Today

I was working today at a coffeeshop; it's about a 30 minute walk from our apartment. I like to work on my thesis there - the atmosphere is usually calming for me. I order a coffee (oops, not supposed to be drinking that), and then usually a tea, and they don't kick me out, so it's all good. I've made friends with one or two of the baristas, as well. But I had to leave after an hour today. Just couldn't take it. My mood takes a downturn, my body feels heavy, and I feel tears coming on. All I do is look at clocks, watching seconds tick by, waiting for my life to end. So it was time to go. I didn't want to leave - what was I going to do at home? Get into a crying fit and upset DH for the zillionth time?

When does it get better? When will I stop having these meltdowns? I thought time was supposed to heal all wounds, blah blah. It's not getting better; it's getting worse.

I managed to pull myself together without leaking more than a few tears - I made an intricate dinner to distract myself - before DH came home. He remarked that I seemed ok today; I said that I wasn't in the afternoon, but it was better. At least we ate well, even better than usual.

Speaking of which, the organic kick is going quite well, except we can't go to restaurants (wahhhhh!). And that it's expensive. And we have to eat seasonally (but that's better for the environment, and I'm down with that). And that we have to ease up on dairy and meat (I don't mind meatless meals, though). And that I spend nearly all my spare time in the kitchen, cooking everything from scratch and cleaning all the extra dishes. :(

Despite all the shortcomings, I do like the diet. The milk is great - it tastes almost like the raw milk we grew up on. We love the organic cereals - there's a brand made with hemp and granola that is super-tasty. I've been making a lot of nasi goreng (Indonesian fried rice), using medium-textured tofu along with eggs (no meat), and that is delish beyond delish. I could eat that all day.

Today I made a 'Mexican' (using that term loosely, as I know this isn't Mexican) cornbread casserole. I fried up a pound of lean hamburger with a bunch of black beans, onions, canned tomatoes, and homemade HOT red enchilada sauce (plus salt and pepper, etc.). Layered cheese on top of that. Then I mixed cornbread dough with diced jalapeno peppers, homemade creamed corn, and sour cream; slapped that on top. Baked it for half an hour and served it with salsa and the leftover creamed corn. V.v. good. And hey, even though it took ages to prepare, at least my frame of mind was a bit better.

Today, part II

Went to my TCM doctor today, and she says that my kidney stagnation is about 80% better than when I began treatments, but that she still sees some fire on it. (She says that the fire could be attributed to any number of things, including diet and past medications.) This correlates to what I've seen in my body, including less back and neck pain, plus sleeping is becoming a bit easier, except for when I'm having TTC-related meltdowns. So I can stop taking the nasty and expensive teas, and start the generic pills, hallelujah.

(Of course, she had to mention her agony over deciding for sure if she would have another baby in 2009. She wanted to know what I thought about it. Why do fertile people do this to infertile people? I don't know. It's like bragging about your steak and baked potato and beer to a starving homeless person. I didn't answer, so finally she stopped talking about it. *Rolls eyes* She's great, but why did she have to bring that up?)

I also got acupuncture - yummy. Love it. Dozed off intermittently, and strange images flashed in front of my eyes. (Reminded me of my nightmare last night, though, in which I dreamed that all of my teeth, except for three molars, fell out. I used to get that kind of dream quite frequently.)The only image I remember is that of a red flower in the middle of either a hallway or a road, and the light was soft all around.

Any dream interpreters out there? Can you help me with the teeth thing, or with the flower? Apparently falling-out teeth often means death. Hurray. I don't know about the flower. Maybe af is on her way? Or am I being too literal?

About a week after I miscarried, I had a vivid dream. It was a beautiful sunny day. I was with my identical twin sister (I don't have a sister in real life). We are both pregnant with triplets. We're hanging out outside; we both feel as light as air; we're happy. I posted this on a dream interpretation site, but didn't feel confident about the responses. I do believe that most dreams are trying to tell us something, but I don't think it's safe to take them literally.

Anyway......if you are a regular reader, you may have noticed by now that I never stay 'on-topic.' lol

Today, part 1

Sorry I create such boring titles for my posts. I'm not a 'title' person. I often forget to add a title to my academic work, too. lol

I don't think DH and I are doing that well, still. We were tense all evening, for a zillion little TTC-unrelated things. Just now before he went to bed, he asked if the roses he'd bought made me happy. (He's been asking similar questions for the last few weeks: "Does ____ make you happy? I did ____; does that make you happy?" Etc. My answer every time: "I'm not happy, but thank you for trying.")

He asked if we could go to the monthly support group that's run by our clinic; it's being held on Wednesday. We meant to go in November, but missed the date. I wanted to go, initially, but now I don't really care. What difference will it make? But he said that it was important to him, so I agreed that we'd attend. He's not a 'therapy' kinda guy, so ok, if it's important to him, all right.

I got a creepy feeling about it all. Beneath the surface, I sense bleakness, an unsettling feeling. There's so much unsaid between us, and I felt it haunting us as he lay in bed and I sat beside him, in the dark.

Why I'm horrible and mean.

In case you want to know more about how horrible I am for resenting DH for my current baby-less state: on Thursday, he (a MAN'S man if you ever saw one) bought roses for me; he also included a card and wrote a beautiful message inside it. When he gave it all to me, he hugged me and said, "Let's go buy some plants and flowers to have around here; everything is so dead." (Um, he's not a plant or flower kind of guy, although his dad sure was. He's also not a 'writing' person, in stark contrast to me.) I was touched, to state the obvious.

Plus, after my weekend meltdown, he decided he was going to buy a puppy for me. (The turnaround of all turnarounds - we're both 'farm kids,' and mostly not into the idea of indoor animals, although he's more opposed to it than I am.) I said no, that was ok (I don't have any experience with indoor pets, so I don't know if I'd be good with that), but I'm still kicking the idea around in my head. I'm so lonely - maybe a dog and I would be good for each other.

DH is trying so hard to help. He keeps asking what he can do, and I'm silent. What can I say? I want a baby, but I can't have one. I don't want to make him feel even worse than he already does. I don't know how to tell him I'm intensely and everlastingly bitter toward him about withholding something I need, but that I don't love him any less, if that makes any sense at all.

So since the day that the doctor mentioned the idea of using donor for half of my next batch of eggs, I haven't broached the subject. I know that if I kept bringing it up, he would eventually give in, and I don't want him to feel coerced. I think that that would damage our relationship, as well as hurt any potential child.

DH said fiercely that he could not love a child who was not 'his.' I respect his position on that, but I find it difficult to believe that he wouldn't love a baby we could achieve with the help of donor sperm. He's incredibly loving toward all children; kids gravitate to him. We never go anywhere together without him playing little games with the children he meets. He's the favourite uncle. He phones many of his nieces and nephews regularly to check up on them and to pound on them with tough love, when necessary, and the older ones have occasionally lived with us when they needed somewhere to go. Blah blah, it's all a cliche, I know (i.e., the silently infertile Favourite-Aunt-and-Uncle).

I realize (as much as I can, considering my non-existent experience) that a pregnancy with donor would be a different situation than all that, of course. I can't imagine being a man and watching my partner have a child with no biological connection to me. I don't know what that's like, but it seems pretty clear that there'd be a lot of issues to work through for both parties involved, not to mention friends, family, and the child her/himself. (My apologies if any of my readers have used donor - I'm sorry if I'm shooting my mouth off here.) But I can say that my DH would adore the child; I know this to be true.

Anyway, to return to my main point, I am a hideous soul for being mad at him (plus a liar for hiding my feelings). But maybe I redeem myself by not forcing the 'issue' (ha ha, no pun intended) on him? I am trying to be a good partner, but it's been tough lately. :(

Black Friday for American Infertiles

This is brilliant: http://murgdan.blogspot.com/2008/11/infertile-black-friday.html

What's bugging me today...

...is petty, I know.

DH and I want to go on a hot holiday. We'd never done that before last Feb, when we flew to Cuba on an all-inclusive holiday. DH really needed the time spent elsewhere, as his father had just passed away. And Cuba was indeed fabulous; he's said a few times that that vacation came along at the right time. We went to Varadero, Havana, Santa Clara, Cienfuegos, and Trinidad, plus some of the stunning countryside. What an amazing country, with amazing people. I learned a lot of Spanish, too, which was cool.

DH has got a week off at Christmas - and I'm a grad student, so my schedule is flexible - so we are desperate to go away, especially since we're in eastern Canada for the time being, where flights are cheap in comparison to our prairie homeland.

Normally, we'd have the means to pay for this. He makes a decent living in trades, and I've been government-supported for the duration of my degree.

But not now. IF, as I'm sure you all know, has drained our wallets. It takes up all of my income, plus much of DH's.

Wah, wah, I know. Boo hoo for us. At least we have a decent apartment, good food, etc., etc. More than most of the world has. We know, and we're grateful. Very grateful.

It's just that 2008 has left us emotionally bankrupt. Empty arms, my brother is still missing, death of DH's father, unsuccessful IUI plus new male factor diagnosis, IVF, miscarriage, my dear father is developing severe health problems, and BIL has terminal cancer. It's a colossal understatement to say that we're looking forward to 2009.

We love going away. We are explorers. We like to see how different people live. We reconnect while we're away. It's a pity that we'll be stuck at home, in blah Canadian weather, with no family around and nothing to do.

At least I won't have to deal with children. As much as I adore my in-laws' kids and grandkids, it's so much to handle for me, especially during the holidays. As if I need the reminder that I'm already a great-aunt four times over, and not a mother yet.

I'm being a suck, I know, but I wanna go somewhere warm and think about nothing for a whole week!

...

God is tearing my life apart. So THANKS, big guy.

Now that the problem is male factor, and not me so much, there's not ONE THING I can do about not having a child. Yeah, I can put DH on vitamins and supplements. I can scour the internet and the library and the bookstores for information. I can get him to exercise and to eat organically. I might even be able to get him off booze (the little bit that he does drink) and junk food, and to make sure that he doesn't take hot baths.

But I know it won't do anything. Science doesn't know much about male factor, in the first place, and especially very little about morphology, which is DH's biggest problem (although motility is horrendous, too).

Oddly, I was somewhat relieved last spring when we found out that PCOS was not only to blame - it was mf, too. Some of the pressure was off. But since then I've discovered that PCOS isn't really to blame in my case, since it's all controlled, except for one wonky ovary. The other ovary works. My lining is good. Bloodwork is normal. I'm at a healthy weight. I don't smoke and hardly ever drink. Etc., etc.

