I am always going to be the tail. No matter what.
There is nothing I want more than a baby to call our own. And it breaks my heart because in some area high schools around here, girls are having babies because it is the latest trend...ha...right. Trendy.
When I was younger, I worked hard NOT to have a child. Because my mom told me, "We will not raise another child in this house" and because I knew it was NOT what I wanted for my life now.
Now, I am working even harder to have a child...the irony is killing me. So are the hormones.
6 more weeks of henaches before we can go on some LUPRON...hooray. Then more waiting and hoping...
Cluck...
the hen herself
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Introduction - the Hen house
Where to begin? First, let me say this, I am no expert of infertility and I am not particularly interested in "baby dust" and "good luck to your embies" and this is the best - "hoping your follies do ok today". Nope. Not me. There is no such think as an embie, a follie or baby dust. As cute as it is and how ever it may help one or another to get over the whole devastation of being infertile and move into the even more interesting zone of infertility treatment. It is just not me. So don't, please don't expect me to use those terms. I won't. Not cute to me. And also, I don't like it when bloggers on fertility sites say things like 2dpt and BFN/BFP of those other TLAs that make my head hurt even more that it already does. With that being said:
Let me begin...
My name is Carla. I am a 38 year old married woman. My husband is a 32 year old man who I am married to now almost 2 years. I never subscribed to the "backlashy" notion that my biological clock was ticking. And because of that, I didn't marry the first or the second person that ever asked me. I am proud of that. I love my husband more that words can say. He is the best person I know. I am proud that we are married NOW in this time in our lives. We say often that our only mistake was that we didn't find each other sooner in life.
But, after a year of surgery to repair my painfully body parts and another year working very hard to get my career and more importantly my head on straight, we are now ready and able to proceed into the infertility treatment zone.
And it began on Sunday.
Well, it began in December last year (2007) then was sort of pushed off b/c of money reasons until February, then we found out that my ovaries were not on board with us so we had a month of birth control pills...funny huh? And so, this SUNDAY we started.
With shots.
This is needles people! Lots of them. And we are just starting. So...there you go.
That is the intro. I am sure I will have more to say in a minute. But I don't want these to get to verbose.
Please, if you read this....please say a little prayer for Will and Carla and the baby.
Now, get back to work!
Next blog....who is the hen?
Let me begin...
My name is Carla. I am a 38 year old married woman. My husband is a 32 year old man who I am married to now almost 2 years. I never subscribed to the "backlashy" notion that my biological clock was ticking. And because of that, I didn't marry the first or the second person that ever asked me. I am proud of that. I love my husband more that words can say. He is the best person I know. I am proud that we are married NOW in this time in our lives. We say often that our only mistake was that we didn't find each other sooner in life.
But, after a year of surgery to repair my painfully body parts and another year working very hard to get my career and more importantly my head on straight, we are now ready and able to proceed into the infertility treatment zone.
And it began on Sunday.
Well, it began in December last year (2007) then was sort of pushed off b/c of money reasons until February, then we found out that my ovaries were not on board with us so we had a month of birth control pills...funny huh? And so, this SUNDAY we started.
With shots.
This is needles people! Lots of them. And we are just starting. So...there you go.
That is the intro. I am sure I will have more to say in a minute. But I don't want these to get to verbose.
Please, if you read this....please say a little prayer for Will and Carla and the baby.
Now, get back to work!
Next blog....who is the hen?
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