I went in this morning for my ultrasound to see if there were any viable follicles. T was going to come with me since this ultrasound was being done by the other doctor in the practice whom we have never seen before, and because he was off work for once when I have had to go in for my follicle check. Of course, the best laid plans....Poor B had a low grade fever yesterday, was feeling poorly and then spiked a 102 fever. Turns out she has Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease.....FABULOUS. So, I went to the appointment by myself.
Dr. A turned out to be just as wonderful as Dr. S. Both doctors are extremely personable with fantastic bed side manners. I was very at ease with him which is good when he sees and feels more of my body than my own husband !! The Clomid worked again this round, our third. I have 2 follicles, one in each ovary. Dr. A was very pleased with how they look. I triggered this evening with the Ovidrel and T and I have been given our "schedule" to follow. A schedule Dr. A decorated with hearts and Cupid's arrows to indicate what we should be doing.
Now it will just be the waiting game, again. Two weeks of waiting to see if it worked this time. I am keeping my fingers crossed and trying not to get my hopes up too high. I am hoping and praying that third time is the charm for us. Now if I can just keep myself from peeing on a stick before the full 14 days is up.....
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Surprises
Well, T turned 40 last week. Poor guy, I was teasing him relentlessly :). I did plan a surprise party for him over the weekend and it went fabulously except for one hitch -- his b*tch ex-wife. She decided that she needed to tell T that there was a party for him because she is just a b*tch. Of course, I find out because my dear, dear husband just cannot let it go and keeps pestering me with thinly veiled questions. Then, one hour before the party, as I am getting in the shower, he straight up asks me if there is a party and lets me know the B*tch had told him. The only reason she knew was because my in laws were trying to surprise T by getting my stepson, M, for the weekend for the party. Of course, the B*tch waited to the last minute to tell my in laws she wasn't going to drive to meet them, nor would anyone else, so they would have to buy a plane ticket. By the time she told this to them, it was too late. Only 9 years and 9 months until she is out of our lives FOREVER!! But I am not counting down or anything.
Surprisingly enough, my period started on its own. So, I am back on the Clomid train. We go in on Nov. 2 to see if/how many follicles we have. I am nervous..whooo buddy am I nervous. Even if we get pregnant this round, I am now terrified of losing the pregnancy. Before, it was all worry for whether I COULD get pregnant. Now it's can I do it again and can I carry the baby to term with a healthy delivery. I HATE HATE HATE having to just wait and see what happens. Just one little peak into the future to see if we have another child or two besides B isn't too much to ask, is it??
Surprisingly enough, my period started on its own. So, I am back on the Clomid train. We go in on Nov. 2 to see if/how many follicles we have. I am nervous..whooo buddy am I nervous. Even if we get pregnant this round, I am now terrified of losing the pregnancy. Before, it was all worry for whether I COULD get pregnant. Now it's can I do it again and can I carry the baby to term with a healthy delivery. I HATE HATE HATE having to just wait and see what happens. Just one little peak into the future to see if we have another child or two besides B isn't too much to ask, is it??
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
October 15 -- National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day
On September 28, 2006 the House of Representatives passed a resolution naming October 15 as the official day to observe National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. Across the nation, multiple events and activities are planned to observe this day. One event is the Pregnancy and Infant Loss Wave of Light candle lighting campaign. On October 15 at 7pm in ALL time zones worldwide, people are encouraged to light a candle to honor their lost babies or their friend/family member's lost baby for at least an hour. In this way, a continuous wave of light will shine throughout the world in honor of all the lost babies who never had a chance to live. T and I plan to participate and honor our two lost little beans. We encourage our friends and family members to also participate in honor of their own lost ones and all the lost ones throughout the world. Please go to http://www.october15th.com/ for more information. I found this lovely video on that site.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Being Together
T and I got a precious and rare day off together yesterday. We had to go see the doctor for my follow up appointment. Everything looks good there, no D & C. We have been given the go ahead to start trying again when my period starts. I am very scared and very nervous but we want to try. We have lost our innocence and illusions of safety but we still have hope.
