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As if two weeks of waiting weren't enough

This is looking like the second month in a row that I'm having a 15 day luteal phase. >_< Possibly even 16, if AF doesn't stop twiddling her thumbs and get this show on the road today. Sure, it's only a day or two, but that split second of thinking "maybe this is it" is beyond annoying and highly unnecessary, like stabbing me in the back and twisting the knife around. Et tu, Aunte? 

It's also the second or third month in a row that my bbs have gotten ridiculously sore and swollen close to the end of the cycle. It was so bad this month that dh made comments on two separate days about how huge they were. :/ Maybe my progesterone has gotten a bit out of hand or something? Anyway, no need to alert the troops bc sadly they don't hurt at all yesterday/today and look pretty normal again. Like I said before, let's get this show on the road. *begins death march*

Once again trying to move on

I wish I could pluck the desire to be pregnant from the back of my mind like a sweater I'll never wear again that's just taking up space in my closet and give it to Goodwill or something. This clearly isn't happening for me, and I don't mean that in a poor-pitiful-me way, just in a logical, honest way. I want to be done with this. It's been three years. It's like pining for some long lost love that's never coming back. At some point we're all yelling at the TV, "Get over him! Move on! You've got so much life to live!" It's not that I'm spending a lot of time and energy on ttc anymore, it's just that I wish that little desire in the very back of my mind would go away. So at least then I wouldn't feel indignant when I see a Snapchat pregnancy announcement (just in case I had missed the one on facebook, which I didn't -- "honeymoon baby!" -- 8 whole weeks pregnant; the ultrasound didn't even look like a kidney bean at this point, just more like a blob). And I wouldn't feel blindsided when the girl who told me she and her dh were never having kids because of the serious mental disabilities in both their families and told me about their adoption plans posts pictures of her baby bump. I mean, good for all of them. Everybody's got a life to lead. But that clearly isn't mine, and I'd like to get the picture out of my head. 

Dh had been gung ho the past couple of months, but we've hit a really rough patch the past few weeks. Lots going on, and though it's nothing bad between us, our relationship could probably use some tlc. Ttc feels like the exact opposite of relationship tlc, so I'll probably be putting the brakes on that for the coming months. I just don't have it in me. 

This probably isn't the most appropriate place to be posting any of this. Maybe one of these days I'll hunt down a "moving past infertility" blog community. Until then, thanks for letting me vent here. 

Sending happy thoughts. 

When you wake up on 12dpo...

and your persistent symptoms urge you to the bathroom to test, and you psych yourself up like "Okay I'm gonna test!" and grab the FRER box from the cabinet only to realize... it's EMPTY.  :'D  Oh well, lol. What's a couple more days? 

10dpo, feeling surprisingly zen

I was going to use this post to lay out my symptoms and talk about how 10dpo is my least favorite dpo because it seems like it dangles false hope in front of me only to snatch it away on 11dpo. However, during my morning prayers, I was reminded to trust the journey. Trust the journey. So many things in my past happened at just the right time. Big things. Things I had wanted to happen, things I would've had happen way earlier if I'd had my way about it then. But looking back the pieces fit together perfectly, and all those things led me right here. Even allllll this time ttc, it has led me right here. And that kind of makes me smile, because I feel like the universe is watching me going, 'Ah, now you're getting it!' I think about all the things that have happened in the past 3 years, and some things would have gone very differently if I had gotten pregnant when we started out. I may not have taken the "risk" of accepting a new job (a job I really love!). And I probably wouldn't have gotten back into the studio with my yoga practice, which has been such a valuable, life-changing accomplishment (a move I only made as a counterbalance to all the time and money and energy we had spent on the IUIs, so maybe they did pay off in a way, lol). And so many other countless things. Anyway, I'm not saying the journey hasn't been hard or that I would have planned it this way, but I'm choosing to respect it and trust that it is leading me somewhere that I'm going to be so happy to be.

Sending zen vibes to all of you out there on this beautiful Thursday. :)


I've said it before and it's still true...

I need real-time stats about what's going on in my body that I can just pull up on an app. Like, imagine if you wore a wristlet (like a fitbit) and it would tell you everything you could ever want to know about your fertility: follicle sizes, confirmed ovulation, a semen analysis breakdown after every dtd with a special alert if one made it to fertilize the egg, and then updates on implantation or not. At least then there wouldn't be all this waiting, and you could pinpoint every little detail!  Instead I'm left wondering what dh's motility was like and if any even made it to the egg, and if they didn't then it would be nice to know right away so I'm not imagining these cramps are my April baby. 

