Its official. My doctor wants me to get my body and womb ready. He's given me the green light to start trying "officially". I've been unofficially trying for the last two and a half years. Ahem. There will be changes - oh yes.
Sleep Schedule - to be scheduled. Lol. No, I've decided to begin forcing myself to bed at midnight and awakening at the ungodly hour of 8:30am. Plenty of rest, and an excellent way to...
Take my Basal Body Temp! Each morning at the same time, to chart my "fertility" and look for an LH surge that indicates I have in fact ovulated. This would be helpful in figuring out my cycle but not telling me...
When to have sex! I need to buy those damn tests that you pee on that will tell you when you're about to ovulate so that you can plan your oh so romantic missionary sex marathon followed by waiting while sperm runs down your backside onto a pillow. Which is all well and good because that is how babies are made, however in order to ovulate I need to...
Have a period! Oh, that. Aunt Flo. The monthly menses. That elusive thing that has visited me a scant number of times over the years and always leaves me wondering how most women who have normal visits from their "Auntie" deal with it. In order to have a period I need to...
Take my damn metformin. And up my dosage until I'm taking three nauseating pills a day. Today was my first day on two and I'll tell ya - I had horrid dry mouth, and my uterus is already twanging. I think AF is on her way. I also am craving chocolate like a crazy person. But I can't really give in because I need to...
Lose Weight. ARGHHHHH. Bane of my existence! I have been FAT FOREVER. At least it feels that way. Damn PCOS, thyroid, Insulin resistance, fibromyalgia, grumble grumble. SO I guess this means I have to actually use that damn elliptical/bike machine that is staring at me from my bed each day. And I need to track my damn food and actually drag my ass to every Weight Watchers meeting and not just the ones I feel like attending. Aw shucks. Speaking of food, I need to...
Follow the gajillion rules that fertility experts are laying down. Figuring out what to eat when I have to think about the metformin pills and how they lower my blood sugar until I feel sick, and my insulin resistance that makes eating certain foods terrible and my fibromyalgia that demands I eat proportionally correct meals to prevent flairs, and Weight Watchers which has a wonderful idea of what I'm to eat and not to eat. This is starting to feel like a math test and I detest those.... grumble grumble.
Hmm. And this is just the beginning! Fun fun. Well - I hope and pray that these measures will be enough and that I will conceive and bring a child into this world. If not, then I can look into other possibilities, like provera and clomid, or artificial insemination or IVF or adoption. I will pass those hurdles if I come to them. For now - I need to take care of myself, I need to stay focused and positive, and I need to pray. And I need to follow all these things to the letter.
Aside from that jazz - I found a new home for the bottle babies so I can work out a sleep schedule! Hurray! I actually get to sleep again! And I happened to find homes for Tigger and Big Boy and I managed to adopt a cute little girl named Sushi. She's my 9 week old bundle of love.
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