We decided to take a family day after the appointment. I haven't been out of the house except to go to work in over a week. We decided that since we were going to be down in Cincinnati, we would go to Hueston Woods State Park. It's actually north of Cincy in my old stomping grounds, Oxford OH - home to Miami University. I am lucky enough to be a Miami alum -- Class of 1997. We stopped in Oxford to pick up some lunch and took it with us to the park. It was a fantastically typical Fall day to be in the woods. Chilly and overcast with a little bit of dampness. It was just what we needed. We got to walk in the woods and along the beach area, laugh at B's antics and discoveries, and hold hands. It was very healing for the soul. I felt closer to T than I have since this whole tragedy started. It was nice to feel "normal" again.
My precious B, beach side
In the woods
When we got home, B and I made cookies together. That's something we haven't done since Christmas. Of course, with a almost 4 year old little girl helping, the kitchen was a disaster. But it was fun and filled in some of the empty places I have been feeling in my heart. We enjoyed a very Fall supper, in my humble opinion, of chili and corn muffins. Very warm and filling after a day of tromping through the woods. All and all, it was a great day of being together and reconnecting as a family. I felt happy for the first time in awhile.
We decided to take a family day after the appointment. I haven't been out of the house except to go to work in over a week. We decided that since we were going to be down in Cincinnati, we would go to Hueston Woods State Park. It's actually north of Cincy in my old stomping grounds, Oxford OH - home to Miami University. I am lucky enough to be a Miami alum -- Class of 1997. We stopped in Oxford to pick up some lunch and took it with us to the park. It was a fantastically typical Fall day to be in the woods. Chilly and overcast with a little bit of dampness. It was just what we needed. We got to walk in the woods and along the beach area, laugh at B's antics and discoveries, and hold hands. It was very healing for the soul. I felt closer to T than I have since this whole tragedy started. It was nice to feel "normal" again.
When we got home, B and I made cookies together. That's something we haven't done since Christmas. Of course, with a almost 4 year old little girl helping, the kitchen was a disaster. But it was fun and filled in some of the empty places I have been feeling in my heart. We enjoyed a very Fall supper, in my humble opinion, of chili and corn muffins. Very warm and filling after a day of tromping through the woods. All and all, it was a great day of being together and reconnecting as a family. I felt happy for the first time in awhile.
Friday, September 24, 2010
One week later
It's been a rough week. I finally took the misoprostol on Sunday night and the miscarriage process started around 4 am Monday morning. That wasn't as bad as I feared. I had heard some horror stories of massive blood loss and extreme pain. I had Vicodin and the blood loss wasn't horrible. I passed the twins around 1:30 pm on Monday. The pain has been on again, off again and I have been dealing with it. The bleeding is still ongoing. We go in on Monday for an ultrasound and blood work to make sure everything has passed. We will find out if I need a D & C then. We are keeping our fingers crossed. I DO NOT want surgery.
T and I discussed it and have decided we want to try again. I am absolutely terrified but... If we don't try again, we will always wonder "what if." Of course, I already have so many "what ifs" running through my brain. What if we can't get pregnant again? What if this was our only chance? What if my eggs are so damaged that all future pregnancies will end the way this one did? T says I will drive myself crazy with all those "what ifs" and only time will tell. We decided we will come up with a list of questions ( "what ifs" ) and ask the doctor when we see him Monday.
I have been overwhelmed by the support from friends and family. I found a couple support boards and have been going there on a daily basis to talk with other women who have been through this. I find it easier to write about my feelings than to actually talk to anyone other than my husband. I haven't even talked to my mom other than through emails, yet. I guess it's still too fresh for me. Maybe I never will be able to just talk about it with people. Maybe writing will be the best and only way for me to deal with this. Time will tell. I am a private person and it is hard for me to open up. Writing gives me a level of anonymity and allows me to be a step away. If I don't like what someone is saying or it is too soon for me to deal with something, I can delete it or pass over it. Unfortunately, you can't do that with personal interactions. I have been saddened to find that some people aren't as sensitive or compassionate as I had expected. Right now, those people and their attitudes are beyond my ability to handle so I am just going to have to step away from them. It hurts but I guess I will do what I have to do. T says, "F&^* them." People like that aren't worth our time or energy. Easier said then done.
I worry about T, though. He is focusing so much on helping me that I worry he hasn't grieved or allowed himself to do so. We talk about the loss, though. And we talked about where we want to go from here. I take that as a good and healthy sign that we are dealing. He bought me flowers the other day to bring a little color and beauty to my day. They are beautiful and simple, just the way I like them.