So now this is a different game. I can tell DH feels horribly guilty. And I feel like the worst person in the world for saying this, but I'm bitter toward him. Not because of the mf - I know he can't help that. But because he won't even consider donor sperm. Our RE recommended, for the next fresh cycle, doing half DH's swimmers and half donor, but DH flatly refused. I'm more open to it.

If the problem lay solely with me, I would go for donor eggs in two seconds. Hard? YES. But I'd do it, since we both want children so much. So yeah, I'm bitter that he wouldn't consider doing the same from his end. I feel that he is withholding something from me and from our marriage.

I thought that we wanted to be parents together. He says he'd sooner adopt than go with donor. But if we could have a child who had at least one genetic link to us, then why not go that route? Why deny me the genetic link just because he can't have it, too?

He's got loads of nieces and nephews. His mom is a grandmother and great-grandmother many times over. My family has none. My youngest brother is MIA (long story), and if he has any kids, we don't know about it. My middle brother and his wife don't have children yet, but I've wondered if they won't have IF problems, too, since she has problems with her af. (They're going to start trying in the next 6 months or so, which is painful to know, anyway.) My parents would love to have grandchildren, and my brother wants to be an uncle very badly, but it may not happen. Makes this even harder, since I'm healthy and apparently fertile, but I can't do ONE THING about it.

So today DH and I are fighting. I thought this m/c thing was supposed to get easier, but it doesn't; it just gets harder. I couldn't sleep last night; just panicking about my life and about what to do. Then just now, we were on our way to buy groceries when a STUPID Alan Jackson song came on about a 'southern man' and how his greatest contributions were his 5 children (1 of whom was 'unplanned,' of course). I said bitterly that by that standard, I have nothing to give. DH got mad, and then I got mad and started crying, so here we are, back in our apartment. DH is lying on his bed in our room, and I'm in the living room, typing this.

It's horrible that I'm bitter toward him, I know. I can't imagine how difficult it would be to consider using another man's sperm to impregnate your own wife, so I don't even try. I do know how hard it is to learn that you are reproductively screwed, though. This is all so stupid.

So God is tearing my life apart, and I hope he's happy. I am married to a great guy, but things are falling apart because we want a child and can't have one. It's a dark joke.

Decided

Who knew that one teeny tiny little white object could become the source of such anguish? We TTC'ers, that's who! Methinks that I should write an ode to Provera. In the meantime, I just popped the top of the container and downed one pill. Enough thinking; we need more doing.

I wonder what women did BP (before Provera) to induce af. Surely they knew what to do (I've heard that parsley can get things moving, but I've never tried it). So much of that knowledge has been lost, most unfortunately. But don't get me started on that topic unless you want to read a feminist rant about western history! lol

To Sweetmomi: Hi! Sorry, you commented, and I lost it somewhere. But I have decided, thanks for asking! I am The Decider, a la George Bush! Hehe. I am neurotic and have had too much icewine today.

False alarm!!!

Noooooo!!!

*Pouts*

The Charge: The thing is, with PCOS (as most of you already know) you have to expect weird bleeding (or non-bleeding). I can go for months without af - and have gone up to a year without being on the rag - and then suddenly hemorrhage for 3 weeks straight. However, I saw spotting, and assumed that af was finally arriving.

The Conviction: I'm obviously a dummy, as I don't learn from experience when it comes to my cycles: I never learn to expect the unexpected.

The Defence (which comes too late, of course, in honour of the spirit of PCOS-style menstruation): Well, your Honour, my cycles were becoming more and more 'normal' over the past 3 or 4 years. *Sits on her couch and pouts*

Sentence: More waiting!. Urgh.

Sorry, the courtroom-style post is lame, I know. I don't even know how court proceedings go, since I don't watch Law and Order. Haha.

I know, I know what you're thinking...

Ok, she stops posting for half a year, and then suddenly she posts 3x/day? Wth? She sounds like an obsessive personality, and perhaps I should step away from her blog, just in case her Ebola-baby-rabies makes my own case of it even worse...

I wish to reassure you that I am just a regular Jane. Whatever that means. I have something of an obsessive personality, even where TTC is not concerned, but everyone's got tics. (Just because I do not allow my food groups to touch each other on my dinner plate doesn't mean anything, contrary to what my DH believes.)

Anyway, I just had to post an update. I'm spotting. So, unless my flesh is playing a nasty trick on me (which is possible - I am really hoping that this is not just breakthrough bleeding), that's the first time in my recorded history that I had an anovulatory cycle (I know, boo hoo for me). Usually, even if a cycle does drag out for months and months, I will ovulate before the old gal shows. Anyway, I guess the Provera issue is put to rest. Now I just wonder if it was the Chinese medicine and acupuncture that did it?

If I were not a vet, I'd be wondering if I should POAS in the morning. You know, 'implantation bleeding' and all. Alas for any eager readers out there, I will not. To me, any pregnancy that didn't result from IVF is just an urban myth. Science fiction, if you will. I've had too much unprotected sex with too few BFPs to believe otherwise.

Back to regular programming: To FET or not to FET? (to borrow a hackneyed quotation)

I have to decide by midnight if I want to do the FET, using our one frostie (with its 13% chance of success), before the clinic closes until January. Why tonight? Because I'd have to start the Provera in, like, an hour, since otherwise I will be riding an indefinite cycle until I hit menopause, probably. *Grooooooan* What to do, what to do?

Have I mentioned that I'm on a time crunch? Must try to get infertility treatments in by June, because that's when we're moving back to my pathetic province with its pathetic lack of infertility care. The next time I'd be able to cycle would be the summer of 2010, and I'd have to fly to another province.

I don't know if my body feels ready, though, for the FET. Or my heart. And then there's always the money question...

An explanation

I need to explain what I wrote in a previous post, namely the following:

I can’t take ‘newbie-isms’ anymore, such as:

(((HUGS)))
I’ll pray for you!
Just think positive!
It only takes one!
It will work!
I have a good feeling about this!
You will be a mother someday!
God wouldn’t put this desire in our hearts if he weren’t going to fulfill it!
*Baby dust!!!*

I bought into most of this stuff for years – as I said, I was once a newbie, too – but I’m finished with it, and felt this way even before the first IVF. I don’t actually get mad about people saying they’ll pray for me – I appreciate that, still – but I can’t take the other comments. I feel more on the vet side of things now. Yet I haven’t gone through nearly as much as a vet.

I don't want my friends and readers to feel bad for similar things that they may have said to me. The thing is that anyone who feels bad is likely not someone I would 'blame' in the first place. I don't know how to explain what I mean. Hm... It's the people who don't get what we're going through (e.g., fertile people and often people who've just begun TTC treatments) who should think before saying things like "Just believe and it will happen." I hope that makes sense. It's a weird thing to try to explain.

I don't mind being prayed for, truthfully, although I don't know what to believe about God at this point. Oh, and to be perfectly honest, I don't mind hugs. ;) So here is a (HUG) for you all.

Ways in which to torture thy infertile self: TV edition

Watch the following TV shows and commercials:

1. Jon and Kate + 8

2. 17 Kids and Counting

3. that stupid Brooke Shields mini-van commercial

4. Bringing Home Baby

5. A Baby Story

6. any ClearBlue commercial involving sophisticated technology that you pee on

Bah, brain freeze. These are just the most obvious ones I can think of right now.

I'm reminded of that TV show in the Netherlands (aka: Holland, aka: Cheese-Windmill-Pot-Tulip-RedLightDistrict-land). I lived there for a year. Anyway, the show was kinda like A Baby Story, in which all the details of birth were broadcast to the nation, except it contained fewer blurred effects on anatomical areas. This was shown at suppertime, on a major network. It was considered a family show. Interesting. Can't remember what it was called. I wonder how infertile Netherlanders dealt with watching that. I imagine that they'd be more vocal about their infertility, given what I learned about their general temperaments, but I don't recall meeting any infertiles there. They are mega-healthy people.

Anyway, how did I get from Jon and Kate to Dutch infertiles? I'm going to bed.

can't sleep - Christmas season banging me on the head

Last Christmas, I swore up and down that that was the last childless winter. Something had to give. I said to DH, "Next Christmas, I will either be expecting or I'll have just given birth. I swear this to you. This is the last Christmas with just the two of us."

We are inundated with children at DH's family get-togethers. I don't even know offhand how many nieces and nephews and great-nieces and great-nephews we have. Wherever the young ones play, I see the spaces where my children should be. If I'd gotten pregnant fairly soon after I first started trying, we'd have a child in kindergarten this year. Plus maybe another one or two babies, if we were so lucky. So lucky.

Last Christmas was the final one we spent with DH's father before he passed away. He never got to see his youngest son become a father. He cried when DH told him we weren't able to have children.

I guess I have to break that vow to DH. Yes, I should have been expecting during the holidays. Should've been passing to the second trimester. Should've been thinking excitedly about Christmas 2009 with a baby or two in our arms. Instead, I'll be in the current state of barrenness (oh I hate that word). Cursing at the TV for all its scenes of joyful family togetherness. Since no one considers a family of two to be a real 'family.'

Here's what would have to happen in order for me to be pregnant by Christmas (excluding, of course, 'natural' conception):

1. ovulation
2. af
3. successful thaw of embryo
4. successful embryo transfer
5. BFP

Fat chance. I still haven't ovulated since I miscarried in early October. And af has to arrive in the next 10 days for me to be able to get the FET in before the clinic closes for the holidays. Plus the embryo would have to actually make it out of the freezing process (from what I hear, there's a 50-50 chance of that - and a 13% chance that I'll actually achieve a clinical pregnancy, which is better than the current .2% chance, but still...).

I'm thinking there's no chance, really, since our embie quality was not hot. DH's sperm don't appear to be willing to drive embryonic development, which puts a damper on things. I don't know what the point of the FET is, really, since I don't believe that the frostie will survive (and listening to anyone tell me to think positive won't help, sorry). And it's so much money. I'd rather save up and start a fresh cycle in spring, and keep that last embie as a last resort. I want to be pregnant NOW, so I want to use whatever will give me the best odds. DH wants to do it, though, and our clinic says it's not ethical for them to do a fresh cycle before finishing a frozen. Blah, blah. I think I'm looking for a new clinic.

