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Tomorrow is the end of Schrödinger's pregnancy. My blood test is tomorrow morning and I'll know by 3 tomorrow afternoon.
Fingers crossed!
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I'm trying very hard not to get my hopes up. I'm in that two week limbo where you wonder, "am I pregnant, or am I about to start my cycle?"
But every sign is pointing to pregnancy. I find out for sure in 2 days. Fingers crossed!
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So! Since last one was a fail, we're trying again!
Can I just say, it's super difficult to find prenatal vitamins that don't have fish oil?
I have an allergy. To fish.
And the pill is ginormous. And I have to take two D vitamin pills on top of it. Because I have a deficiency.
This is stupid expensive. I hope it takes.
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RELEASE THE KRACKEN!
i just took my trigger shot to release the eggs. This is the 3rd self-injection I’ve ever done. Luckily, I’ve watched people do self-injections. But that first one, holy shit. I was so nervous.
I was like, okay, I can do this.
No, really, I can
Seriously. I’m a grown ass adult, and ain’t afraid of no needle.
But then, I did it. And it wasn’t that bad.
The site was a little itchy, but it’s okay.
But, this needle was a teensy bit bigger. But we got it done, So!
IUI is Tuesday. Probably. But I get Cheesecake Factory afterwards.
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No Talk Me. I angy.
Soooo... Apparently, the fertility clinic has a weight limit. I feel like this is something you should tell people at the start, and not wait until the cycle starts. Seriously. Y'all wasted everyone's time this morning.
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Shot Time!
And not the fun kind, either. *sigh*
No! We are having aggressive fertility treatment since we have a wonky fallopian tube, and we’re nearly 40. Yeah.
So, I have to take all these meds when I’m told:
gonadotropin (injection) clomiphene (oral pill) progesterone (vaginal suppository(omgwtf)) ovidrel (injection)
*my face when I think about vaginal suppositories
But none of this starts for another few days, and I don’t do the suppository *shudder* until after the procedure, so, that’ll be next month.
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All you have to do is pick the age, the weight, the size!
Picking a sperm donor is so weird. Like, there’s so many traits you can choose. It’s like ordering from an a la carte menu.
The thing is, I really didn’t care about most of it. I felt like I was designing my future kid.
I did pay a great deal of attention to medical history. Dementia runs on both sides of my family, so I stayed away from donors who had family history of it. I also looked at cancer, heart disease and alcoholism mentions as these are also issue in my own family.
To my future kid: trying to get you some upstanding genes, kiddo.
I had to have a genetic test done to screen for genetic diseases. I was tested for 283, and I had one where I came up a carrier: Biotinidase deficiency. I also chose a donor that was screened for the most genetic diseases offered by that sperm bank. And then I had to have a counseling session about the sperm’s results and mine.
All good, and rubber-stamped. On to next steps.
Title of this post is from the song, “Gee, I Wish I Was Back in the Army” from the movie, “White Christmas”.
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This One Goes to Eleven
So! I’m going through a fertility clinic for artificial insemination using donor sperm. And holy shit, so many tests! Like, 3 rounds of blood work, a sonogram and this piece of work:
HSG (Hysterosalpinogram). Its purpose is to check to see if your fallopian tubes are open. And no amount of information on this can prepare you for the pain.
Full disclosure, I had my gall bladder out in December 2016, and until this procedure, the gall bladder attack I had the Saturday after Thanksgiving that year was my 11.
The HSG was totally “Hold My Beer”.
The procedure really isn’t that invasive, but it can be incredibly painful. Never in my life have I ever had such intense and immediate cramps. Because that’s what it is, the bits contracting to remove the foreign substance, dye.
That’s right! Using a speculum and a thin tube, the pump dye into your uterus and watch it fill up that and your fallopian tubes. And the whole time, your body rebels against the damn process.
Like, look, I just want to make sure my plumbing is in working order. Could it just not for 5 seconds?
But as soon as it was over, the pain receded pretty quickly. Unfortunately for me, I nearly passed out on the table, and had to lay there for 20 minutes before they would let me get up and get my clothes back on. Then I had to sit in their offices for another 30 minutes before they’d let me drive home.
On the plus side, I don’t have to do this again. Thank fuck!
The title of this post is from the movie “This is Spinal Tap”.
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My bff knows I'm doing this pregnancy thing. She just bought me these super cute Beatles themed onesies.

I'm gonna need a box to put these things in until the time!
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I decided to have a kid, and have taken steps! This is my blog about that
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