Bock

Well, I had my appointment last week. I am sad to say that nothing happened. Nada. I prepped myself for what I'd ask my doctor. I printed out my charts. I felt like I was really ready to ask some "tough" questions: Should I get a HSG? Should TJ get a SA? Do you want to do CD 3 testing? Etc. The morning of my appointment I left the house 5 minutes late, forgot to grab my charts on the way out, and felt like a rushed mess when I arrived at the hospital.

As I was sitting in a hospital gown, nude, my doctor asked why I was in to see her. I'm looking to buy a new car? Seriously dude! So I told her I was due for my annual, plus we'd been trying for a baby since last November. She tells me that a couple isn't considered infertile for a year. I know this, but I still want to start the ball rolling on testing as we are quickly approaching that year mark. Did I tell her that? You bet your ass I didn't! I just smiled and nodded along with what she said. She told me that most women ovulate around the 14 of the month. Uhm, wrong. Did I point out to her that that is a myth? That all women are different and most do not have "clockwork" like cycles? No. Again with the smiling and nodding. I did manage to get in an "I've been charting. . .", but beyond that. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch. I suck.

She grabbed an "informational" sheet for me to bring home. It said something about if your usual cycle is "x" days long you should have sex at least every three days from the "y" day of your cycle on. I know this. I know you have to have sex around ovulation to get pregnant. I'm using OPK's and temping to confirm ovulation. I know when I need to get pregnant. It's just not working out! Again, did I say this? You guessed it, hell to the no.

So I'm a still a big fatty fat fat chicken. Bock-fricken-bock. My doc slapped me on the knee (OK, not really) and said I'm young and healthy and to come back in November if there is still no progress on the pregnancy front. I said thanks and left. Why I said thanks? I don't know. I didn't get anything out of it.

So. . .I still have no plan. I'm still not knocked up. Patience is the virtue that I never learned, but I guess my impatient ass will just sit tight and wait until November. I am anxiously counting down the days!

And So It Begins

I have always assumed that someday, whenever I got pregnant, I would write a blog. I'd blog about my morning sickness, backaches, if we were having a boy or a girl or twins (gulp!). I would keep track of all the details I could, just to seal away the memories to share with our baby later. I always assumed I would be pregnant by now. I assumed it would be easy, a walk in the park for us. It would seem that I assumed wrong.

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Jen, and I'm married to a fabulous man name TJ. We've been married for two blissful years now. In November on a whim we decided to forgo any birth control methods and "just see what happens". This was a little ahead of our planned schedule, but we figured we were ready so lets "do it". So to speak. I have been charting (link to the right --->) and wishin, and hopin, and hopin, and prayin. I never thought it would take us this long to have a baby. I take that back, I worried we would potentially have problems, but every month I would get my hopes up. Each month that passed a little more disappointment would wash over me.

In June I told myself if we didn't get pregnant I would just call my doctor and get things rolling. Being the big fatty-fat-fat chicken that I am I did not call the doctor. No, instead I told myself that maybe July was our month. July, sweet-sweet lucky July, it was not our month. So today I called my doctor to get in next week for my annual check up and to get the ball rolling on any testing we may need in order to check for infertility issues. Now instead of a blog about a pregnancy in process I have a blog about how we're going to get there. And so, it begins.