So I don't know. I have an open tab on Provera, pretty much, so I could break into that bottle, but I don't know. Maybe I should just let my body reset itself, no matter how long it takes. And I don't think my Chinese doctor would really want me to take Provera. She's added an af-inducer to my thrice-daily regime of odd-tasting tea. Maybe it's working. It's possible. I did feel my left ovary tingle today, on and off (I do always feel ovulation pain), so maybe it's gearing up to try spitting something out, even though any forlorn eggie would be way past its expiration date. I don't have ewcm yet, though, and I usually get that for 4 or 5 days before I ovulate. *Siiiiiiiigh*

See, the thing is, too, that we're on a time crunch for this cycling crap. We're moving in June or July to my home province - the one with crappy infertility care. So if I want more IVFs after that, I'd have one opportunity each year - during my summer vacation - and I'd have to travel out of province. I don't even know how DH would get the time off from work.

So yeah, Christmas sucks. I hate it and I wish it were over. And people wonder why I don't decorate for the holidays. Or why I don't do Christmas baking. Ok, primarily because I am not so much of a domestic person, and although I am artistic, I don't think I'm really 'crafty.' But really, I don't do it because who would I doing it for? Thank goodness we're not going home this Christmas (it costs waaaaay too much to fly that time of year). Excellent timing there, at least.

Ugh, that's all I can write right now. Too much for me.

Shopping: An Expensive Distraction

Went shopping today. DH took a pre-planned sick day so that we could cross the border, eat brunch at IHOP (we've got nothing like it where we live), and then go shopping. It was pretty nice. I'm a clothing fiend, so I picked up some cute tops at Macy's and Target. Plus boots and a Free People winter scarf, since my Chinese doctor says that I DO NOT dress warmly enough for late fall/early winter. I scoffed at this notion, since I'm in eastern-ish Canada, and I'm from the west, so to me, -2 degrees celsius does not a winter make. lol

Anyway, the mental day came at a good time, otherwise all I can think about is my cousin's baby, and how shiteously unfair this all is. She's already got healthy b/g twins, and now a 'surprise.' Thank goodness I live too far away to be invited to the baby shower.

Daily Check-Up

External appearance: Developing a massive rash underneath my chest - it's spreading to my belly and back. Is this from my bra? Chafing? Stress? I was wondering if it was linked to the problems some consumers are having from Victoria's Secret's bras - there's a class-action lawsuit going on right now claiming that the bras contain formaldehyde, which causes rashes, chafing, itching, etc. Not something I want to have on my boobies, thank you very much. Don't even want formaldehyde in me when I'm dead. Anyway, my bras are from La Senza, which is apparently owned by Victoria's Secret. I'd like to go to the doctor to get the rash checked out, but I haven't found a family doctor yet.

Internal appearance: Not too bad today, actually. Maybe that Chinese medicine is finally kicking in - I've been on it for around 5 weeks straight. I did get my hair cut and highlighted a few days ago, which was nice. It's good to be very blonde again. :) I was listening to bouncy music all day on my iPod, so I guess that's good. Lots of Madonna and Corb Lund - the fun stuff. If you like country, you might (might) like Corb Lund (he's a fabulous alt country musician from Alberta) - check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hp5TbQQTQA0.


10:10 p.m.
ETA: Gah, I hate Facebook right now. My pregnant cousin just announced her first ultrasound on her status, and the due date is June 9. Five days before my due date. How can I distract myself before I fall apart again tonight? At least I selected the option on the status feed to 'see less of' my cousin's news.

The Undemocratic Republic of Infertility. (Warning: Grab a cup of coffee first.)

In the vein of Guns ‘n’ Roses’ upcoming album, Chinese Democracy – and I can think of many other examples to illustrate what I’m about to say – democracy among involuntarily infertile women ain’t gonna happen. (Although I do hear that G ‘n’ R’s disc is finally scheduled to drop next week, after a 10-year wait. lol) Although I don’t see democracy as the be-all and end-all of political systems, I thought for the longest time that infertile women did experience a real kind of democracy, one from which we all benefited.

I believed:

• that we were all equal in our trials;
• that all of our voices were, therefore, equally valid; and so
• we could all minister to each other regarding our collective pain.

That was a dumb creed. Partisan politics are at work here, just as they are elsewhere. What I’m thinking of, in terms of the infertility wars, is the newbies versus the vets.

To describe newbies, I cannot do a better job than Tertia. Here is part of her infamous ‘IVF Barbie’ post, which is frequently copied and pasted to infertility boards:

Newbie Barbie: Newbie Barbie, also known as BabyDust Barbie is a bright, perky Barbie, filled with optimism and confidence that IVF Will Work. She is thinner and usually younger than the other IVF Barbies. Her accessories include rose-tinted spectacles, a positive bank balance, healthy insurance coverage and a million questions. Newbie Barbie has lots of other Newbie Barbie friends and they congratulate each other on a job well done. This Barbie only says pleasant, optimistic things and believes that Attitude is Everything. Their motto is Think Positive!!

Re: vets, here is a description from Tertia:

Veteran Barbie: Veteran Barbies are the Anti-Barbie. They are a whole lot plumper than the Newbie Barbies, less perky (in boobs and attitude), have grayer hair, a largely negative and over-drawn bank balance, plenty of bruises and marks and a slightly cynical attitude. They are dressed in comfy track pants with elasticated waistbands. Their accessories include a wealth of knowledge of reproductive procedures and protocol, the ability to practically do their own cycle, a snarky attitude, little tolerance for stupidity, a well defined sense of humor, the ability to laugh at themselves, a fondness for wine/beer/crack and a aversion to pineapple, baby dust and Newbie Barbies. This aversion in its more severe form can be allergic and acerbic. Veteran Barbies tend to swear quite a bit (especially when playing in the Barbie House with Newbie Barbies and Pregnant Newbie Barbies) and parental guidance is advised.

All infertility, apparently, is not equal.

Newbies look up to the vets, yet of course do not believe for one moment that they’ll ever be ‘like that’: that cynical, that old, that unsuccessful, etc. Newbies want endless assistance in deciphering their cycles, and can’t understand why vets are too tired and unwilling (and too filled with Lupron/Suprefact) to help, and why they are so sensitive! Why, they wonder, must every post in infertility chat rooms be labeled ‘m/c mentioned,’ or ‘success mentioned,’ or ‘pg mentioned’ (or any combination thereof)? Why can’t they just say whatever they want? “We’re all in this together!!!” Etc., etc.

In the meantime, although vets remember their own days as newbies, they’re too damn tired of it all; they’re just trying to cope. But when you reach your personal breaking point, they are listening; they get it. They’ve saved you a seat at the bar, just in case.

Nevertheless…

Boxing Match Royale: Newbie versus Vet

Announcer #1: “Well, here we are in Infertility-Land, witnessing a battle of epic proportions between the shiny Newbie in the blue corner and, in the red corner, the much more established and experienced Vet. We’ve seen countless rounds thus far, and who knows how the battle will end?”

Announcer #2: “Well, you’re absolutely right. Throughout this longstanding rivalry, we've witnessed many ups and downs. The Vet certainly has experience in her corner, and nearly knocked out her opponent in the last round when Newbie sprinkled baby dust all over her head. But, as we’re all aware, Newbie has her young age on her side, and so she pulled herself off the mat and rained retribution all over Vet by getting pregnant and then slugged her in the face by chirping, “See, you just have to believe, and it will happen!” Vet is ready to strike a blow … let’s see what will happen!”

Terrible, I know. It shouldn’t be this way.

I don’t know exactly where I fit in on the Newbie-Veteran TTC spectrum. I’m definitely no newbie. I’ve been in this TTC battle for over six years. I’ve been through PCOS, 4 rounds of Clomid, one injectable/IUI cycle, and one IVF, plus the HSG, hysteroscopy, laparoscopy, etc. Only one chemical pregnancy to show for it, plus a new diagnosis of severe male factor. Many vets will laugh at this list, as it’s not much. I’ve spoken to women who’ve tried to conceive for 20 years, who’ve endured dozens of medicated cycles, miscarriage after miscarriage, stillbirths, burst tubes, screwed up endometrial linings, OHSS, near-death experiences, and more. Sometimes I feel embarrassed for feeling like a vet, since I haven’t done nearly as many cycles as most have. The partial reason for this is because I’m Canadian, and due to the hugely inefficient structure of infertility care in my particular province, I haven’t been able to do any more than that. In SIX whole years.

E.g.:
-It took 12 months to get my intake appointment with the first RE.
-Another 12 months to complete the most basic of basic diagnostic testing.
-Another 12 months to get an appointment with the second RE.
-Etc., etc.

I was a newbie at one point. We were all newbies. So I know I should be nice – and I am really a nice person in real life – but I can’t take ‘newbie-isms’ anymore, such as:

(((HUGS)))
I’ll pray for you!
Just think positive!
It only takes one!
It will work!
I have a good feeling about this!
You will be a mother someday! God wouldn’t put this desire in our hearts if he weren’t going to fulfill it!
*Baby dust!!!*

I bought into most of this stuff for years – as I said, I was once a newbie, too – but I’m finished with it, and felt this way even before the first IVF. I don’t actually get mad about people saying they’ll pray for me – I appreciate that, still – but I can’t take the other comments. I feel more on the vet side of things now. Yet I haven’t gone through nearly as much as a vet.

So I’m in a liminal space right now – a doorway – and not sure what my political stripes are. I used to love posting on SoulCysters, but now, after my miscarriage, I see it as more of a Newbie venue. I can’t take the hope there anymore. It kills me, since I have dozens of wonderful friends there. I miss them terribly; they haven’t done anything wrong. I just can’t take the hope on SC anymore. And it’s impossible for me to deal with the friends who got pregnant at the same time as me: I cannot handle hearing about everything I’m missing out on, and don’t know if I’ll ever get to share. So I’ve stayed away.

I’ve been hanging around a bit on the Vet board of ivfconnections.com, but am unsure about my ‘vet’ status, and don’t want to be laughed at or yelled at for not being a real vet, so I don’t post much. I think they’d be ok with it if I did – they seem like really cool, smart, funny women – but I just don’t know. I miss my Mutant girls on SC.

I don’t know what this liminality makes me, in political terms. An independent? Fat lot of good that does. Just warming a seat for no good reason at all.