We also decided that we wanted to get a plant as a kind of memorial to the twins. A lady on one of the support boards had recommended taking the twins remains and placing them in a plant so that we would always have them with us. It had been very upsetting to me to think about just "disposing" of them. Unfortunately, we weren't able to retrieve their remains so T suggested we still get a plant and make it a memorial. I really like that idea. I love plants and gardening. Unfortunately, I don't always do well with house plants so I really need to research to find the right plant so I don't kill it off like I sometimes do. We don't get a lot of sunlight into our house so a shade tolerant plant will be best. I have several right now that aren't doing too bad so maybe with the extra love and care I will give this one, we will have a beautiful plant to remember our little beans.
I feel a little stronger today. I am only crying once or twice a day inside of every 5 minutes. I am having some issues with triggers that set me off -- the shoes I bought because T was so worried that I didn't have any appropriate shoes for being pregnant in winter weather, the cranberry juice I was using to help with the pregnancy constipation, seeing ads for and going down the feminine hygiene aisle, etc. I can't look at the shoes let alone wear them so they will be going into the closet -- out of sight out of mind. T is going to dispose of the juice for me so I don't see it every time I open the fridge. The other stuff, well, hopefully time will help me deal better with those. I have given a few clerks some bad moments when I broke down crying while choosing pads at the drug store. But, I have my husband and I know I have people out there that will listen to me, help me when the time is right for me. Some days are good, some are bad. So far, today has been a decent morning.
T and I discussed it and have decided we want to try again. I am absolutely terrified but... If we don't try again, we will always wonder "what if." Of course, I already have so many "what ifs" running through my brain. What if we can't get pregnant again? What if this was our only chance? What if my eggs are so damaged that all future pregnancies will end the way this one did? T says I will drive myself crazy with all those "what ifs" and only time will tell. We decided we will come up with a list of questions ( "what ifs" ) and ask the doctor when we see him Monday.
I have been overwhelmed by the support from friends and family. I found a couple support boards and have been going there on a daily basis to talk with other women who have been through this. I find it easier to write about my feelings than to actually talk to anyone other than my husband. I haven't even talked to my mom other than through emails, yet. I guess it's still too fresh for me. Maybe I never will be able to just talk about it with people. Maybe writing will be the best and only way for me to deal with this. Time will tell. I am a private person and it is hard for me to open up. Writing gives me a level of anonymity and allows me to be a step away. If I don't like what someone is saying or it is too soon for me to deal with something, I can delete it or pass over it. Unfortunately, you can't do that with personal interactions. I have been saddened to find that some people aren't as sensitive or compassionate as I had expected. Right now, those people and their attitudes are beyond my ability to handle so I am just going to have to step away from them. It hurts but I guess I will do what I have to do. T says, "F&^* them." People like that aren't worth our time or energy. Easier said then done.
I worry about T, though. He is focusing so much on helping me that I worry he hasn't grieved or allowed himself to do so. We talk about the loss, though. And we talked about where we want to go from here. I take that as a good and healthy sign that we are dealing. He bought me flowers the other day to bring a little color and beauty to my day. They are beautiful and simple, just the way I like them.
We also decided that we wanted to get a plant as a kind of memorial to the twins. A lady on one of the support boards had recommended taking the twins remains and placing them in a plant so that we would always have them with us. It had been very upsetting to me to think about just "disposing" of them. Unfortunately, we weren't able to retrieve their remains so T suggested we still get a plant and make it a memorial. I really like that idea. I love plants and gardening. Unfortunately, I don't always do well with house plants so I really need to research to find the right plant so I don't kill it off like I sometimes do. We don't get a lot of sunlight into our house so a shade tolerant plant will be best. I have several right now that aren't doing too bad so maybe with the extra love and care I will give this one, we will have a beautiful plant to remember our little beans.
I feel a little stronger today. I am only crying once or twice a day inside of every 5 minutes. I am having some issues with triggers that set me off -- the shoes I bought because T was so worried that I didn't have any appropriate shoes for being pregnant in winter weather, the cranberry juice I was using to help with the pregnancy constipation, seeing ads for and going down the feminine hygiene aisle, etc. I can't look at the shoes let alone wear them so they will be going into the closet -- out of sight out of mind. T is going to dispose of the juice for me so I don't see it every time I open the fridge. The other stuff, well, hopefully time will help me deal better with those. I have given a few clerks some bad moments when I broke down crying while choosing pads at the drug store. But, I have my husband and I know I have people out there that will listen to me, help me when the time is right for me. Some days are good, some are bad. So far, today has been a decent morning.
