This week has been a long one. Last weekend feels like a lifetime away; I can’t even remember how I spent my time.. was my hubby even home? Hah. I can’t remember now.
I felt oddly peaceful all day today. I woke up exhausted, got dressed half-asleep, dropped the hubby off at work and said goodbye to him for thirty-six hours. It’s a duty day for him, as is every third day, so he has to spend the night on the boat. By the time I was almost home, I felt mostly awake, and so instead of rushing back to get laundry started and dishes put away, I took Graham down to the little rocky shoreline and watched the sun come up over the hills. It was so nice watching the colors dance on the water and listen to the tide as it went out. I had all 150 feet of shoreline to myself.
Felt crummy a little while after getting home. Hot and sleepy.. I think my body is fighting a bit of a cold. I tired Graham out with a game of ghetto-fetch [[which means I throw the toy and end up getting it myself half the time, and trying to convince him it’s not the same game as tug-o-war the other half]] put him in his kennel so I wouldn’t have to worry about him getting into trouble and climbed into bed. Slept like a rock for three hours and dreamt weird dreams that I can’t remember now.
My mind feels slow today, and I don’t mind that one bit. I feel two shots of tequila happy and calm but without the alcohol. Prayer has helped heal my heart from the bad news we received only four days ago. It is oddly comforting knowing this is all in God’s hands; that nothing I did or didn’t do would have, could have changed anything. I did the best I could by following my gut and having those tests run; and my mind doesn’t have to go crazy wondering if something is wrong anymore.
There’s an old saying about that.. that the truth will set you free. I suppose this is what free could feel like..
The decision to have a baby was an easy one. Before we were married last April I had a feeling that I wanted to start trying soon after I graduated from college in June. It’s almost funny looking back now and remembering my scheming to work baby stuff into otherwise normal conversations with my then fiance; or doing the same shortly after we were married and I was totally bogged down by school and really should have been thinking of other things. I knew one thing for certain – that I wanted to have our kids in my early to mid-twenties and that meant starting to try as soon as possible.
You probably won’t believe me if I tell you now, that I always felt like we were going to run into trouble on our trying to conceive journey. Given my history of irregular periods I swore up and down something was wrong with me, when month after month instead of buying pregnancy tests I instead purchased chocolate bars and boxes of tampons. I had basic blood work done and when that all came back just fine and I thought they must have mixed up the samples because it had been months of trying already. I wanted more blood work, more tests, an ultrasound to make sure I didn’t have a bum uterus. We don’t need those now.
Before the hospital would do any more testing on me, they required that my darling husband (DH – can also be dear husband) have a semen analysis done. Yesterday we merrily set off for the hospital so he could provide the sample, fully expecting stellar results. But when I called for results and the nurse that answered the phone said the doctor was flagged to call with the results of this case my heart sank. Even now, I can’t believe I am typing this. It has to be a bad dream like the ones I’ve had of car crashes and memory loss and wolf attacks.
But there is no waking up from this. There is no going back to yesterday – you can’t take back what you find when you open Pandora’s Box.
We rushed the results and chose to see them on paper before waiting for a doctor’s analysis. I am still waiting for the call this morning where my not-so-nice family practice doctor will let me know my husband falls in the class of severe male infertility. The benchmark for normal is 20 million sperm per milliliter of sample provided, subfertile is classified as less than 10 million, infertile is less than 5 million and my husband has less than 2 million. That news is a crushing blow. During the test they look at a small drop of semen under a microscope to analyze morphology, motility, etcetera.. These lab techs normally watch the movement of hundreds of sperm and DH had just 26 on his slide and eight were already dead.
I don’t know how to handle this. I’m supposed to be ovulating soon! But the chances of me getting pregnant are lower than the average woman’s risk of getting pregnant with perfect birth control pill use. I feel like we just joined this elite club that no one wants to be a member of. Thank God DH is just hurt, not embarrassed, and is ok with me talking/writing about this because writing is how I process things. In one afternoon we went from OPKs to IVF and it’s scary and it hurts and I don’t know where God is leading us with this one. I don’t know where to go from here.
After a long discussion with my hubby last night, we decided that we are going to continue trying for a baby…but more importantly, this month only has once chance of working out. Some background for those not familiar with trying to conceive…
Women aren’t fertile all month. Fertility Friend (.com) is a great resource for those interested in charting their cycles and becoming more aware of what their bodies are doing all month long.. It describes the time a woman is able to get pregnant as the “fertile window” and goes on to say,
“Your fertile window is made up of the days in your menstrual cycle when pregnancy is possible. The length of this fertile phase is determined by the maximum life span of your partner’s sperm and your egg. Sperm can survive a maximum of five days in fertile cervical fluid and your ovum can survive for up to one day. Your theoretical fertile window is thus six days long, comprised of the five days before ovulation and the day of ovulation. You only have a chance to conceive when you have intercourse on these days. This means that pregnancy is technically possible from intercourse on any of these six days. The likelihood of actually becoming pregnant, however, is dramatically increased when you have intercourse in the three days immediately leading up to and including ovulation. This makes a practical fertile window of just three days.”