Looking for distractions (aka: life with infertility)

Living as an involuntarily childless woman means that everything not involving cycling is just a distraction. Noise. Background music. Vicodin. It's nearly impossible to sustain an interest in anything other than achieving the prize, a baby, so I welcome anything that can divert my attention for a moment.

My distractions:

• travel (I get to go places for free because I'm a grad student - yay for me)
• reading
• writing (poetry, memoirs, essays, and more; I also love writing my thesis, which is a memoir)
• watching old TV shows (M*A*S*H, All in the Family, The Nanny, Titus, SATC)
• photography
• working out
• cooking (although, oddly, I hate doing it)
• gardening (but I sold my house for the sake of my grad degree, so I'm in an apartment, with no vegetable plot in sight)
• family and friends (but I live 2000 km away from all of them, so that doesn't do me a lot of good...)
• cats (but I'm not allowed to have any)

It's hard to keep up with hobbies/interests (read: distractions) when one is infertile, especially when you're a TTC vet. You know, when you're depressed you basically just want to lie in bed or sit on the couch all day. It doesn't occur to you to listen to music. You don't realize that you've worn the same outfit for 4 days straight. That's what this is like. Chronic unwanted infertility = chronic depression. Alice Domar has done work on the this topic, and has found that depression rates among infertile women are around the same as those of women battling cancer. Crazy.

Today I got distracted, though, and it felt ... well ... almost good. I worked on the intro to my thesis, wrote a book review, got my hair cut and coloured, helped out someone who needed assistance, sat in on a meeting for an upcoming literary festival, and just made my DH's lunch for tomorrow. I was so busy all day; it's been over a year since I've accomplished so much in a 24-hour time span . It didn't help me, per se, but at least my attention was directed elsewhere for a while. How did I work up enough motivation and energy for all of this? I don't know.

Now what to do tomorrow? Nothing is on the agenda, other than my thesis. Perhaps I should make myself busy. But that requires energy. And I don't have any because I want to have a baby, but I can't. How to stop thinking about that? Get busy ...

It's a tautological thing. A dog biting its own tail. A cycle. Just goes on and on.

TCM (traditional Chinese medicine)

Oh gosh, where do I start on this one? I get a lot of questions about TCM, which is an acronym for Traditional Chinese Medicine. I'm definitely no expert on it, but I am a regular TCM patient, since I have pretty much given up on much of western medicine. I happen to be fascinated by Chinese culture, in general, and I am planning to go to China for the first time in June 2009.

Chinese medicine (TCM) works in a really different way than western medicine. The goal of TCM is to balance your body ('chi,' 'yin and yang,' and all that). So if you're sick or something's wrong with you, TCM doctors try to determine where you're unbalanced, and then they give you medicine (herbs), dietary recommendations, and acupuncture (and sometimes other stuff, too) to correct it. Their treatments are a lot more natural and uninvasive. They do take longer to work. E.g., my current doctor wants 3-6 months to work on me before another IVF treatment.

I figure that if millions of people have used TCM for thousands of years, there must be something to it.

I started using acupuncture a few years ago, after I had been in a series of car accidents. I was desperate to relieve the chronic pain, and among other things (e.g., NUCCA chiropractic, neuromuscular therapy, physiotherapy), I found that acupuncture and 'cupping' (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_cupping) provided some much-needed help.

I thought that Chinese medicine, in general, might be of use in infertility treatments. (Of course, this was back when we thought that our infertility problems were all 'mine.')

So I started to see a practitioner last summer. I wasn't very happy with him, though, since he charged so much money for the acupuncture and herbs: $140/week, and we're living in an economically depressed city, so that seemed pricey. I also felt that he was rushing me, and I do not like to be rushed on anything, ever (I mean, it takes me an hour just to eat supper! lol).

I also got the weirdest periods when I was under his care; this may or may not have been good, I don't know. The pain was incredible. Reminiscent of my tequila episode last weekend, the pain of that first period drove me to down a whole bottle of wine, just to manage the cramps. Isn't that awful? Again, I am not a heavy drinker - I down maybe 1 or 2 drinks per month. He seemed bemused by my body's reaction. I had seen another TCM doctor prior to this, in my hometown, and I knew that I could find someone better, who would spend more time to find out what was going on. I don't mind if doctors don't have all the answers, but I do want them to be interested in exploring the possibilities.

I got a recommendation on the web site ivf.ca to see a different doctor in my city. My first consultation with her lasted 90 minutes, and she asked piles of questions, checked my tongue, felt my pulse, and checked my blood sugar. She is a very knowledgeable, compassionate, and direct person. She says that her goal is to help my body get back into a balanced state before the next IVF, and she says that she's had some success with patients, but not with everybody. I appreciate that honesty. One thing that's been very positive is that she determined that I don't need the drug Metformin, since it's making my blood sugar crash after I eat breakfast (hallelujah - Met makes me feel so tired). Metformin is often given to PCOS patients as a first-line defence, and it doesn't work for everyone, but this is another story. My RE is going to be unhappy about my drugless state, but oh well.

This new doctor is very busy, and is frequently called out of the room, but I don't mind that at all - it gives me time to digest what she's saying and to think of what questions I want to ask. Again, I don't like to be hurried along, so this is fine with me. :)

So far, she's just had me take medicine (a custom-blend of powders, which I brew into tea, to combat my insomnia, anxiety, back pain, and current lack of ovulation), which I found odd, since I'm accustomed to using acupuncture, as well. I understood at first that she thought I wasn't strong enough for it yet. But I really wanted it. :) Acupuncture is very addictive - it feels like a natural drug. You lie on a table, and the doctor inserts very small, thin needles into precise locations on your body, and you stay still for a prescribed period of time, usually around 30 minutes. Some doctors will attach electric pulses to the needles (this is very pleasurable) and/or put infrared heat lamps over the needled area. This all sounds awful, I know, but it feels so good. Good, good, good. The needles don't hurt - at most, they pinch a bit while they're being inserted - and the resulting relaxation is worth every penny.

I insisted today that I wanted acupuncture, and it turns out that she rarely uses acupuncture in her practice because most people hate it and say that it is torture! What???!!! I know so many people who love acu, so I couldn't get over this. She was surprised that I wanted acu, and said that she just uses medicine for North American patients, since it's more cost-effective for them - she said that in China patients go 5 days in a row, then take 2 days off, and that they keep up that rotation until they are better. She said that the western once-a-week method is ineffective. I said I wanted it, though, because I love it, so she laughed and said that she'd do it. Yay - it felt soooooo good. Afterward, my tight neck muscles slowly 'popped' and relaxed, and my eyes looked bloated, as though I'd just slept for a solid 10 hours. Yum! My mental state is also better.

I've read a lot about how just the acupuncture can help with IVF treatments. My RE even recommends getting treatments immediately before and after embryo transfer, and she says that there is research to support this. I didn't do it for my IVF - I couldn't afford it at the time - but I will for the next one.

Here are links to a few books that you might want to look at, if you're interested in learning more about how TCM might help your infertility:

http://www.amazon.com/Infertility-Cure-Ancient-Wellness-Pregnant/dp/0316172294

http://www.amazon.com/Fertility-Wisdom-Traditional-Medicine-Infertility/dp/B0013TFBOW/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1226119399&sr=1-3

http://www.amazon.com/Tao-Fertility-Healing-Chinese-Medicine/dp/0061137855/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1226119399&sr=1-8

Hope this information can help someone out there!

Regards,

One-hit_wonder

P.S. My doctor mentioned to me - out of the blue - that most TCM practitioners in China fall into this profession because they receive such good benefits from the treatments when they are ill. I laughed and said, "Well, maybe I should do that. I like Chinese culture, in general, anyway." She replied, "I know - your eyes light up when I say the word 'acupuncture, and I can tell you are interested.'

And just now, she replied to an e-mail I had sent, and happened to add: "You really should learn this. I feel you have gut." I was flattered!

Is this the career change I've been feeling around for? I dunno!

Hopefully this is not a case of further self-delusion

I have been doing intensive research on supplements for my man (sorry, 'my man' sounds archaic, I know, there's a reason for it that I'm too exhausted to explain - I am v.v. tired, as Georgia Nicholson would say). And this is what I'm putting him on (being the good sport that he is about most things, he has agreed to this daily regimen):

-Ultra Vita Man (a twice-daily vitamin and mineral and supplement mash-up)
-Pycnogenol (the trademarked brand - dosage to be determined)
-Coenzyme Q10 (200 mg)
-extra calcium, since he's consuming fewer dairy products
-ground flaxseed on his cereal
-a small glass of organic concord grape juice (which he LOVES)

I've been reading some good things about the Pynogenol (especially re: morphology, which is a huge concern in our case) and the coenzyme q10, in terms of boosting overall male fertility. (If you're interested in sources, I can find them again and post them here.) DH was on a vitamin and a few supplements before the IVF, but I realized too late that the vitamin was quite low on some vitals, such as vitamins C and E, as well as zinc and selenium, all of which are important for male fertility.

In addition, we have gone organic. All of our food and household products are organic and natural. So are most of my cosmetics. I'm trying to find suitable personal products for DH, although he is partial to his Zest soap.

The reasoning behind the organic move is that we're both rural people, and we know it's better to eat local, natural, in-season food. We both grew up on farms, and we know the difference between organic and non-organic food (as well, we are painfully aware of how much poorer food is when it's grown commercially - we can't get over what 'city' people think passes for a tomato). We know that chemicals and pesticides and sprays are bad for people, animals, and the environment. Case in point: I grew up near potato fields - which are heavily sprayed - and my father has noted that the spray pattern affects the fertility of his cattle: he sees more deformed calves, miscarriages, etc., as a result. So that can't be good for people, either.

I see in academic research that male infertility is linked to non-organic food. This makes sense to DH and me. So even though organic food costs a fortune, and it's difficult to find where we live, we have decided to move in that direction. This means cutting back on meat and dairy, which is hard on DH, but he says he's done it before (i.e., when he lived in Europe, where meat tends to be more of a condiment than the featured dish).

DH has been pleased to discover that the new food tastes good - he was nervous about what we were going to eat, since meat wasn't going to be the main show anymore! I've made pad thai, which he adored, plus soups, bean dishes, and more, and he has liked all of it (except for bean soup, so whatever). I also baked organic whole-grain chocolate chip cookies (with millet! - what a weird ingredient!: that's cow's feed where he comes from), and they were the best cookies ever. We ate the whole batch in 2 days. :) I can post the recipe, if anyone's interested. The millet lent a nice crunch to the cookie experience.