Anyway, back in reality... (lol...) I'm halfway through this tww. I'm not as neurotic as this post makes me sound, just wishing an end to this ttc journey. I'm a weary traveler at this point. I mean, it's *possible*... (the doc even said so). FX for a miracle bfp!

6dpo, dry as the Sahara

Lying down for a nap but figured I'd check in really quick. Nothing too noteworthy going on here, except that since about 3dpo I've had NO cm. I usually always have some I feel like, even just a little bit, but I've been super dry the past few days. Not sure what that's about. I had a bad jittery hot flash yesterday out of the blue as well, but who knows, and generally some cramps, gastrointestinal issues, and craving artichoke hearts since last week. :P Over these years I've learned my body is always up to something weird! Lol.

Any symptom spotters out there? How's the waiting going? 

a toast to being back in the tww

Well, for better or worse, I'm raising a glass of wine to being back in my first tww in quite a while. Actually, this may be my first official tww of the year! (I think I started AF after our last failed iui right around NYE.) Anyway, with dh's renewed enthusiasm and fancy vitamins comes my return. He seems SO positive and committed, but maybe this is the natural swing of things, like it was his turn to carry our ttc torch because I got too tired, haha. 

All right, here's the rundown: I had ewcm on cd 9 - 12, and thankfully I used opks bc it had really dropped off to just watery for 13 (positive opk) and 14 (today, O day, complete with O pains). Honestly if I had just been going off cm I might have miscalculated this one. We dtd on 8, 11, and 12. Today we dtd but collected in a softcup and I inserted it after using some preseed in an applicator. I've read anecdotal evidence that this helps, and short of ivf it's the only thing I feel like we've never tried (I've inserted after dtd before, but never tried the collection method). Then for good measure I did a shoulder stand for 5 minutes (part of my regular practice so not that big a deal), and then I did halasana (plow pose) for ~5 minutes, then rested with my hips on a pillow for a few minutes. Normally I wouldn't resort to extended inversions but with the softcup collection it seemed prudent, and what's a few extra inversions? I feel good about how with this method there's zero spillage, so there's that. 

Anyway, here's to the wait. And here's to hoping. Cheers, ladies. Wishing all of us some much-needed luck. 

When it takes you so long to get pregnant

that the "obscure" baby name you picked out just over three years ago is suddenly in the top 10 on a popular names list you ran across on fbook...

Of course this doesn't matter, but it still feels like adding insult to injury. By the time I have a kid with that name all I'll hear is, "Oh I have a niece/daughter/friend's kid named that too!" But of course I'd still rather have a kid with a common name than not have one at all.

Sometimes all of this is more than I feel like I can bear, and I wonder what it is that the universe is waiting for. 6 or 7 months ago I became convinced that I was learning humility, but at this point I don't know. I feel angry again, and I really hate feeling that way. 

My dh has renewed hope and wants to "try" again for a few months. I've read plenty of anecdotal tales about success with motility in his range (27 - 33%) after taking all the fancy vitamins, etc, so I know it isn't impossible. Even our RE before we left said it was possible we could get pregnant. It just feels unlikely. I wish I could shake that and reclaim that naive positivity I had a few years ago. 

It's been a crazy week. I need to find some peace and focus and remind myself that everything is as it should be. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be and who I'm supposed to be. And what's in a name anyway, ol' Bill would ask me. And I would have to admit he has a point. 

Apologies for this early morning thought jumble. Sending happy thoughts to each of you. 

Pinterest is the devil

Is it possible to get through ANY holiday anymore without a flood of pregnancy announcements?!? It's news enough on its own, no need to take over everyone's holidays. I blame Pinterest for this shit. Effing pinterest convincing effing fertile ppl to rub their second/third/fourth kids in our faces. Blah!

(I wanted to post this on sosh med but figured it ill-advised since everyone who just posted would feel I was picking on them and be all sensitive/indignant about it.)

Miss you guys. Hope you're all doing well. 

System Overload

This year I have been on a spiritual journey to let go of the negatvitiy associated with my 3rd year ttc, or at this point more like ntnp (yup -- three effing years), but lately I've been increasingly worried that I'm going to snap on someone when they bring it up.  Snap probably isn't the right word.  More like explode.

I haven't been sleeping, I've been dreaming -- trust me, there's a difference.  Last night I dreamed I was wandering through a room, like at a party, and every person I encountered either asked me about our plans for kids / why we don't have kids / gave a bunch of idiotic "advice" / asked why we aren't considering adoption, the list goes on.  It was a compilation of every awful, unhelpful, uncomfortable remark anyone has ever made to me regarding reproduction, and it just went on and on and on.  I'm actually tearing up right now as I type it, because it was so awful.  Eventually, near the end of the dream, I started snapping on people about it.  

