So... because I don't usually keep up with dates and tracking for my period and such, I couldn't remember when exactly I stopped taking birth control. I just always assumed I stopped taking it at the end of last May, so in order to find out, I checked my claims information online through my insurance.
Yeah... so, I just saw that I actually stopped taking it at the end of April! Right now is exactly a year since I stopped taking birth control. This seriously sets a fire under my azz to go to the Gyno for another exam.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Fish Dreams
I got so frustrated with our baby making game plan that I threw it out the window... And I almost mean that literally. I passive aggressively stopped doing everything that we did last month because I've got other stuff to do beside laying on my back for an hour after getting busy.
So, I have employed another "technique". Please notice the quotations around the word... Notice them because this new technique is anything but a technique. What I've started doing is waiting for someone I know, preferably a family member, to have a dream about fish.
Why???
Because the theory is that when someone dreams of fish, it means that someone is pregnant. It worked when my mother and I had dreams about fish... Like a week later, we found out that my cousins (at different times) were pregnant. So, as far as I'm concerned, fish dreams are good as gold.
My mother can't seem to work up dreams of fish, but she has dreamed that I was having a baby and another of my having twins. Zack has had dreams of him taking care of a baby boy, and my dreams are similar. But not one damn fish!
Until yesterday!!!
A coworker sent me an email that she'd had a dream about fish and that I was in it! I instantly emailed her back that I'd been waiting on that dream. Seriously, as silly as it sounds to believe in something so superstitiuos, I'm hella excited to see is Aunt Flo has gone on extended vacay.
It would also be another explanation as to why I've had the BGs for two days other than the fact that I've had cream cheese for two days, and I'm lactose intolerant.
All I need now is for an aunt, mother, cousin, or sister to dream of fish...
So, I have employed another "technique". Please notice the quotations around the word... Notice them because this new technique is anything but a technique. What I've started doing is waiting for someone I know, preferably a family member, to have a dream about fish.
Why???
Because the theory is that when someone dreams of fish, it means that someone is pregnant. It worked when my mother and I had dreams about fish... Like a week later, we found out that my cousins (at different times) were pregnant. So, as far as I'm concerned, fish dreams are good as gold.
My mother can't seem to work up dreams of fish, but she has dreamed that I was having a baby and another of my having twins. Zack has had dreams of him taking care of a baby boy, and my dreams are similar. But not one damn fish!
Until yesterday!!!
A coworker sent me an email that she'd had a dream about fish and that I was in it! I instantly emailed her back that I'd been waiting on that dream. Seriously, as silly as it sounds to believe in something so superstitiuos, I'm hella excited to see is Aunt Flo has gone on extended vacay.
It would also be another explanation as to why I've had the BGs for two days other than the fact that I've had cream cheese for two days, and I'm lactose intolerant.
All I need now is for an aunt, mother, cousin, or sister to dream of fish...
Friday, April 9, 2010
Twenty whaaaaaa??????
I pride myself on being a bargain hunter... why??? Because I'm HELLA cheap! I consider any purchse a splurge if I happen to spend more than 20 bucks on it. For instance, I just bought six pairs of shoes for less than $80, and I went back two days later to buy two more pairs which brought the total to less than $100 for 8!!! YES!!!!!
The only things I'll actually spend money on are furnitre and food because nothing is better than eating something wonderful and chilling out on a comfy sofa.
But anyway, I just so happened to come across a show today about couple's who were trying all kinds of medical treatment in order to conceive. One husband had a low sperm count, and the other husband had absolutely no sperm to count. For the third couple, the woman had some kind of issue with her potassium or some other mineral/vitamin.
The couple whose husband had no sperm count actually sent him to get a biopsy and cut off a chunk of his testicle just to test it...
Would Zack do that??? Hell no! and I wouldn't want him to... It just doesn't seem right. Why couldn't they just go to a sperm bank? Can you imagine how much that procedure cost them?!
