Obviously, we were not successful this past cycle. I’m not surprised. I am 99% sure my ovulation never really happened. Looking at the chart, I totally failed… I never had a significant thermal shift after the so-called ovulation. I should have asked for a trigger shot. This is what happens when you really think your body can do this on its own when it just can’t.
We’re going on vacation next week and I am taking a TTC break. I’m not even going to temp/chart. I’m done for now. I’ll be due for my next annual visit with my OB in August so we’ll have a chat about our next move when I go in for that. I’m going to ask about 7.5 mg of Femara and a trigger. Or I might go back to Clomid. I don’t know. For now, I think I will start some red raspberry leaf tea to help my uterus get a little healthier. Maybe some Vitex. Might bump up my folic acid intake.
Perhaps September will be our month. We’ll be at 18 months not preventing, 13 months of trying, 3rd medicated cycle.
I hate those numbers.
Zoey loves babies… like, seriously loves them. She would be such a great big sister. I keep telling myself that it will be a blessing that they will be spaced further apart. She will be more helpful, more independent, less needy… she’ll be in pre-k by the time one comes so the childcare costs will be lower. But right now… this very moment in her life… she loves babies and I wish I could see her playing with one that is her very own sibling and not someone else’s. She recognizes cloth diapers as “diapers” and actually asked me “what’s that?” the last time she saw a disposable. She’s getting trained very well. My cloth stash is steadily growing as I prepare myself for the “some day”, but then sometimes I look at my stash and think, “Is this a waste of effort? Will these ever be used by a child of my own, or just on Zoey’s cabbage patch dolls?”
If one more person asks me when we’re having another one, or if we “plan on having any more”, I just might scream.
If I hear any more about abortion, I just might scream.
If I hear any more of, “my husband looks at me and I’m pregnant,” I just might scream.
If I hear any more of, “relax, it’ll happen,” I just might scream.
If I hear any more of, “have you thought about just adopting?”
I. JUST. MIGHT. SCREAM.