"I had a friend who had the same problem as you guys and he just lost weight and stopped smoking and now they're pregnant", simple shrug.  "Great," I replied, "obviously that's our problem then, if it worked for your friend.  Even though my husband's not overweight and has stopped smoking, and it didn't affect his motility.  In fact, your observation is so revolutionary, I'm not sure why you don't go public with this!  How about you go find every man with low motility and explain to him if he loses weight (which he may or may not need to lose) and stops smoking (which he may or may not do) that -- voila -- problem solved!  All those reproductive endocronologists out there, but by god I guess you've figured it out."

That part probably showed up in my dream because it happened to me yesterday.  We were at an all-day family event, and someone gave me that off-hand remark.  I just seethed over it.  It's like it ate me alive, and I didn't say anything.  Then this family member proceeds to say (in the real life moment), "So and so that was here earlier is in the same boat as you -- they're having trouble, too."  Turns out their version of trouble is six months ttc, and they're millionaires, so it's not like they can't afford to go find out what their trouble is and probably afford to do something about it as well.  Six months.  Millionaires.  I continued to seethe.  She tittered on until I finally said, "Well you know I've kind of given up on that, so it's whatever."  And she was like, "Oh well don't say that.  It will happen."  I left the room.  >_<  Anyway, in my dream, when I reacted to this similar remark with my huge blow up, everybody in the room just stared at me.  "What's your problem?" they said.  "Are you really that jealous / bitter / upset about this?  You could just adopt / you're young / it's okay, it will happen when the time is right."  The list goes on.  

Other tidbits from the real life yesterday include the conversation turning to a couple who has waited until 38 to try to get pregnant, (who obviously wasn't present for said conversation), and everyone remarking how "they waited too late" and "watch them not be able to have children" and how "if he wanted kids that bad he should have married someone younger / put it in the prenup / etc., because now he's probably screwed".  PUT IT IN THE PRENUP?!  I just wanted to scream.  I don't know how I didn't.  And thinking back, I'm still trying to figure out how all of these separate, crazy conversations actually happened yesterday.  And then dh's dad still makes all these remarks about, "When you guys have kids...", and I just want to yell at him to stop.  "What kids?!" I want to yell.  "Explain to me when we're going to have all these kids you're talking about?  Just SHUT UP!!!!"

I'm just tired.  I'm so tired.  Literally and emotionally.  This past week I had a friend (you all may remember -- she's the one who got pregnant and told everyone not to tell me but then went behind my back to casually ask me for my obgyn's info, which I gave to her and would have given to her even if I had known, but I felt like she had betrayed me with the way she did it because she lied to me about why she wanted the info and we were supposed to be friends), anyway, she has since had said baby and her wedding, which I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid in, is a month away.  She had been super laisezz-faire about said wedding, but eventually she created a facebook group for the bridesmaids to share updates with us.  Somehow I guess I wasn't getting notifications from this group even though I was in the group.  In March she posted about dresses, and I didn't see it so I knew nothing about it, and I have seen her at least five times since March and she said nothing, but then -- last week -- she texts me and says, "Hey, so are you still interested in being in my wedding?  I understand that things change and life happens, so if you can't then no hard feelings, I understand."  LIFE HAPPENS?!  I was furious.  I seethed.  At the advice of my friend I took the high road and replied that I thought I was still involved, but I hadn't received any updates.  She mentioned the group, which I finally dug up from the depths of facebook to get caught up on, but I couldn't help thinking, 'Really?  You couldn't have mentioned this to me one of the times we actually saw each other in person?'  Anyway, it's resolved, I got my dress, whatever.  But I never cease to be amazed.  I went to her effing baby shower for god's sake.  Despite her attitude and how she has avoided me "to spare my feelings", I have not done anything to make it seem like I harbor any resentment towards her, and I'm tired of being treated like this.  Like I'm some sort of broken and/or delusional person, like it's all in my head or something.  It's like infertility is somehow defining me, and it kills me, and I want to scream right in everyone's smug little faces.  

And I was doing so well, and now I'm writing all this out and I look like a crazy person.  I just want everyone to stop.  It's just that I feel like people are constantly making these tiny little remarks.  Like at the office on Thursday, one of the contractors was lamenting the fact that they just found out his wife is pregnant with a honeymoon baby.  Just... ughh.  Ugh.  I think about the iuis we did and wonder why they didn't work for us, but why they work for some people.  I think about how most people don't even have to try, really, and all those people just have kids and that's that.  And I want to know why, but I know that's a ridiculous question because there is no why, it just is.  It just is.  But it doesn't make it any easier to swallow.  

I need more tissue.  End rant, I guess.