One of the women was talking about how her and her husband had emptied out thier savings in order to do "another" round of invitro fertilization... Of course I figured that 'life savings' was only a few thousand dollars... why??? Because a couple of thousand seems, to me, like a "reasonable" price for a something like that...
How wrong was I?!?!?!
At the end of the show, the couple found out that non of their lab efforts worked, and the narrator said that the couple would find some way to save up money for... get this...
......................
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ANOTHER... TWENTY... THOUSAND... DOLLAR... PROCEDURE!!!!!!!!
Twenty wha??? I nearly fell out on the floor!
I tell you what... before I spend 20 grand on a 'maybe baby', I'll go adopt a kid from DFCS or China. At least that way I'll be sure to get something.
Do you know what I could do with twenty thousand dollars besides buy a gazillion pairs of clearance shoes???
1. Give Mercer half their money back
2. Pay on my and Zack's cars
3. Pay down our mortgage
4. Take a couple luxury trips out the country
5. Invest it
6. Nothing... but look at those numbers on my bank statement every month
If my situation was ever to get to that point, please believe that I would find a much cheaper alternative!
The only things I'll actually spend money on are furnitre and food because nothing is better than eating something wonderful and chilling out on a comfy sofa.
But anyway, I just so happened to come across a show today about couple's who were trying all kinds of medical treatment in order to conceive. One husband had a low sperm count, and the other husband had absolutely no sperm to count. For the third couple, the woman had some kind of issue with her potassium or some other mineral/vitamin.
The couple whose husband had no sperm count actually sent him to get a biopsy and cut off a chunk of his testicle just to test it...
Would Zack do that??? Hell no! and I wouldn't want him to... It just doesn't seem right. Why couldn't they just go to a sperm bank? Can you imagine how much that procedure cost them?!
One of the women was talking about how her and her husband had emptied out thier savings in order to do "another" round of invitro fertilization... Of course I figured that 'life savings' was only a few thousand dollars... why??? Because a couple of thousand seems, to me, like a "reasonable" price for a something like that...
How wrong was I?!?!?!
At the end of the show, the couple found out that non of their lab efforts worked, and the narrator said that the couple would find some way to save up money for... get this...
......................
.................................
.............................................
ANOTHER... TWENTY... THOUSAND... DOLLAR... PROCEDURE!!!!!!!!
Twenty wha??? I nearly fell out on the floor!
I tell you what... before I spend 20 grand on a 'maybe baby', I'll go adopt a kid from DFCS or China. At least that way I'll be sure to get something.
Do you know what I could do with twenty thousand dollars besides buy a gazillion pairs of clearance shoes???
1. Give Mercer half their money back
2. Pay on my and Zack's cars
3. Pay down our mortgage
4. Take a couple luxury trips out the country
5. Invest it
6. Nothing... but look at those numbers on my bank statement every month
If my situation was ever to get to that point, please believe that I would find a much cheaper alternative!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Green Eyes
"My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend"
The lyrics to this song by Erykah Badu played over and over in my mind for two weeks, and I thought it was super appropriate for the title and subject of this blog.
A few months ago, I was talking to one of my co-workers about the time it is taking for me and Zack to get pregnant. We laughed and talked about it for about 30 minutes, and she told me what it was like for her and her husband to have her girls. She made a statement about how hard it is to hear about other women who get pregnant when you're trying yourself... how you want to be happy for them but you're kinda caught up in the fact that it is not you who is pregnant.
I thought about this conversation as I can now count the number of pregnant friends, or women I know, on two hands. Seriously, there are about 10! And everytime I hear of someone's news, I am no less excited than I would be if I weren't trying myself.
Why? Because I LOVE to see other people happy, and I know God has His hands in this. I (and definitely my husband) just need to be patient and wait for Him to unfold his plan.
But I will admit that my eyes get a little green when I hear of their news. Right as started cramping before my period started, I pouted...
I pouted not simply because I wasn't pregnant... but because we had worked soooooo hard so that we would get pregnant. Its kinda like studying really hard for an exam and still failing it (which is something I did for one of my favorite classes in college- Sensation and Perception *sad face*)
Still, I refuse to be one of those sappy chicks whose blog page reeks of sadness and pity, plays depressinng ballads, and spouts off medical terminology... because seriously, who wants to be that chick?!