Friday, September 17, 2010
A Emotional Roller Coaster
I haven't posted in awhile and there is a reason for that - mainly superstition. Back in August, T and I had our 2nd round of fertility treatments. We had 3 follicles this time. About 11 days after my Ovidrel shot (it makes me ovulate), I was feeling very crampy. We thought, what the hell, lets test just for the fun of it. Imagine our surprise when it came back positive. We were over the moon. I called the doc and they set me up for my 1st blood test (its called a beta test). That night I got on the Internet and was researching pregnancy, due dates, etc. I came across an article talking about how testing too early if you are on fertility drugs (especially Ovidrel) can give you a false positive pregnancy result. It said you shouldn't test until 14 days after the shot, at minimum. I immediately became upset. So, when I went in for the beta, I mention when I tested to the nurse. She says, "OH, you shouldn't have tested that early. Your positive is probably just the Ovidrel still in your system." Well, thanks a freaking lot for passing that tidbit of information on to me and getting my hopes up only to knock my feet out from under me. I believe me breaking down into tears and saying almost exactly that got my point across and the office was extremely apologetic for not telling me. The long and short of it is that the 1st Beta showed enough pregnancy hormone in my system to indicate a pregnancy, but I had to have a 2nd Beta to show if my numbers were going up which would indicate a real pregnancy. Two days later I had that, my numbers were up but they weren't as high as the doctor would like. So, I had to go in for a 3rd Beta. Three was the magic number -- we were pregnant. Talk about being all over the place emotionally for that long, long week.
T and I decided to tell just our parents. I was extremely worried about miscarriage and was superstitious. Both our parents were very happy. They have been on this journey right by our sides the whole time. At seven weeks, I went in for our 1st ultrasound. I had been worried about ectopic pregnancy, blighted ovum, chemical pregnancy, how many embryos we had (remember, three follicles so a potential for 3 babies), you name it, I was worried and anxious about it. The ultrasound was going to resolve my anxieties one way or another. T and I were shocked to find out that there were 2 embryos -- that's right, twins. We got to see the heart beating on twin A and were ecstatic. However, twin B wasn't as far developmentally and we couldn't see that heart beat. The doctor said there was a strong possibility that twin B wouldn't continue to develop -- its called Vanishing Twin Syndrome and is fairly common now that technology can show earlier ultrasounds. The doc said it wasn't a forgone conclusion and twin B just might have implanted later. We had to go back in two weeks for a 2nd ultrasound to see if we were going to lose twin B. But, twin A looked very good and the doc said twin A shouldn't be effected if we lost twin B.
So, I was very conflicted. I had one healthy baby but the other might not make it. I wasn't even sure if I wanted twins -- health risks for them, health risks for me, financial reasons. But I still was upset that I might lose twin B. I was very conflicted. The ultrasound that was to reassure me now brought up a whole new slew of worries and anxieties. It was another two weeks of emotional upheaval, stress and anxiety.
On 9/16, T and I went in for our 9 week ultrasound. We both had the feeling that twin B wouldn't have survived and were dealing with that. We were excited to see the heart beat again and, maybe, get to hear it. The doc did the ultrasound and I almost immediately knew something was wrong. He was looking at both babies way longer than he had the first time. I also noticed that I wasn't seeing the little flicker from twin A's heart beat. The doctor then told us we had lost both babies -- neither had a heart beat now. I completely lost it. We had brought B in with us so she could see the baby. She wanted to get a copy of the ultrasound pictures (we had gotten two at the 1st ultrasound) just for her to carry around so she could show off her baby. The doctor and nurse were quick enough to get her out of the room, she was upset at our level of upset and didn't understand.
I cannot describe how awful and devastating it was. I keep playing the whole thing out in my mind and I am at a loss for words to describe it. All our joy, all the emotions, all the anxieties, ups and downs just wiped out by a few words. The doctor told us our options -- wait for a natural miscarriage, have a D & C done, or take a vaginal suppository that would induce the miscarriage. Our two precious, wonderful little miracles reduced to three choices for getting rid of them. Don't get me wrong, the doctor was truly caring and concerned. He was giving us the facts but not pressuring us in any way. He told us to comfort each other, go home and think about it. I realized suddenly that I couldn't wait. I couldn't wait days or weeks to have a miscarriage. I didn't want surgery so I told the doctor I wanted the medicine. He gave me the prescription and a prescription for pain. Then, I had to explain to my 3, soon to be 4, year old daughter why Mommy and Daddy were so upset.