My delusion? It's that these changes might actually boost his fertility, and that we could skip infertility treatments altogether. I would certainly not call this a hope, per se - I gave up on that concept a long time ago. It's just that, really, if you think about it rationally, going at this au naturale might make a difference. After all, my body seems to be in the clear. I ovulate, my lining is good, eggs are good, I get ewcm, my weight is a healthy number, etc. (I haven't been tested for immune factors, etc., but let's leave that, since I can't be tested for it unless I have another 1 or 2 miscarriages.) It's DH's swimmers that are more likely the 'issue,' no pun intended. The embryologist said he had a hard time finding any normal sperm for the ICSI, even though DH's total count is usually 20 million. So if he could boost the motility and morphology by exercising more often, eating organic, drinking filtered water, and taking supplements (which include tons of antioxidants), it is possible that something could happen. Again, this is not a hope, but I do hope that I'm not deluding myself.

Anyway, to wrap up what happened yesterday, I slept until about 4 in the afternoon, after drinking way too much tequila - will never do that again - so it was a short day for me. I felt a little bit better. DH is sending me for a massage and a hair appointment this week because he doesn't know how else to help. It won't fix anything, but the gesture is nice.

So I'm still sitting at home...

I didn't go out, so I'm 'safe.' Whatever that means.

DH woke up at 5, and tried to comfort me. Until I got pissed at him for offering 15000 times to help me somehow. He can't help; I'm alone. I'm acting so bitchy, I know. It's actually very much out of character for me. I'm very much a people pleaser. Trained to care about what people think. I am a Mennonite, after all (look that up if you don't know what I mean, or ask me if you care to find out - I just don't know if it's worthwhile to post that here - oh, there's the people pleaser in me coming out. lol).

He is a wonderful and kind person, and I did really feel bad for being mean, so I apologized. He knows I have a good heart, too, so he was fine with it. We sat up together for a while. He just went back to bed. And I just broke into a bottle of tequila. If you knew me in person, you might burst out laughing, because I have never been drunk in my life. I'm very much an in-control person. An in-control, prim, proper, prude people-pleaser. Hm. Yes, I've had too much tequila, but at least I can laugh at my alliteration skills!

I did tell DH that having children is a non-negotiable thing for me. I never planned on saying that to him, but the booze helped. Maybe that was a good thing. I was tipsy enough that I could say it without him feeling threatened, since he knew I'd had too much to drink. But at least the subject was broached.

Ok, I need to chill out now. Maybe eat some sunflower seeds and watch The Nanny until I fall asleep.

Before I go.

Before I decide what to do with the rest of the night, maybe I should tell about what happened during the IVF/ICSI.

First, here's the timeline of the 2ww. I'm copying and pasting this from my siggie on SoulCysters:

Sept 21: 11 eggs retrieved (OUCH!)
Sept 22: 10 mature eggs, 5 fertilized
Sept 23: 5 embies, still progressing
Sept 24: 2 embies died overnight; transferred 2 average-quality embies and froze 1
Oct 3: negative hpt
Oct 4: not testing
Oct 5: I can't read these stupid pee sticks!!!
Oct 6: BFP!!!!!!
Oct 8: beta

October 6th, the day I got the BFP on a digital, was the happiest and best of my life. The following is what I wrote about it.

Before today, I was starting to wonder what was going on in my body, given the following signals:

• Lots of thick white cervical mucous (which I didn’t think was due just to the Crinone discharge).
• Feeling little ‘zingers’ in my breasts, although they’re not sore at all (and they normally always are during the luteal phase).
• Vivid dreams. I dreamed that I had sextuplets and was trying to exclusively bf them all. I can be very naïve in my dreams. lol
• The last 3 or 4 days (I don’t remember when this started), I’ve been getting distinct, sharp twinges in my uterus. Mostly on the right side, but a few on the left. (*Gulp!*)
• On Saturday, I got two little pinpricks of dark brown spotting, one right after the other.
• On Sunday, a quick flash of abdominal cramping – felt like my period was arriving, but I was sure that it wasn’t, since it felt ‘different’ somehow – and it went away right away.
  Also, I was starting to think that Saturday’s test had given me, in fact, a positive result, since the more I looked at results of other similar tests online, the more I believed that what I had seen wasn’t an evaporation line.

Last night, I started to feel sure that I would see a + on the digital test. I felt calm and giggly. I don’t know how to explain it: I was just certain, for once in my life, that I was going to have a great peeing experience the next morning! Ha ha.

I didn’t tell DH because I didn’t want to raise his hopes for nothing, but I was sure he could tell from my face that I was pregnant. I tried to stay calm, though. I decided that I would go find him the next day at work to tell him, so that we could be excited together.

So I woke up at around 8 – I don’t know how I stayed asleep that long - and my heart started pounding … more like galloping! Got another fast wave of abdominal cramps, and then it disappeared.

I POAS – in a shaking body with a pounding heart - and it said ‘Pregnant/Enceinte.’

I had a tear in my eye, but mostly I was just hyperventilating and exclaiming, “No way, no way, no way!” I got dressed and did my hair and makeup, all the while with that pee stick beside me on the couch so I could keep glancing at it for confirmation. I paced the apartment for at least an hour because I didn’t know what else to do!

At 10:40, I hopped on the train, and happened to get into a weird conversation with a huuuuuuge dude – who said he was enamoured with my eyes (lol) - about murder and other unpleasant business, and how Stephen Harper (our prime minister) was no good for the Canadian justice system. All the while, I thought, “Argh, I don’t want to hear about this, I’m pregnant!”

Finally, after a few misdirected steps, I got to DH's workplace. It was 30 minutes before his lunch break, but I had him paged, anyway. He phoned to the front to find out why, but the secretary just said, “Someone’s here for you.” He says he had no idea that it was me. He came to the front – decked out in his hard hat and goggles – and I said, “Um, yeah, I forgot to pack part of your lunch” (which was true). Then I walked out, into the (more private) foyer, and he followed me. I turned around and said, “Hi, Daddy.” And then I don’t remember what he said! Probably: “Are you sure?” I said, “Yes.” He looked completely overwhelmed, and then hugged me tight. He stepped back and commented dryly, “You know, all this proves is that you can pee on a stick properly.” I said, “Whatever – can we go out for lunch?”

We drove to Kelsey’s to eat, and that’s the only time I really cried, when I said what shitty timing this was, since his dad died in January and won’t get to be a part of this. He would have been thrilled that I’m expecting.

Lunch was great – we talked and talked – and oddly (ha ha) we’re in agreement on almost everything; e.g., not finding out the sex(es). I put forward a new middle name, though, that I’d like to give a baby girl, and strangely enough, he didn’t hate it!

He wanted to know how I felt, and this is what I said: I didn’t trust my body; I never have. This PCOS, along with infertility, damaged my faith in my body. I thought it didn’t know how to behave. When I was diagnosed as a cyster, I started taking care of myself: I ate well, exercised, worked at managing stress, laughed every day. When we found out two weeks ago that my body was fine – just my right ovary is wonky – and that I am, in fact, reproductively healthy, I was in awe. I could have faith in my body, after all! It knows what to do! I don’t feel anxious because I am confident that my body holds wisdom about this entire process.

We’re going to wait until we fly back home in February to tell family and friends. It will be hard to keep this secret from everyone until then! My parents will be so excited – this will be their first grandchild.

Oddly, DH's sister knows that something is going on. She told him last week on the phone that she could feel that something was wrong with me, and she had been praying specifically for me every day. I wonder if my mom gets that feeling, too – wouldn’t be the first time!

DH was insistent that I write this all out today so that we could have it in our memories for the rest of our lives.

Wow, it hurts to re-read what I wrote.

Three a.m., listening to Blue Rodeo, and can't sleep

Just found out that a cousin is expecting, and is due around the time I would've been, in late spring. We grew up together, and I'll see her and the child at every family function. How lovely to have a tangible reminder, for the rest of my life, of what I'll never have. Will it be too obvious if I stop attending family gatherings?

She announced her impending arrival on her Facebook status, of course. I'm thinking of deleting my Facebook, as much as I love it, for it is now how I find out about:
-hints about early pregnancy (e.g., X is feeling under the weather! Tee hee!)
-pregnancy announcements (e.g., X is thrilled! We're having a baby!)
-pregnancy illness (e.g., X is miserable! When will it end?)
-pregnancy jitters (e.g., X is scared! We have to buy baby stuff but we're broke!)
-shower news (e.g., X is excited for all the baby stuff!)
-labour updates - I 'kid' you not - my niece did this when she was in labour earlier this year (e.g. X's water just broke)
-baby announcement (e.g., X's baby is here! She's darling, looks just like us, and she's perfect! After a whole 7 months of struggling to conceive, we finally have her in our arms!)
-complaints about said baby (e.g., X will never ever sleep again!)

What would happen if I were truthful in my Facebook status updates?
-I am changing my name to Loose Lucy because everyone in this city's medical establishment has now seen my vajayjay! Tee hee!
-I am scared shitless that my embryos won't make it until my transfer tomorrow morning!
-I'm miscarrying twin embryos! Thank God they didn't make it to 'fetus' status - it would've hurt even more!

F#*% it. I can't deal with this. Nice joke, God - good one, man. Why don't you rub it in a little bit more? Don't feed me that crap about crying along beside me - I don't believe it anymore.

I know I have to prepare myself. I know one of the next announcements will be my sister-in-law - my brother's wife. My brother, who's the 'middle' sibling, told me about six months ago that they would start trying within a year. His wife, whom I do adore, wants eight children, and goes to great lengths to describe what they'll be like. She wants them to look like me, and I am glad that she's Mexican and I'm Dutch: it would absolutely kill me if her babies resembled me.

Maybe it would be good if I heard about that one on Facebook. I'm not sure how I'd react if I found out in person.

Not sure what to do tonight. I'm not sleeping, that's for sure. I'm a chronic insomniac, anyway, and this miscarriage shit has made it worse for the last two months. I did sleep 10 hours last night, but that was partly because I took two Gravol pills (nice sleeping aide, in case you've never heard of that). I know I'm not going to bed tonight. My husband is going to freak because I didn't come to bed. I feel like going for a long walk, but we don't live in the safest part of town. I don't care, though. If I don't write more tonight, it's because I'm going out for a while.