Today is cycle day twelve and the last few cycles I have ovulated on or around day eighteen. Given my doctor’s advice, we should only be baby dancing, “BDing”, (having sex) every two days, which seems crazy, but it’s what she said given that we have had trouble conceiving with a more traditional every day or every other day schedule. I’m not one who usually likes timing BD opportunities but given my hubby’s work schedule, my doctor’s advice and his 24 hour duty days at work, we realistically have one chance to make it happen this month.
One chance for the little spermies to knock me up. Hahah.. That’s probably way too much to share on the internet, but that is my life, so there you go. :)
I’m not too confident this month will be our month but I am 100% OKAY not having a December baby given that I am a December baby and that month is crowded as it is!! Five more months of trying before Logan leaves for a six or seven month deployment. And please don’t paint me in your mind as some pathetically desperate woman; I am not, because this is all in God’s hands.
I don’t know if I’ve written this post before. I feel like I may have, but I don’t feel like searching back through the archives to make sure I don’t restate the same things over again. If you’re reading this and it feels like deja vu, then it’s probably something you’ve heard me complain about before.
The hubby is at work today, all day (and night) so that leaves me alone wishing I had a friend to hang out with here. And more specifically, I wish I had a friend that understood how hard trying to conceive can be when it just isn’t happening.
I guess my chances would be higher if I were sixteen, in Vegas, in the back seat of some guy I met at a party’s car, drunk and “using” birth control.
Seeing baby bump pictures on my newsfeed on Facebook from more than one friend certainly hasn’t helped much today either. Feeling defeated and broken and down about myself is not how I wanted to spend my Friday.
I have gone back and forth on whether I was going to post about today about a dozen times this morning…but I think I am ready to start being more open about this. It is cycle day one, and for those not familiar with the terminology, means I am not pregnant because my period just started. Probably too much information for some people, I know, but get ready for a whole lot more of it because month nine of trying to conceive our first has just started.
Last month, cycle number eight was a bust, because Logan was out of town the entire month, so this visit from AF (“Aunt Flo” aka period) was totally expected. I think having no hope that last cycle might lead to positive pregnancy test was exactly what I needed. After months and months of negative tests I was starting to feel really defeated, but no more of that. I know some day I will be a mother, some how, and right now I just need to have faith that it will happen exactly when God wants it to happen.
I wasn’t sure I was up for trying this month. But after not charting last cycle and not knowing when to expect my period, I realized that I like knowing what is going on with my body. So I will be using my clear blue easy fertility monitor to track my cycle this month and I will obviously be “baby dancing” with my husband because we are newlyweds after all and if that leads to a positive pregnancy test in a month, I will be thrilled. And if not, well then, maybe next month..
Positive outlook only.
I haven’t always been on the best terms with my mother in law. To keep a long story short, I was not exactly the girl she thought her son would want to marry. That is all water under the bridge now, so they say.
My husband and I had been keeping our hopes to have a baby mostly to ourselves. When we first started trying last June I told my best friend, and he told a few work buddies. When my mom asked a few months later, I told her and she told my sisters. I still don’t know if my Dad knows, and we haven’t talked about it. The decision to keep it to ourselves was a simple one. I was pretty sure we would be trying for a while and I didn’t want everyone to keep asking if we had any news. Looking back now, I am happy with that decision.. It’s been eight months now and the only thing I have to show for it is, well, nothing. I am having some blood work done to check my hormone levels but that’s fairly routine for a preconception health checkup. I feel like it has been long enough now that I can be more open about this journey. Maybe hearing my story will help others out there that are in their 20 somethings and having trouble conceiving. I wish it was as easy as a drunken night, but it hasn’t been for us..
Anyway, along the same line of keeping this to ourselves, I have this policy that if I’m asked something point blank, I won’t lie. I don’t go out of my way to share everything with everyone, but if asked, I feel like it’s important to be honest, so when my mother in law brought up kids and if we knew when we wanted to start trying, I told her we already had been trying. She was surprised, but oddly supportive. It was definitely NOT the reaction I expected from her considering just a year ago she was completely against our relationship. I think she is trying to repair the damage that was done to our relationship (mine and hers) before I married her son, and I appreciate that. I don’t like the probable fact that she may tell my brother and sister in law, but that’s something I knew in the back of my mind when I told her.
