The hen herself

What am I doing this for? The hen, well she lays the eggs because she is programmed to do so. Like now, the hens are not laying eggs. Why? It is simply too cold outside not condusive to happy egg laying. When the stars align and the weather is right, they start laying and don't stop unless something prompts them too...like the weather or stress or lack of food etc etc....

This hen, well, she has been waiting too. For the right time, the right place and the right everything. Problem is you see, I waited a little too long and my eggs are a little too old to make a healthy happy chick. Pshaw! I am infertile. Hmpf. I'll say it myself because I read it a millions time up to this point...I am a barren hen. Past the point of ripeness. I spent the majority of the past 20 years trying not to get pregnant. And now, the stars are aligned correctly, and when I am ready, well my body says nope.

This hen is better suited to be a good mom now than in any other point in her life. And I waited. Was very conscious of the choices I made in terms of reproduction. I am proud of my choices because they didn't compromise my life or the life of anyone else born or not.

The hen herself is like my hyper wanting to be a mom alter ego. The hen is getting ready. Taking daily shots. Enduring bloating, cramping and OH the HEN-ACHES. THE HEN ACHES!!!!!

Let me tell you about those some other time!

We have eggs to recruit!

-the hen

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?