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend"
The lyrics to this song by Erykah Badu played over and over in my mind for two weeks, and I thought it was super appropriate for the title and subject of this blog.
A few months ago, I was talking to one of my co-workers about the time it is taking for me and Zack to get pregnant. We laughed and talked about it for about 30 minutes, and she told me what it was like for her and her husband to have her girls. She made a statement about how hard it is to hear about other women who get pregnant when you're trying yourself... how you want to be happy for them but you're kinda caught up in the fact that it is not you who is pregnant.
I thought about this conversation as I can now count the number of pregnant friends, or women I know, on two hands. Seriously, there are about 10! And everytime I hear of someone's news, I am no less excited than I would be if I weren't trying myself.
Why? Because I LOVE to see other people happy, and I know God has His hands in this. I (and definitely my husband) just need to be patient and wait for Him to unfold his plan.
But I will admit that my eyes get a little green when I hear of their news. Right as started cramping before my period started, I pouted...
I pouted not simply because I wasn't pregnant... but because we had worked soooooo hard so that we would get pregnant. Its kinda like studying really hard for an exam and still failing it (which is something I did for one of my favorite classes in college- Sensation and Perception *sad face*)
Still, I refuse to be one of those sappy chicks whose blog page reeks of sadness and pity, plays depressinng ballads, and spouts off medical terminology... because seriously, who wants to be that chick?!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Uncompromising Positions
What do you do with three pillows under your hips, a full bladder, a cramped neck, your knees in your ears, and a husband telling you "the instructions say you gotta stay like that for at least an hour"??
You blog...
You blog about how awful it is...
And, you frown at how awful your feet look because you haven't gotten them done since September (don't judge me), and you swear that you'll be the first one in the nail salon on Saturday morning.
Then... You realize (again) how badly you have to pee and know that in two days, when you have to do this again, you won't drink anything after 4pm.
You ask yourself (and God) why your husband wasn't made a woman and you a man so that you could be the one walking around, using the bathroom, and watching a movie while his bladder explodes and he stares at his knees and (jacked up) feet.
You constantly inquire about the time and wonder how an hour can last SO long and then you think of all the good sleep you're missing and how tired you'll be in the morning.
Then finally... You make the executive decision that you will defy the instructions and got to use the bathroom because (doggon' it) you've got three more fertile days and an ovulation day left!
-getting up to use the bathroom-
You blog...
You blog about how awful it is...
And, you frown at how awful your feet look because you haven't gotten them done since September (don't judge me), and you swear that you'll be the first one in the nail salon on Saturday morning.
Then... You realize (again) how badly you have to pee and know that in two days, when you have to do this again, you won't drink anything after 4pm.
You ask yourself (and God) why your husband wasn't made a woman and you a man so that you could be the one walking around, using the bathroom, and watching a movie while his bladder explodes and he stares at his knees and (jacked up) feet.
You constantly inquire about the time and wonder how an hour can last SO long and then you think of all the good sleep you're missing and how tired you'll be in the morning.
Then finally... You make the executive decision that you will defy the instructions and got to use the bathroom because (doggon' it) you've got three more fertile days and an ovulation day left!
-getting up to use the bathroom-
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Conception Instructions
My cousin, who has two of the cutest girls ever, forwarded me conception instructions. It seems like every time Z and I get instructions on conception, those instructions get more and more technical. It is seriously like running a company that has set extremely specific financial goals. Thank goodness we both have a few business classes under our belts from changing our majors and minors in college so many times.
These new instructions not only tell us on which days we should get grooving... but they also tell us the time of day (yes, because on day 15 you should have sex in the morning instead of the night like you were supposed to do on the 13th).
I am in the process of using a calculator to determine which day and what time... yes! a freakin' CALCULATOR!!!
Sooo... these are the short of the instructions...
