Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Just Relax!

Yesterday when my coworkers and I were taking our walk (we walk during our breaks, it's awesome), we chatted about my coworker's struggle for he and his wife to get pregnant. I was encouraged when I heard it took them a little over a year, and I told him it made me feel better that I'm not the only one who's tried unsuccessfully for months. My other coworker said "maybe it's because you are over-thinking it! Just stop charting and have sex when you feel like it!" I didn't really say anything at the time but I decided to instead refute that here, where she will never see it. :D

I use the Fertility Awareness Method, where I take my temperature every day and I chart it both in Excel for my records and at FertilityFriend so that I can share charts easily online. Luckily, I ovulate at almost exactly the same time every month (CD17), so I can plan the days to have sex with pretty good accuracy. We usually go every other day from CD13 to CD17. We can't do much more; we're historically once-a-month people, and by the end both of us are ready for a break. But we aren't still child-free due to bad timing. I feel like we've gotten pretty good at it.

CD1, Again

Here we are, back at CD1, better known as "you failed at one of the most basic biological acts for the tenth time in a row!"

For a long time, I've been pretty content to let nature take its course, being patient because maybe the Universe just had different timing than me and I'd get pregnant when I was supposed to. Yesterday all that went to shit and I decided it's ridiculous to keep trying without at least checking in with a doctor.

I think part of the problem was that my temperature spiked higher than it's ever been before, about three days ago. I was SURE that was a sign. Lack of other symptoms be damned, we were finally there. Well, lack of other symptoms except that I was dying of hot for a few days. But then the next day it went back down to the normal range, and fell a little more the next day, and then today I had to reluctantly dig out my Diva Cup.

I knew yesterday that it was not to be. Incidentally, my coworker announced yesterday that he and his wife were pregnant. I wasn't really all that upset, certainly not NEARLY as upset as when my cousin was successful after only one month of trying. That's a long story that I'm not going to get into here. But it was a good catalyst for my making an appointment at the Clinic to see a new OBGYN and see if I can have a fertility consult. They haven't gotten back to me yet but hopefully they can do a new patient visit, annual exam, fertility consult/screening and a sperm count all in one visit. I'm crossing my fingers.

It's very odd to be at this point. I was always under the impression that the women in our family got pregnant when you looked at us funny. I remember telling my friend Rini that I expected to get pregnant the first or second month. Hah.

Now to wait for the doctor to call me back, and to cheer up. It's not so bad, not having a baby right now. Kinda.