My title says “part one” but if you’ve been following the story, there have been many parts before this. This is just where I start the first part of this part of the journey and, in turn, share it with you.
I have started many a blog post by saying “parenting is hard” but now I’m going to change my tune and say “making people to parent is hard”, because it is, despite what that chick with 19 kids has to say. Even before Audrey had turned 2 we started the conversation about having another child but I had worried about having them too close in age as I value my sanity and sleep, so we waited. Two days after Audrey turned two, in March 2012, I was at my OB/GYN “pulling the goalie” and away we went.
It didn’t take long to see the fruits of our labor as we found ourselves staring at 2 blue lines in June that same year. But our joy was to be cut short by a miscarriage and D&C that August. Since then I have gone month after month staring at negative pregnancy tests. Then at the beginning of this year I finally consulted my doctor about going on Clomid, a popularly prescribed fertility drug. My doctor agreed that this would be a good route for us to try, however, due to my age (36! Where’s my mobility scooter?!), they would only be giving me 2 months. Those months came and went and I fought for more, which was granted. (I can be pretty convincing, just ask DirecTV.) More months came and went, with the same sad result.
In the mean time, I did everything I was supposed to do; I drank lots of water, took my vitamins, carefully charted my cycle with pinpoint accuracy, allowed the doctor to essentially drain me dry of blood every month for testing purposes and forced my husband to adhere to a very strict, ahem, “private time” schedule. (If the words “timed intercourse” doesn’t get you all hot and bothered, then I’m sorry but nothing will.) Then there was the time I had to take Audrey with me to have an INTERNAL sonogram. I don’t recommend that.
Now here we are, a year and a half later, with nothing to show for it except for about 7 extra pounds (thanks Clomid) and more knowledge about cervical mucus than should be allowed. But I’m not done, and I’m not giving up either. We decided a long time ago that if it comes to the IUI or IVF, we would just hang up the towel. I don’t think I’m ready to put my family through that, emotionally or financially, or my body as I was already a commercial-crying basket case from the crap I was on.
So now on to this part. I have opted to forego anymore fertility drugs, or the start of any treatments, and try a more natural approach. I have teamed up with OvaCue, a company that makes a wonderful top-of-the-line electronic fertility monitor, in hopes of conceiving the more natural way. Along the journey I will blog about how it’s going and what I generally think about the process. (If you have specific questions, please message me and I will be sure to address them in my follow-ups.)
I get it, I’m not the spring chicken I once was but Hello! Halle Berry! I can’t be the only one over 35 who is wanting to have another child without putting their family in debt. So here’s to us; the crusty, the dusty, and the not-yet-ready-to-be-put-out-to-pasture. Let’s do this!