Current Facebook status: Dead.

An essay I wrote a week ago.

Misplacements, displacements, where-did-I-put-you
I can’t recall

Gone, lost, not-found-as-yet:

favourite CD (the fourth time I’ve replaced it)
the only purple blouse I’ve ever owned (cotton, with white embroidered flowers)
clear nail polish (from my French manicure set)
1-cup measuring cup (although recipes are still turning out well)
a fresh pillowcase (mine is coated in mascara and saliva)
photographs destroyed in a downpour (two summers ago)
When Alice Lay Down with Peter (unreturned favourite book)
the language of my childhood (enough sticks to make it sting harder)
a brother, three grandparents, my father-in-law (stillborn niece and nephew)
my piano-playing ability

You think I exaggerate, I know. 6 years of lessons,
and they may as well never have happened.
Although I sing better now than I ever did in choir practice.

My landlord gave me an iPod that he found in a vacated apartment. I’ve been listening to it constantly since I miscarried two babies one month ago today. Lots of U2 – the more obscure and underrated, the better. Miss Sarajevo, Numb, Stay (Faraway So Close), more. Norah Jones: “Love in a time of war isn’t fair / He was my man but they didn’t care.” Blue Rodeo, but not the commercial stuff lately. Kenny Chesney for easy tears.

After I received the phone call that my beta number was too low, and I was already bleeding, I met my husband on the street – pouring rain, of course – to pick up books I’d had sent by courier. He asked what we could do, what could I take, surely there had to be medicine. Well, I said, there’s no glue to make embryos stick if they can’t stay. We got to the library, and of course my books weren’t there – they were lost somewhere en route. A day of miscarriages, I think to myself, what a pathetic metaphor. Must I insert Derrida into my story of loss? Really?

What can I say without sounding whiny? No one wants to read about personal tragedies if there is too much whining. Everyone wants hope – we look for it just as we can’t help but construct meaning from all kinds of text, whether or not it’s there. Book reviewers scavenge new texts for hope, all the more better when it’s a Holocaust novel, Rwandan massacre novel, etc. No one wants to hear otherwise. People want to believe that things will get better, that they’re in control of their lives. After you read this essay, if you’re at all interesting in what I’ve written, you’ll skim it again, looking for reassurance that things will end well. And if not, you’ll probably want to say to me Just adopt before you walk off without a care.

I read many books of tragedy, and think I should feel better. I had breakfast today: homemade bread, peanut butter, banana, milk (a childhood combination to which I always return). My cyclical disappointments should disappear in contrast. Should, should, should, don’t. My coffee cup says: “When I was young I was misled by flashcards into believing that xylophones and zebras were much more common.”

A reappearance

I had decided to let this blog go, since infertility was exhausting me so much I wanted to die, really.

But since I stopped blogging, I've been getting so much mail asking me to continue, I had to reconsider. I was shocked that anyone was reading my pathetic little blog on my pathetic IF story, including the author of Hannah's Hope (which is a well-known book among Christian infertile women). I mean, I am a writer, anyway, but even in that capacity, I'm surprised when anyone says they've read what I've written. lol

So, here I am again. I have to decide if I have the time to find the things I've written in the meantime for the purpose of posting them here. Because I've been through a hell of a lot since the last time I wrote here, and perhaps the story could help someone else (?).

Here's the story in a sentence: I endured the first IVF, found out that my DH's swimmers are (ahem) 'delayed' beyond belief, got pregnant, and miscarried shortly afterward.

And that's why I'm sitting on my couch, thinking that life is too long.

because i couldn't let it drop...

Remember that conversation I had with the lady in my class who kept insisting that I was lucky to be infertile? And I wouldn't let it drop, even though it was really painful, so I kept explaining until she started to think about what she was actually saying?

I'm kinda doing the same thing with my brother. I thought again about what he said to my poor dh (I understand what you're going through, just relax, just adopt, you're lucky because you can become missionaries), and I thought: he really needs to be told not to say things like that.

So I did. I did it in a diplomatic way, but I explained clearly that it's best not to pester people about their family plans, as many people can't have children (and that these questions rip their hearts out) or don't want them (and are too scared to say so because of people's potential reactions).

I've reiterated this to him several times since then, but he keeps saying that people just ask because they care, and so that makes it okay. He doesn't see my point - from the perspective of someone who is actually going through this - that these questions injure people's hearts: with 1 out of 6 couples experiencing infertility, asking someone about his/her family plans is a loaded question. He just doesn't get it, no matter what I say.

It's too bad, too, as he wants to go into missions. He is a very caring person, but sooner or later he'll have to figure out that he can't pretend to understand people's problems if he hasn't lived them himself.

Anyway, just thought I'd share that with you all, as I'm finding it liberating to (try to) set people straight about infertility.

RE

Less than 2 weeks until I finally, finally, finally get to talk to the RE about starting injects and IUI.

It can't come soon enough. If I have to wait any longer, I will give up TTC. I can't wait anymore. I've got to keep living my life.

I've decided that I will likely not pursue IVF, if it comes to that point. After what my brother said to my dh and me, I've realized that this is where I regain some control: I decide how far I will go with TTC. And it appears that that stops after injects/IUI, at least for now.

Why do people need to keep tabs on people's TTC efforts?

My brother figured out that I suck at TTC. I didn't know that he knew, and I'm very upset about it. Now I don't know who all knows about me.

My brother blurted out, "So are you having kids or what?" Dh was defensive, and said, "We're working on it." My brother made the usual comments that people say: "Just relax." Oh, and the classic: "Just adopt." Wait, wait, don't forget the self-righteous religious perspective: "It's great that you can't, because then you can be missionaries." Oh, I'm still so upset about this, I can't repeat any more of that conversation.

I asked him via e-mail how he knew this, and he said that I told him. It appears that he took a comment I made years ago about my PCOS (and how it might make having kids difficult in the future), and thought that I was already TTC since, well, I guess since we got married. Which we weren't. So I tried to clarify things for him, yet muddle it enough that he won't be sure if we are, in fact, TTC.

Because I need to regain some control. I feel like I've totally lost control over all of this, because I don't even know anymore who knows what about me.

Now that I rewrote what he said to dh about the missionary thing, I got angry all over again. Not only was that a stupid thing to say, I don't know why he bugged dh about this if he knew we were having problems.

So I just sent this to him: I know people bug you and [your wife] all the time about babies, and people bug us, too. I wish people would consider not asking other people questions about when and if they want kids, because it's hurtful to people who can't have them, or who've had multiple losses (like [dh's sister-in-law]), or who don't want them (because they're scared to admit that they'd rather not have kids). Makes me wonder why people need to know so bad.

I didn't want to tear a strip off of him (because he is a great guy), but I hope that he understands what I'm trying to say.

Just relax! Grrr....

I had a horrible night last night. It was the last maternal theory class (the one for which I presented that infertility seminar). At the end, everyone left except me and one other woman (who has 2 boys). She proceeded to give me her 'advice' (keeping in mind that I stated EXPLICITLY in my seminar that I wanted no advice, especially not of the 'just relax' variety).

The advice?: "You need to relax and not make it the centre of your life."

I laid the smackdown, which was unusual for me because I'm a very nonconfrontational person. I said, "Please do not tell me or any other infertile woman to relax. That's really the worst thing you could say." She kept saying that I need to relax, and I replied firmly each time that relaxing has little (if anything) to do with it because I have an undiagnosed medical condition. I said, "It's like telling a lame person to just relax and stand up; then he/she will be able to walk. No. It just doesn't work that way."

I also explained that having a baby is not the centre of my life; if it were, I wouldn't have sold my house and interrupted my treatments for a year in order to do my master's degree. Nor would I put off treatment for another 2 months in order to go to China.

And I said: You can't really blame people who do put it at the centre of their lives, considering how much emotional and physical effort go into it, as well as mega-dollars (especially American women). I said, "If you over-extended yourself on a mortgage, for example, wouldn't you be worried about it? How would you feel if someone told you to just relax? No, you wouldn't like it. The mortgage is a reality that has to be dealt with. It won't resolve itself."

Although she understood that, then, she still told me to enjoy my freedom. I referred her to Adrienne Rich, who said the same thing in her book Of Woman Born, and I reminded her that in my seminar I'd said how offensive that statement is to an involuntarily childless woman, who doesn't feel free because she didn't get to choose. She replied: "But you can do anything you want. After you have children, that all changes: your time, your sexuality, your body, your marital relationship, everything. You don't know what it's like. I have several friends who are childless. They have rich lives. You could, too, if you wanted."

I was so flabbergasted, I didn't know what to say. As though I'm unaware that everything in my life would change with the arrival of a child. And as though I don't have a rich life now? Whatever! She gave me an odd look and said, "No, I don't suppose you understand what I'm saying. I've been in both places: first childless, then a mother. And I'm saying that you should enjoy your freedom."

I said, "I am not in your position, but I do know something about children. I am a teacher and an aunt, and that means something. No, I don't know the extent to which things will change if I have kids. But I do know and accept that my life will be very different, and that I won't be able to be self-absorbed anymore. I am not under many illusions about motherhood. And furthermore, you have not been in my position, because you got to choose to have children. I did not get that choice. So I may not understand fully what you're saying, but you also don't have a clue about what I'm saying. Please don't say that you know how I feel, because you don't."

That took her by surprise, but she thought about it for a bit. Then she tried again to tell me how hard motherhood is, and that I have no idea. That I wouldn't idealize motherhood if I knew how much it would change my life.

I said, "I am not idealizing motherhood. I am conflicted about it, actually, because I do really want a child, yet at the same time, I don't. I DO enjoy my freedoms: sleeping in, travelling, going to see a movie, worrying just about myself, being able to talk to my dh. No diapers, no crying kids, a clean house. I can wear a silk dress whenever I feel like it, and I can do my makeup every morning. I often feel glad that I don't have kids because I can get more done - e.g., my career. Yet I still want a child. I'm under few illusions about motherhood. In my opinion, the majority of it for me would probably be hard and crappy. I'm afraid of the very real possibility of postpartum depression, for instance. I'm afraid that being a SAHM would drive me nuts. I am also shallow: I'm afraid of losing my figure. But I still want a baby. What it comes down to is that you got to choose, and I didn't. Plus, on top of that, my infertility is a constant reminder of my medical condition (PCOS). I can't just relax and forget about it."