1. engage in love making the way you normally would
2. fold a pillow in half and prop it under the woman's butt
3. engage in intercourse
4. Man... before you release, get as close to the cervix as you can and hold there
5. Man... once you release (staying close to the cervix), withdraw immediately
6. Woman... immediately pull your knees to your chest and lay on your back for an hour
Yes, an hour... on my back... I'll have a hard time laying there 20 minutes because I'll either have to use the bathroom or get a snack. We practically have to build a "conception" conception board for this! This is freakin' baby making acrobatics! But you know what??? We're all about it.
With all the gadgets and things we got going on this time around, somethings gotta happen... if not conception, maybe a broken hip? We'll see!
These new instructions not only tell us on which days we should get grooving... but they also tell us the time of day (yes, because on day 15 you should have sex in the morning instead of the night like you were supposed to do on the 13th).
I am in the process of using a calculator to determine which day and what time... yes! a freakin' CALCULATOR!!!
Sooo... these are the short of the instructions...
1. engage in love making the way you normally would
2. fold a pillow in half and prop it under the woman's butt
3. engage in intercourse
4. Man... before you release, get as close to the cervix as you can and hold there
5. Man... once you release (staying close to the cervix), withdraw immediately
6. Woman... immediately pull your knees to your chest and lay on your back for an hour
Yes, an hour... on my back... I'll have a hard time laying there 20 minutes because I'll either have to use the bathroom or get a snack. We practically have to build a "conception" conception board for this! This is freakin' baby making acrobatics! But you know what??? We're all about it.
With all the gadgets and things we got going on this time around, somethings gotta happen... if not conception, maybe a broken hip? We'll see!
Monday, March 8, 2010
Playing Games
This past cycle, we made sure to follow whatever baby making methods we learned from reading books and articles and other miscellaneous pregnancy tricks. And for whatever reason, Zack was focused on tracking and making notes about my cycle almost every single day... Well, maybe not everyday but it sure felt that way.
Anyway, around the third of the month, he calls me at work to ask if my period had started. I say that it hadn't and I could feel his excitement through his text message.
I come home, and because of our cable being out, we actually sat in the bed and read books. Yes, it was slightly torturous. Just kidding! It was actually really nice with him reading the Bible and me browsing info in a book about getting pregnant. I actually learned some neat info... None of which I can remember now.
While lying on the bed, Zack reaches over and starts talking to my stomach and telling me that I need to start eating right because I'm carrying our child (he also says something about vitamins but I tuned that out). He put his hand on my stomach and projected his regular positivity. He's like "I can feel it! We're pregnant."
I don't get my hopes up. Why? Because it is much easier to expect the worst and get the best than the other way around... That's just me.
Well, eventually (around 8:30) we go to sleep.
The next morning, I find myself reaching for the tampons because my egg has somehow found a way to escape my uterus. These eggs have literally got to be dodging a fleet of sperm! It's like my eggs and his spem are playing hide and seek... and my eggs are winning. I've always been super competitive, so why shouldn't my eggs be the same?
Anyway, around the third of the month, he calls me at work to ask if my period had started. I say that it hadn't and I could feel his excitement through his text message.
I come home, and because of our cable being out, we actually sat in the bed and read books. Yes, it was slightly torturous. Just kidding! It was actually really nice with him reading the Bible and me browsing info in a book about getting pregnant. I actually learned some neat info... None of which I can remember now.
While lying on the bed, Zack reaches over and starts talking to my stomach and telling me that I need to start eating right because I'm carrying our child (he also says something about vitamins but I tuned that out). He put his hand on my stomach and projected his regular positivity. He's like "I can feel it! We're pregnant."
I don't get my hopes up. Why? Because it is much easier to expect the worst and get the best than the other way around... That's just me.
Well, eventually (around 8:30) we go to sleep.
The next morning, I find myself reaching for the tampons because my egg has somehow found a way to escape my uterus. These eggs have literally got to be dodging a fleet of sperm! It's like my eggs and his spem are playing hide and seek... and my eggs are winning. I've always been super competitive, so why shouldn't my eggs be the same?
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