I thought it would be fun to get a fun movie from Netflix and chill out tonight. Good idea, right?
Not so much when the movie is Baby Mama.
What the hell was I thinking? A movie about a chick who can't get pregnant with tons of babies as a main theme? And, naturally, she gets pregnant at the end anyway because everyone knows you get pregnant, "as soon as you stop trying."
Right.
Also, thanks for the support over from Stirrup Queens. I'm so glad to at least have support on this shitty journey. I'm new at blogging. As soon as I figure out how, I'll update my links.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Well, of course.
What the F*&^!
One week before I'm supposed to start my first IVF cyle, my period does a disappearing act. 7 days late officially. I thought we were dealing with male factor infertility. No big deal. I'm fine. It's him that has the issue. We'll get through it together. Not so much. I have no idea what's in store now.
One week before I'm supposed to start my first IVF cyle, my period does a disappearing act. 7 days late officially. I thought we were dealing with male factor infertility. No big deal. I'm fine. It's him that has the issue. We'll get through it together. Not so much. I have no idea what's in store now.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I never thought it made sense.
I have often said (outloud even), that if I got pregnant I wouldn't believe it until I was birthing the baby. The whole concept of conception seemed so miraculous and impossible, that I could never believe it would work for me. Well, I guess the joke's on me - It isn't really possible the get pregnant like a normal person.
No, any baby's of mine will be created in a petri dish. Great.
So, here I am, 32 years old, waiting for my miracle. We are facing male-factor infertility (his boys don't swim, there's not that many of them, and they're kinda funny shaped). I am waiting to start my period. The joke is that my normally pretty regular cycle decided to be 5 days late (and counting). I got suckered into the "hope" thing again and actually POAS. Funny. BFN as expected.
So, I sit here, feeling cramps, with sore ovaries, and staring at the TP each time I go to the bathroom looking for pink. Grrr....
April 1st we head to the RE for our registration visit for IVG/ICSI. Meanwhile, I am trying to get my head together, trying to not drown in pizza, and trying to stay positive.
Trying to make sense of it all.
No, any baby's of mine will be created in a petri dish. Great.
So, here I am, 32 years old, waiting for my miracle. We are facing male-factor infertility (his boys don't swim, there's not that many of them, and they're kinda funny shaped). I am waiting to start my period. The joke is that my normally pretty regular cycle decided to be 5 days late (and counting). I got suckered into the "hope" thing again and actually POAS. Funny. BFN as expected.
So, I sit here, feeling cramps, with sore ovaries, and staring at the TP each time I go to the bathroom looking for pink. Grrr....
April 1st we head to the RE for our registration visit for IVG/ICSI. Meanwhile, I am trying to get my head together, trying to not drown in pizza, and trying to stay positive.
Trying to make sense of it all.
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