I wouldn't let it drop until I saw that she was starting to understand how hurtful the words 'just relax' are.

Now I'm panicking about (potential) motherhood. Why do so many women/mothers try to talk infertile women out of it? Does motherhood suck that much? And if so, why did these women have kids in the first place? If motherhood is so bad, why didn't they stop at one kid? Am I going to resent being a mother, like she implied? What if she's right and I'm wrong?

On top of all that, my advisor wants me to think about turning my infertility seminar/paper into my thesis. I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if I can put it out into such a public forum, with thesis advisors, a reading committee, etc. My thesis defence would be public, open to everybody to attend. I'll hear so much more unwanted 'advice.' And yet I don't want to turn people off of asking me questions about my work.

As well, what if my family and friends found out about my infertility through coming across my thesis? If anyone googled my name, the title of my thesis would come up.

I just don't know about all of this...

Seminar!!

Did the seminar! It was a critical and historical look at infertility in the western world, and it lasted for 90 minutes instead of 30. Yay - everyone loved it! They were all so respectful, but they weren't afraid to ask questions and make comments, which was great! I got to preach about PCOS, and about knowing your body and its fertility, etc. And my professor came over to hug me multiple times before I left to go home (she's gone through infertility treatments, too). I love her.

And...dh felt bad for me that I put myself 'out there' so much for this project, so he went and got me The Colbert Report on DVD! What a great day! YESSSSSSSSSSSS....

Now I have to turn it into my final paper, which should be an interesting process. A 'birth,' as it were.

(And now Dh is convinced that I need to do my Ph.D. He is threatening to go to 'firefighter school' if I don't apply! Eek!)

Genetic counsellor (um, 'pregnant' with expectations?)

Genetic counsellor today was a frickin' waste of time, as dh and I expected. Also surreal, since both the counsellor and the doctor were at least 6 months pg. Of course. *Rolls eyes*

Anyway, as we were aware, there is a small (very small) risk of that 'Mennonite disease': hypophosphatasia. Or something to that effect. (Sounds like a really bad Disney movie! lol) But to me, it wasn't enough of a risk to warrant the testing until/if we need IVF, in which case I'd want the results in order to do a preimplantation genetic diagnosis.

We were also informed about the cause of death for our stillborn niece, and although it was a genetic problem, it wasn't something for us to worry about, as it was the result of a spontaneous mutation (did I say that correctly? I don't know). Anyway, just not something to be concerned about in terms of dh being a possible carrier. Rock on.

The counsellor also told me about other in utero screening (e.g., for Down's, spina bifida, etc.), but we're not into abortion or selective reduction or whatever you want to call it, so that didn't really apply to us.

So that's that. Good to get it over with.

Waitin' on the Easter eggie...

I don't think I did o, so who knows about the mittelschmerz that I got 4 days ago? Whatever. Hope it's not a cyst.

Anyway, I have loads of ewcm, and my lower abdomen is a bit crampy. So I pounced on dh tonight.

I'm not expecting to get pg anymore, but it's nice to feel 'normal.' I feel all powerful and sexy and creative when I'm ovulating.

Just thought of this: If I ever deliver a baby, will I ever let that child read this blog? I don't know how much I'm prepared to share about this infertility journey with any of my family members and friends at any point.

Another addition to the monstrous family.

Who announces on Facebook that her water just broke? (Is that weird?)

One of my nieces, that's who, as well as her husband. 2 minutes ago.

Now I'll worry about her all night, since she's having the baby at home. lol (Nothing wrong with that - that's what I'd like to do myself - it's just that I'll worry about her and the baby!)

I guess I'll have yet another great-niece or -nephew by tomorrow.

In the meantime...

In the meantime, I'm making further adjustments to my diet. I eat really well, anyway, but I figure it can't hurt to make it even better.

I'm adding one more veggie serving per day (so that's 5 veg and 4 fruits daily - and the way I measure my servings, that's probably equivalent to more like 7 veg and 6 fruits according to the Canada Food Guide).

I'm also cutting down on dairy, and adding more fish and beans.

And I'm going to try to cut caffeine. Hah, good luck on that one! I luuuuurve my coffee, especially my morning cappuccino. Um, maybe I'll start kicking that habit...next week. Yeah, next week. lol

easter egging so early? lol

I had pronounced ovulation pain and loads of ewcm yesterday ... which was CD12. What the heck? I've never gotten that this early in a cycle. So I jumped dh.

I still have ewcm today.

No cycle of mine is ever predictable. At least it's predictable that it'll be unpredictable! lol

I hold out no hope for a miracle BFP (which would by now be as miraculous as the Immaculate Conception, believe me), but it seems that I can't stop trying. I mean, by now, my statistical odds to actually conceive are at around 2% per cycle (medically unassisted). Very, very low, considering that your average couple's chance is over 20%. But I keep hoping that I'll be one of the 2%, even though I know already that that won't happen.

Ah, well. Like a turtle, I shall continue to inch my way on the conveyor belt of TTC until I get to my first medicated cycle in May or June. And then, if it does take, I will think, "Aaaaahhhhh! What did I just get myself into?!" LOL

my new great-nephew

I saw pictures today on Facebook of my new great-nephew. He's perfect. I could see that he already has the characteristic broad nose and full lips (top lip puffs out a bit over the lower one) that run in my husband's family.

It makes me sigh. I know our children would resemble him. If I could choose how my child will look, he/she would have either my dh's or my eyes (I think we both have beautiful eyes), my dad's aquiline nose, my dh's lips and eyelashes, and my cheekbones and jawline (which resemble those of my mother and her mother).

I look at the other nieces and nephews, as well, and they all give me ideas of what our children would look like. When dh and I are caring for his 8-year-old niece and 3-year-old nephew, in particular, people on the street often think that we're their parents because they look exactly like us. We have a picture of the 4 of us, and even their mother (my sister-in-law) and my mother-in-law commented that we looked like a family together.

And we are, in a way. They are the children of my heart, and they know that. You don't have to have children in order to be a mother.

The things that are lost when one is unable to conceive...

Well, another niece just had a baby boy this morning. I hope I get a turn at some point.

Jeepers, I'm a great-aunt 4 times over, and I'm not even a mother yet.

I will have to send a gift by mail (thank God, we live too far away to be immersed in the celebrations), if I can stand to go shopping for a baby present.

I have gone to only a few baby showers in my life. Since I've been TTC since I was 24 (and I'm nearly 30 now), all of these women in my life have been procreating on and on, while I've been at the sidelines. I avoid them like the plague - I just don't go, and I make up some lame excuse. I don't send a gift, either, because I can't bear to be constantly in the baby section of Wal-Mart: we have huge families, so babies are always coming and coming. (I've dropped all of my female friends, basically, because the baby thing was too much for me, too.) I don't tell anyone why, or make any apologies, because I have to protect myself.

I'm regretful and embarrassed, though, when I think about the possibility of my own baby shower in the future. There won't be one. I have pretty much no friends left, and almost no extended family (that's a long story, but my mom's family is too huge for anyone to really know each other anymore, and my dad's family is poisonous). So who would come to a shower for me, especially since I didn't go to any for them?

I'll make a list: my mom, my mother-in-law, my brother's wife, at least three of my four sister-in-laws, my one married female friend who has no kids, and her mom. And maybe one of dh's (single and childless) female friends. None of my cousins, and certainly none of my former friends. After all, I didn't go to their showers or send gifts or even have the courtesy to RSVP.

Very sad, I tell you. Especially since I used to have a lot of good female friends. It would be humiliating, actually, to have such a sparsely populated room for a baby shower. I'd be grateful for all the attendees, of course, but I miss my gal pals.

I don't want a shower, anyway. If/when I get knocked up, I will be too paranoid about losing the pregnancy to want any material baby items hanging around, just in case. I'm not superstitious, but in that case, I would feel that the baby things would be a harbinger of bad luck.

But I'll still feel self-conscious about my lack of female friendship.

The things that are lost when one is unable to conceive...

feeling swallowed

Someone on the SoulCysters web site asked the following question: So I've heard your life totally changes when you have a child (duh!), but how about also while TTC w/ PCOS? All I know is that ever since my ob/gyn got my bloodwork results and referred me to an RE, even just awaiting this appt..... my life is completely consumed. Does it ever settle down?

This was my answer: It has never settled down for me; I feel swallowed by it. My life has totally changed since I discovered I was infertile, and I will never be the same again. I do my best to ward off 'being consumed' by going on with the activities I enjoy (e.g., writing, working on my master's degree, watching Sex and the City, working out, being a research assistant, hanging out with my pals), but TTC is always on the backburner. Even after I finally have children (if I ever do), the pain will never go away. That's the truth for me. I hope you find your own ways around the TTC mess, and that you're blessed with healthy children sooner rather than later. (HUG)

Something's gotta give!

I'm starting to get excited about my treatments this spring.

Especially since the tech commented on my 'normal-looking' ovaries. Woot, woot! I forgot to mention that I'm developing follicles that are evenly scattered over the ovaries, and not in a string, a la PCOS. And that they're not enlarged, as is often the case in polycystic ovaries (the tech said, in fact, that she was having a hard time finding them!). I don't know if this is just due to cyclical timing or whatever (maybe they'll look PCOS-ish later in my cycle), but I'm so pumped about it, anyway! It's motivation to keep eating well and exercising!

I'm excited, actually, that dh has low morphology, since then we KNOW that something's not perfect, and we can do something about it! I'm sooooo hoping that these are all good signs!!!

My previous specialist did also comment that my lining was never thick enough (it was always around 4 mm). Why did he never do anything about it, I wonder?

So with injectables, IUI, and something to support the endometrial lining, something HAS to happen, right?

?

Ok, now I'm confused. Perhaps I'm overthinking all of this, but after doing some research on morphology...

My last specialist said he didn't know why I couldn't get pregnant. Is it possible to blame it on dh's newly-discovered low morphology? Is 2% low enough that that alone could have prevented a pregnancy?

And if so, I should be able to get pregnant via IUI then, right?

spelunking in the pelvic nether regions...

Went to the ill-timed doctor appointments today (i.e., they had to happen the day after I felt like giving up...).