Now I have to wait and decide when I want to take the medicine. I am still having all the pregnancy symptoms - morning sickness, sore breasts, fatigue -- but there aren't any live babies. My body just hasn't accepted that yet. It feels like a farce to still be feeling pregnant but not be. It is emotionally trying for me. I want to take the medicine so that I can start to accept what has happened and move on, but, to take the medicine means I am getting rid of my little beans. And I know that it is going to be very painful, both emotionally and physically. I would like to do it while T is able to be home with me but that means I will probably have to take time off from work. I am finding this to be a hard choice to make.
I feel guilty and so very, very devastated. Two years of trying to conceive. Finally getting that positive pregnancy after being told we would probably only achieve it through egg donor. The absolute joy, the prayers and thanks to God. The fear and hope. All of that wiped out inside of five minutes. Now what?? It has been such a emotional roller coaster. I just don't know if we want to get back on that ride. I do know that these little miracles were my babies, and I don't want to hide them and what happened to them from the world like they were some kind of dirty, shameful secret. They were my little beans, I loved them and I grieve for them.
T and I decided to tell just our parents. I was extremely worried about miscarriage and was superstitious. Both our parents were very happy. They have been on this journey right by our sides the whole time. At seven weeks, I went in for our 1st ultrasound. I had been worried about ectopic pregnancy, blighted ovum, chemical pregnancy, how many embryos we had (remember, three follicles so a potential for 3 babies), you name it, I was worried and anxious about it. The ultrasound was going to resolve my anxieties one way or another. T and I were shocked to find out that there were 2 embryos -- that's right, twins. We got to see the heart beating on twin A and were ecstatic. However, twin B wasn't as far developmentally and we couldn't see that heart beat. The doctor said there was a strong possibility that twin B wouldn't continue to develop -- its called Vanishing Twin Syndrome and is fairly common now that technology can show earlier ultrasounds. The doc said it wasn't a forgone conclusion and twin B just might have implanted later. We had to go back in two weeks for a 2nd ultrasound to see if we were going to lose twin B. But, twin A looked very good and the doc said twin A shouldn't be effected if we lost twin B.
So, I was very conflicted. I had one healthy baby but the other might not make it. I wasn't even sure if I wanted twins -- health risks for them, health risks for me, financial reasons. But I still was upset that I might lose twin B. I was very conflicted. The ultrasound that was to reassure me now brought up a whole new slew of worries and anxieties. It was another two weeks of emotional upheaval, stress and anxiety.
On 9/16, T and I went in for our 9 week ultrasound. We both had the feeling that twin B wouldn't have survived and were dealing with that. We were excited to see the heart beat again and, maybe, get to hear it. The doc did the ultrasound and I almost immediately knew something was wrong. He was looking at both babies way longer than he had the first time. I also noticed that I wasn't seeing the little flicker from twin A's heart beat. The doctor then told us we had lost both babies -- neither had a heart beat now. I completely lost it. We had brought B in with us so she could see the baby. She wanted to get a copy of the ultrasound pictures (we had gotten two at the 1st ultrasound) just for her to carry around so she could show off her baby. The doctor and nurse were quick enough to get her out of the room, she was upset at our level of upset and didn't understand.
I cannot describe how awful and devastating it was. I keep playing the whole thing out in my mind and I am at a loss for words to describe it. All our joy, all the emotions, all the anxieties, ups and downs just wiped out by a few words. The doctor told us our options -- wait for a natural miscarriage, have a D & C done, or take a vaginal suppository that would induce the miscarriage. Our two precious, wonderful little miracles reduced to three choices for getting rid of them. Don't get me wrong, the doctor was truly caring and concerned. He was giving us the facts but not pressuring us in any way. He told us to comfort each other, go home and think about it. I realized suddenly that I couldn't wait. I couldn't wait days or weeks to have a miscarriage. I didn't want surgery so I told the doctor I wanted the medicine. He gave me the prescription and a prescription for pain. Then, I had to explain to my 3, soon to be 4, year old daughter why Mommy and Daddy were so upset.
