I really never do give up hope… my two percent chance just dropped to half a percent when my temperature dropped an entire degree this morning :(. Still no period though… just some very light, brown spotting. Must be a matter of hours. At least this month, the pre-period cramping is fairly minimal… (small sigh).
Monthly Archives: May 2011
I held out hope, but it is time to recharge emotionally to start my cycle over again. I really need to stop with the early pregnancy tests because I never believe the results and the little buggers are an annoying expense, but I can’t stop myself! So here I am three negative pregnancy tests later, the spotting has started and Aunt Flo will surely make her full appearance later today. As the chance gradually slips away with each test, I ease into the news – 50% chance the test is missing the baby hormones, 18% chance, 2% chance, then the arrival of my period. But by that point I am almost fully expecting it’s arrival, so I am only 2% disappointed. I feel much more at peace this month. This is good news, because I really do not want to ruin another fun trip for myself with my internal bad mood. I don’t feel the need to curl up in a ball and be alone this time. I am so excited to escape to NY for an extended weekend!
We did leave the doctor’s office on Monday with a short term plan of attack. I mentally and emotionally could not handle everything going on in my professional life and deal with my surgery apprehension. I was able to grill the dr on how many procedures has he completed, what are the worst complications that he has seen, the recovery, the percent chance that he’ll find endometriosis when he goes in, and about my other options. This is a surgery he has performed hundreds of times with only a few cases with complications. It sounds like he takes a very conservative approach to the procedure as not damage any organs while removing the endometriosis. He expects 85-90% chance that he will definitely find endometriosis.
After the appointment, I canceled the surgery for June 1st. I left feeling sure that I should undergo the procedyre, but I wasn’t prepared emotionally yet and it seemed like the world was giving me reason after reason why this was not the month. I filled my prescription for Clomid to take in June. Hopefully, the first time will be a charm! But if it is not, we have marked off July 6th on the calendar to reschedule the procedure. This time, I won’t feel rushed into it and hopefully feel much better about it. I have stopped waking up at night feeling panicy since we canceled… I think that is definitely a sign that I made the right decision for me this month!
90% of the time, I have a 13-14 day back end of my cycle. If I have a 13 day back end, I could start my period on Tuesday. This puts tomorrow as three days before my “missed” period. As much as I try to forget about that lone pregnancy test residing under my sink, I can not get it out my head. I know better – my face is breaking out like I am high school. I’m completely bloated and have been having abdominal pain all afternoon (endometriosis flaring up because of hormones or just regular cramps?), and my boobs are swollen and hurt. It is pretty obvious that my period is coming. BUT the hope is always still there, because until it shows up I’m not really not pregnant.
I’m trying to push it out of my mind…. (because really – I could pee on it now too…)
I know that facebook is a virtual emotional minefield, but I still venture out there more than I should. Today, I had a breaking point though! Birthwatch – the name of the app says everything that you need to know. In my newsfeed, I was informed of the exact age and development of the most annoying mother-to-be’s baby! I went scrambling to hide this app and “friend.”
This is the first baby related person that I have hidden, but given how much she has overshared already and she is only at 7 weeks and 6 days (thanks Birthwatch!) – I don’t think I will be able to take 32 more weeks! It started with the pregnancy announcement – probably before the pee had even dried on the stick – that admited it was a completely unplanned pregnancy (as they just got married and she is only in her first year of med school) and stating, ” We are gonna make the best of it even though it’s gonna be a difficult road.” (I was already gritting my teeth).
Then came the posts complaining about not being able to drink coffee, the ultrasound picture, pleas to continue her good luck streak of no morning sickness (I would look at getting pregnant without trying as the stoke of good luck), an update she was skipping a friend’s birthday party because, “Don’t think there’s such a thing as a non-smoking bar that will be pregger-friendly” (this still has my scratching my head – they do serve water, juice, and sodas without caffeine at bars the last time I checked). And today Birthwatch! Time to hide her!
I’m glad to have headed this novel new app off at the pass before these status’ for all my pregnant friends started showing up in my newsfeed! It is not that I am not happy for my friends who are pregnant, it is just their happiness sometimes feels like a spotlight on my sadness. So sometimes a little bit of self-presevation is required.
I am horrible at making decisions! I am overly analytical, am a sorta perfectionist and constantly second guess myself. I was on board with the endometriosis surgery. I had read up on it, I had processed my fear and was feeling hopeful. But then yesterday happened.
I told my mom about everything. As soon as she heard about it, she asked if she could ask her friend who is an OBGYN what he thought of my doctor’s surgical skills. He had nothing to say badly about the doctor, but he recommended trying for a year before undergoing the procedure. Like all surgeries it inherently has risks. This was my first gut reaction too- take the Clomid for a few months and reevaluate at the end of the summer.
Canceling the surgery would definitely make my life easier and make me feel less guilty. 1) there is a huge deadline at work that I will be out for my recovery during the final push. 2) my parents will cancel a vacation that they had planned because the surgery happens while they would be gone.
The people effected above have all multiple times reassured me that it will be okay. So really these are factors that I shouldn’t take into account.
So should I do it or not? Or should I try the less risky options first????
I am so conflicted!!!
A recent obsession (besides my uncooperative fertility) has been a heightened curiosity regarding the royal wedding and British society. The main focus of my fascination include hot Harry, party girl Pippa and Princess Kate’s style!
Of course, new additions to the wardrobe are a must before any trip and our upcoming NY trip is no exception. The “Kate Middleton-esque” espadrilles I ordered were waiting for me tonight. I love internet shopping because you get the shopping rush twice – once when the item is ordered and then again when there is a “present” waiting on the front porch. It feels like Christmas morning!
Can’t wait to feel like a princess when I wear them next week!
A few of my architecture school friends came over tonight for an informal get-together / pizza dinner. I needed to pick up a bottle of wine to share so I stopped at the grocery store after work. I picked out a Pinot Noir and then headed over to the pharmacy department. I had been needing to pick up my prenatal vitamin prescription for several days and this was finally my chance. Only as I was checking out, plunked the bottle of wine down on the counter and noticed the questioning stare of the pharmacist, did I realize that these two items don’t really compliment each other!!
I’ve been trying to stop explaining and apologizing all the time, so I silently bit my tongue, quickly paid, and slipped our of the store – wine subtly tucked behind my back and prenatals in the other hand.