I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I wanted this blog to be an open forum for me to share anything I wanted.. A safe place to get things off my chest and I’m going to start doing a little more of that. Previously, I have felt a little embarrassed posting about baby stuff, but I don’t know why. It is my life. Having a baby is a decision that I have tried to push away for a while now, and it keeps coming back up in my heart, so here we are. This month is obviously a break month because DH is gone and I think it’s just what we needed. I will keep anyone who is interested updated if anything changes..
I finally have some good news to report on the home front!!
The appraisal for “our” house came back today and it looks great! It was appraised at $100 over the selling price, so that means we are over that hurdle and are moving on to closing!! I was SO worried the appraisal would come back low and we wouldn’t be able to get the house after putting so much money into it already.. Had been praying about this very often, and it great to see God working miracles for Logan and me. So happy that part is over!
On a more random note – if you don’t consider the relation to yesterday’s post relevant enough – I picked out a stroller!! In case this is the first post you are stumbling upon, I am 100% not pregnant right now. Trying, but that is another story. For some reason, the past few days, I have had strollers on the brain. Might be because I am seeing them everywhere… hello, early winter baby boom. If you are interested I’ve decided on the Uppababy Vista 2012. I like it in orange, but that’s definitely a “boy” color so will need to wait a while AFTER finding out I am pregnant to get on that. Finally able to close that window, though, which is nice.
I wish I could write more, because I know I could ramble on for at least another 300 or so words but I just bought some stuff to teach myself how to crochet and I’m going to go get lost in the instruction manual. I already know how to do basic knit stiches but blankets always look 100x cooler crocheted.
I woke up with an awful headache this morning after dreaming about saving kittens from an abandoned house. The two are unrelated, I am sure, but it was a really weird and very involved dream. I even dreamt of trying to adopt the orange kitten but was worried since he was a boy that our male cat, “Meeko,” would throw a fit and hate us for the next year.
I have never woken up hungover, and I was not drinking last night, but I think this is part of how it feels. Head pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears, eyes hurt to focus on anything.. Don’t want to move but can’t stay in bed because the pressure is too much and pain meds are in the kitchen. Ouch.
I had wanted to get out of the apartment today, go for a walk if it wasn’t too rainy or maybe walk on the treadmill at my apartment complex’s laughably small “gym.” But for now I am stranded on the couch with a heating pad on my shoulders, listening to my heart beat in my ears. I think the worst part is knowing what my ob-gyn in South Carolina told me: No pain relievers other than tylenol because it can negatively impact implantation. Nothing but tylenol and a prenatal should be going in your mouth.
And that is a quote. Apparently you can’t have a baby and take excedrin migraine too. I don’t think she knew tylenol stopped working for me when I was six, but that’s not to say I didn’t take it anyway.
I don’t really know how to say what is on my mind right now, let alone what my heart is trying to tell me. This is a baby blog. Just feel like I should mention that because I know not everyone wants to hear me go on and on about that.
I lost a lot of hope when AF arrived three weeks ago (tomorrow). It isn’t like I had a feeling last month would be our month, but I still had hope. I still thought we had done everything “right.” I still thought we would finally end up as part of the 20% that conceive naturally each month. But we didn’t. Turns out you can do everything “right” six months in a row and still end up with nothing more than a burrito baby in your belly.
I really don’t know what it was, but I was crushed in a way I still can’t fully understand when my chart turned from CD34, with a chance of being pregnant, to CD1 again, definitely not. I cried. I’ve cried before but it didn’t hurt that way. I cried when my best friend asked if I had any baby news to share yet, because I didn’t, my body had failed again. I cried when my _______ sister in law announced that she was pregnant again the day she got a positive test. It was a rough week. It was almost like I could feel my hope slipping away…and I let it.
I didn’t think I would have trouble getting pregnant. I thought I needed to be on the pill to prevent pregnancy and it turns out, I probably never needed it! At the beginning of this month I was ready to throw in the towel; to declare the game over. I was so over trying.
20 days later, I want this month to be *the month* we see two lines on a pregnancy test SO BAD. I foolishly looked up my possible due date and it would be in one of my dream months, at the beginning of October. (The other is November – I have always liked the idea of a late fall baby) And even more perfect is that the first day of the 2nd trimester, when we would announce on FB and stuff, is my Mom’s birthday. How great would that be? A girl can dream..
What I hope is that it turns out to be more than just a dream. I hope seven is our lucky number. I hope we aren’t still “practicing” and all this sex leads to something! I hope… and along with that comes fear and anticipation and the potential to be heartbroken again. Some people just have to drink too much, black out, and they end up with a baby, but that’s not our story. This is all part of my journey, our journey. To have hope, lose it and then finding it again when I least expect it. I hope it means something. They say anything worth having is.. well you know the rest.