Dh did another semen analysis. First time he's had to perform at the clinic, though; the last 2 times he did it at home and had me bring in the samples.

Anyway, the morphology concerned the doctor (it was something like 2% rather than 4%), although the motility and numbers were above average, so she is asking him to do it again. Surprise, surprise, dh didn't bellyache about any of this like he did the last time. Apparently it helped to have porn on the TV in the 'deposit' room. I know we're supposed to be Christian and all, but I had no 'issue' (ha ha, no pun intended) with it. And no apologies about it, either. Sometimes there are exceptions to the rules, but I understand that not everyone will agree with me on this.

Now dh told me that the problem lies with him and not with me. He was matter-of-fact about it. I don't agree with him, really, but whatever. I hope his pride isn't injured. I know that's a big thing for guys.

After this, we ran around the city until the first of my 2 appointments at the clinic. I was very sensitive to start with, and dh made the innocent mistake of going into a kids' toy store (he loves Hot Wheels), and I burst into tears and couldn't stop crying all morning.

I pulled myself together for the afternoon's round of pelvic invasion.

My pelvic exam gave me a shock. It started off well, as soon as I commenced talking. lol I'm much more relaxed if the tech/doc and I have a conversation as the dildo is spelunking in my nether regions. Ha ha. I gave her the history of vibrators in Victorian England (doctors used to use them on their female patients in order to relieve 'hysteria' and 'nervousness'). Okay, I've studied far too much nineteenth century British history, I know!

Here is the shocker, though: The tech says that there is no evidence that my right ovary is anovulatory, as my previous doctor said (and which I believed to be true, given that I'd never felt mittelschmerz from it). To boot, she says that my ovaries do not appear polycystic at all. I didn't see the screen because I want to throw up when I see my ovaries, but dh (who was watching the whole exam) concurred with her statements. She questioned, in fact, how I got the PCOS diagnosis in the first place, since my bloodwork is also normal.

HUH?

Dang it, I should have asked the RE herself. I'll have to do that next time. I need some time to process that information, first.

Anyway, so then we met with the RE. She gave us the results from a bunch of tests (including the semen analysis). So I do not test positive for syphilis: what a relief! LOL

The most important thing: after I finally have my CD 3 bloodwork done (likely on Sunday or Monday), get my fasting glucose results, and finish our consultation (on March 19) with the genetic counselor, we will meet in order to plan the first medicated cycle. And that will be....May 1. I kid you not - she's booked that far ahead. So dh got us onto a cancellation list, and there weren't too many patients ahead of us, so I think there's a good chance that we'll get in in early April. I hope.

Ugh, too much information all at once. My mind is.shutting.off.

Thinking about giving up

Before I went to bed last night, I looked up IUDs on-line. I wished I could get one.
Today I was in a daze, and everywhere were babies. Facebook, phone conversations, celebrity culture ... everything is about babies.
When my husband picked me up from school, I said, "I had a rough night."
He asked, "Why?"
"I think I'm pretty much done with the baby thing. I can't do this anymore," I replied.
He was quiet for a second, and said that he supported me no matter what. I appreciate that about him (so much), but I wish I knew if he were really okay with it.

__________

On the SoulCysters web site, I asked the administrator about the possibility of a childfree forum, given that none exists, and it is a legitimate choice about one's family situation. I'd like to be able to talk about this with other women who've already made the decision. But I got a really cutting response from her ("NO"), since she assumed that I wanted to start a forum where no one would be allowed to talk about children. Good grief. You'd think she'd be more understanding.

__________

I thought all day about what I'd be able to do if I had no children. I would've rearranged my twenties, that's for sure. I wouldn't have gone into teaching, most likely. Probably wouldn't have bought a house. I would have traveled more. I would be in a job that meant more to me.

Of course, I can't change the past, so I tried to imagine my future. Way more travel. I could go to Israel, Vietnam, Brazil. I could backpack in Africa. I could teach English in Thailand. I could do my Ph.D. I could have great cars, a nice house, and couture clothing. Those things would all be great; I'm not saying that they don't mean something to me. But somehow I just can't imagine that yet.

In the meantime, I'll make another trek to the doctor tomorrow.

??

I really want to know where God is. I've pretty much given up on God, and I don't want to hear any reassurances that God hasn't given up on me.
I have been faithful and patient. I've even thanked God for this tribulation, as it has strengthened me as a person.
But now I've had enough of it. I am seeing my nephews and nieces having children, and within the next year I expect my two younger brothers to announce impending arrivals. I can't deal with it anymore.

Feel like giving up, for real.

Well, it's 13 dpo, and I started spotting yesterday afternoon. So, if you recall my scientific proposal to test the 'just relax and go on vacation and get knocked up' hypothesis, I was right, and fertile people are wrong. While I should feel comforted to be proven correct, I'm kinda down about it.

For the first time, I feel like giving up on TTC. It's been so long (almost 6 years) of unsuccessful trying, and it's taken almost two years just to get proper medical assistance.

I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of all the waiting. Waiting to bleed, waiting to ovulate, then waiting for a positive test that never arrives. I'm tired of all the fads, like cinnamon and fish oil. I'm tired of timed sex. I'm tired of on-line information-hunting all the time. I'm tired of envying other people for their children. I don't want to think about it anymore.

I think I need a very, very long TTC break - with contraception so that I stop thinking about 'what if' - but if I decided to return to the baby roulette game, I'd probably have to wait yet another a year for medical help.

I'm so tired of it all, and I just want to lay it down.

Back from a baby-making vacay.

Back from seductive Cuba. (Viva Cuba! Cuba Si!)
We were away for 2 weeks. I had a wonderful time, and was able to forget, for the most part, about TTC.
I did o, though, at the end of the first week. Strangely, I had o pain for 4 straight days. I was wondering if I was getting a cyst or something.
So now I'm 10 dpo, and waiting.
Our appointment with the specialist is on Thursday, though, so we'll get the last of our testing done. I'm hoping and praying that we can start a medicated cycle next month. I'm not holding my breath for a + in 4 days, although I SHOULD get one, considering I took the standard 'fertile-friend' advice to go on vacation and just relax!

My poor, lovely little man

I can't believe I ever thought that dh didn't want children.

Two days ago, I was looking through the Christmas pictures I took with his family. At least 35% of them involve him with his small nieces and nephews (especially the nephews!). In one particular picture, he is sitting on a loveseat, face to face with his 3-year-old great-nephew, who is reclining on his lap. I took a closer look at my dh's face, and he is intent on whatever he was saying to the little boy at the time. I didn't realize that that intensity is the same as love.

I felt naive for ever questioning dh's desire to expand our family. Of course he wants children; I can see that in his eyes in that particular picture. He just doesn't say so because he knows what the additional stress would do to me. So he pretends the opposite.

Aw, what a dear man. And LOL - I feel so dumb for not realizing all this earlier!

finding soulmates in unexpected places

A textbook example of irony: I, a 'barren' woman, am taking an Education course on maternal theory.

Via e-mail, I asked my professor of the course (she's also my thesis advisor) about my topic for my seminar: the irony of being infertile while being paid to care for other people's children. I was too shy to talk about it in class, since I didn't want to deal with undesired 'advice' and pitying looks. However, I adore this professor, and her opinion matters to me.

So I shared with her a bit of what I'm enduring, and I attached the transgressive essay I wrote about it last semester, which was a bang-up piece of writing, if I do say so myself.

She replied by praising my writing, and then asked if I wanted to hear another story about it. (I thought to myself, "No, not really....") She said she's been through the same thing.

I bawled all over my office at the university. Tears everywhere. Dh says she must be my soulmate. :)

A scientific study about TTC and going on vacation

Ok, I'm designing a research study.

Please feel free to check my findings for reliability, validity, etc., etc. Sorry, I don't have the technical lingo down pat. I'm only on page 77 of my research methods textbook. lol

Principal investigator: Yours truly

Research problem: Fertile people tell infertile women to go on vacation, and poof, they'll be pg.

Hypothesis: That the above statement is a piece of garbage.

Method: Yours truly will go on a 2-week vacation next week to an all-inclusive resort somewhere in the Caribbean. She will rest and relax on the beach. During this 2-week span, she will ovulate. She and her dh will bd at appropriate times (i.e., before and during ovulation). After 14 days, she will use an HPT to attempt to detect pg.

Expected findings: After the 2ww, she will find that she is once again not pg.

Implications: The results will revoke the validity of the "go on vacation!" hypothesis that is so often forwarded by highly fertile people.

Explanation

Sorry, didn't explain my last post properly.

My father-in-law passed away last week. It's such a hard time for my poor dh.

I think the father thing is really getting to him now; as a cyster mentioned on SoulCysters, he probably wants the kind of relationship with his children that he had with his own father, who was a wonderful man. Aw, my poor dh.

TTC update

TTC update: My genetic counsellor just called to confirm that that the recessive gene for that 'Mennonite disease' I told you all about last month does not run in my dh's family. I kinda knew this, but this was official confirmation, which is good news. She can't find my dad's medical info at Health Sciences in Winnipeg, but I don't think that that matters now.

So I don't have to go in for genetic testing if I don't want to; hopefully this means that we can speed up the process so that I can have my first injectable/IUI cycle in 4 weeks. Now I'm just waiting for Feb 28: that's when I will have my pelvic exam and other testing, dh will have his s/a, and then hopefully we'll make the plan for my inj/IUI cycle. (In the meantime, I have to get the CD3 bloodwork done, as well as the GTT.) I wonder if I will be able to start a medicated cycle in March?

In the meantime, 2 weeks away in February should get me mentally prepared for all this, I hope!

So weird about my dh...he has never said to me how he feels about the whole TTC schmozzle. In all the 5-6 years of trying to get pg, he has never expressed his opinion on the matter. The day after his dad's funeral last Saturday, we were driving his mom somewhere, and we were talking about our great-nephew (he's 3 and so amazing and adorable) and how his parents (our niece and her husband) don't really appreciate him. We were talking, too, about how another nephew (also 3 and wonderful) clung to me all week; he wouldn't even go play with his cousins. Dh suddenly burst out: It's not fair, Mom. And then the 3 of us were quiet for a bit.

Also on the weekend, dh had his cousin's fussy baby asleep in his arms, and he was all concerned that the baby wasn't overheated and that his neck was being held at a proper angle. I am praying desperately that I can give him his own child to fuss over. He'll be a kick-ass dad.