So Apparently Ureaplasma Is Haunting My Pee Hole
The hits just keep on coming this week! First a diagnosis of mild PCOS and now, this just in: UREAPLASMA lives inside of me and wants to do bad things to my future.
Nothing up my sleeves, plenty up my lady parts.
Here’s the skinny on ureaplasma: up to 80% of sexually active women harbor the bacteria in varying degrees and while it’s curiously under-researched, it’s commonly believed to cause difficulty getting pregnant, miscarriages, early term births, respiratory problems in infants and stillbirths in some cases.
I googled the bejeezus out of this little-known critter today and learned that some believe it’s “overlooked” in fertility work ups on purpose because think of all the money an industry can make when it glazes over a common, silent infection that obstructs infertility and could be treated on average in 10 days with doxycyclin antibiotics. Those bastards!
Anyhow, I *have* it so I have to wait until my trusty BFN in less than 2 weeks (a just-in-case measure, as doxycycline is a category 5 antibiotic so better not to taken in early pregnancy) and when AF strikes my parnter and I will try to blast the ureaplasma out of our systems with sweet western medicine. Oh and no sex during that cycle because there’s no telling who the carrier monkey is but we don’t want to keep passing it back and forth. Isn’t that SO ROMANTIC?
Did any of you know about this? Anecdotes? Flowers and chocolates? Bring it.