My 31st birthday was this week, it went well. Mom and Dad came in and visited for three days. Dad recently switched to an electronic cig so that Mom could breath normal again.The man has been smoking since he was 13, its crazy how times change. He really is a walking stereotype my Dad. Born and raised off the Qualla boundary in NC. He comes from a long line of Native Americans, and Irish immigrants. He is a loud opinionated ex vet, diabetic, he has drank too much, smoked to much, had a heart attack, and is still kicking. I think sheer will alone keeps him ticking. Quiet the character.
So for several days the TV blared Fox news. It doesn't make me very happy but I figure Dad is old and sick. I am going to let him watch it, and yell out random Republican ideas if it makes him happy. Though I can say, Fox news does not help to put me in a better frame of mind. We originally were all set for TTC on or around my birthday, but my body had other plans. I have been sipping down red raspberry leaf tea by the gallons, and taking a daily regiment of Dong quai- is it ironic that a nurse hates western medicine. I find irony in it.
I had positive ovulation last month, but my body just teased me with starting, a few days of tiny amounts of a period, its really holding out on me on purpose I feel it. I think the stress of counting is getting to me, and we talk about TTC at least once a day. The one time in my life I am looking forward to my period, and nothing? Nothing? Andrea said perhaps I am pregnant- I told her we would both be rich if that were so. That perhaps, I would start my own religion. I shall call it - The Lezcostal church of insantology and Latter day Cranks, and the child shall be called Gloria, um no, Hope, um Hosannah! Nope, not feeling it. Maybe I should start working on my version of commandments, most important commandment 1. Thou shall not be stupid. (I will work on it.)
Most people would wait, perhaps go to the doctor. Figure it out with a PCP. No, not me- I called in a prescription of progesterone. So for the next 10 days, Andrea gets to deal with the BEAR in me. My normally charming, demure personality will hit over drive, and I may want to kill everything that moves. Oh wait- that is me on a good day. Ya'll better send Andrea some positive thoughts or something. It could get rough. Then about 5-7 days after ending the anger meds, I will start some clomid. Hopefully this will not give me like 8 great eggs or something, I am just shooting for one. I am a gambler by nature though, so we are going to give it a go. Hopefully, we will be set to roll again around Nov 4th. Right, before leaving for Dallas. Light a candle for us, that it all goes well- because I am driving us both insane with counting.
I had positive ovulation last month, but my body just teased me with starting, a few days of tiny amounts of a period, its really holding out on me on purpose I feel it. I think the stress of counting is getting to me, and we talk about TTC at least once a day. The one time in my life I am looking forward to my period, and nothing? Nothing? Andrea said perhaps I am pregnant- I told her we would both be rich if that were so. That perhaps, I would start my own religion. I shall call it - The Lezcostal church of insantology and Latter day Cranks, and the child shall be called Gloria, um no, Hope, um Hosannah! Nope, not feeling it. Maybe I should start working on my version of commandments, most important commandment 1. Thou shall not be stupid. (I will work on it.)
Most people would wait, perhaps go to the doctor. Figure it out with a PCP. No, not me- I called in a prescription of progesterone. So for the next 10 days, Andrea gets to deal with the BEAR in me. My normally charming, demure personality will hit over drive, and I may want to kill everything that moves. Oh wait- that is me on a good day. Ya'll better send Andrea some positive thoughts or something. It could get rough. Then about 5-7 days after ending the anger meds, I will start some clomid. Hopefully this will not give me like 8 great eggs or something, I am just shooting for one. I am a gambler by nature though, so we are going to give it a go. Hopefully, we will be set to roll again around Nov 4th. Right, before leaving for Dallas. Light a candle for us, that it all goes well- because I am driving us both insane with counting.
So our plans are on ice, literally.
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