Now I have to wait and decide when I want to take the medicine. I am still having all the pregnancy symptoms - morning sickness, sore breasts, fatigue -- but there aren't any live babies. My body just hasn't accepted that yet. It feels like a farce to still be feeling pregnant but not be. It is emotionally trying for me. I want to take the medicine so that I can start to accept what has happened and move on, but, to take the medicine means I am getting rid of my little beans. And I know that it is going to be very painful, both emotionally and physically. I would like to do it while T is able to be home with me but that means I will probably have to take time off from work. I am finding this to be a hard choice to make.
I feel guilty and so very, very devastated. Two years of trying to conceive. Finally getting that positive pregnancy after being told we would probably only achieve it through egg donor. The absolute joy, the prayers and thanks to God. The fear and hope. All of that wiped out inside of five minutes. Now what?? It has been such a emotional roller coaster. I just don't know if we want to get back on that ride. I do know that these little miracles were my babies, and I don't want to hide them and what happened to them from the world like they were some kind of dirty, shameful secret. They were my little beans, I loved them and I grieve for them.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Disappointed but Not Surprised
I have been going nuts the last 2 weeks waiting to find out if our first treatment was successful. Unfortunately, it wasn't and Aunt Flo made her monthly visit yesterday. I was soooo disappointed. But, since it was our first attempt, I really am not too surprised. I mean, with the crappy luck T and I have had over the last 2 years, I was surprised we even were able to get 2 follicles let alone a baby the first time out. The one positive aspect was that I had my own period without medication for the first time in 6-8 months so I hope that means my hormones are stabilizing.
I called the doc and we start round 2 on Wednesday. I am trying to be upbeat and positive....really. I did learn some valuable lessons, though. The 2 week waiting period (2WW) SUCKS !!! Talk about worrying and stressing..good Lord. I kept telling myself not to dwell on it. Don't Google every little twinge and ache or pain. Don't analyze every stomach ache or seemingly high number of bathroom trips. Try not to visualize what it would be like to actually BE pregnant and imagine having a baby in the house. I kept telling myself not to do this because it would get my hopes up and then the disappointment would be that much higher. **SIGH** Obviously, I failed. Two nights before Aunt Flo's visit, I actually told T that I really thought I might be pregnant this time and got his hopes up.
This time, I will work harder not to over analyze and think about it so much. I vow that I will not Google or Bing anything, and that I will stay off the baby boards and trying to conceive boards. Those boards are really nice but, jeez, they can have a really negative impact. You can find the answers you seek on there in order to fulfill what you WANT to hear as opposed to reality. I WANT to be pregnant so I read the posts and talk to the ladies who will tell me what I want to hear so I can convince myself that I have beaten the odds and achieved conception. Not necessarily a good thing for me. It makes the let down that much worse.
Soooo, I will avoid the boards during my next 2WW and try not to over analyze everything by body does. I vow I will just try to ride it out and not get my expectations up. I am not pregnant until Aunt Flo doesn't rear her ugly head (and the blood test confirms it). It sounds nice, like what I should do. Let's hope I can follow through this time.
I called the doc and we start round 2 on Wednesday. I am trying to be upbeat and positive....really. I did learn some valuable lessons, though. The 2 week waiting period (2WW) SUCKS !!! Talk about worrying and stressing..good Lord. I kept telling myself not to dwell on it. Don't Google every little twinge and ache or pain. Don't analyze every stomach ache or seemingly high number of bathroom trips. Try not to visualize what it would be like to actually BE pregnant and imagine having a baby in the house. I kept telling myself not to do this because it would get my hopes up and then the disappointment would be that much higher. **SIGH** Obviously, I failed. Two nights before Aunt Flo's visit, I actually told T that I really thought I might be pregnant this time and got his hopes up.
This time, I will work harder not to over analyze and think about it so much. I vow that I will not Google or Bing anything, and that I will stay off the baby boards and trying to conceive boards. Those boards are really nice but, jeez, they can have a really negative impact. You can find the answers you seek on there in order to fulfill what you WANT to hear as opposed to reality. I WANT to be pregnant so I read the posts and talk to the ladies who will tell me what I want to hear so I can convince myself that I have beaten the odds and achieved conception. Not necessarily a good thing for me. It makes the let down that much worse.
Soooo, I will avoid the boards during my next 2WW and try not to over analyze everything by body does. I vow I will just try to ride it out and not get my expectations up. I am not pregnant until Aunt Flo doesn't rear her ugly head (and the blood test confirms it). It sounds nice, like what I should do. Let's hope I can follow through this time.
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