Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Tis the Season

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"I'm done feeling weighted down.  I am letting it go"

I've picked myself up and pulled out of the mini depression I fell into the last time I blogged.  It's my favorite time of year, and there are so many wonderful things going on.  I don't have time to weigh on the things I don't have.  It's time to enjoy and praise the things I do have. 

I've completed one week of birth control pills.  Luckily the nausea has worn off.  If I remember right, I thought that birth control was supposed to help with acne??? Well, it's not.  I guess stress and all the sugary goodies I've been indulging in (bad, bad, bad!!!!!) are going to offset and benefit I would get from birth control.  Ohwell.  About those sugary indulgences....... I need to stop!!! I've been doing so good with eating well lately, but then I ruin it by eating cookies and frosting.  I stepped on the scale today, and instead of the number going down like it has been, it went back up.  That was enough to make me stop eating cookies.  The Holidays are hard to completely avoid things like that.  BUT, I don't need to be eating cookies just for the sake of eating cookies.  I need to limit myself to ONE, and it should only be during certain occasions, not just after lunch, at my house, by myself. 

I have been having the best time lately with my daughter.  She is seriously the joy of our lives.  She is quite a crack up these days.  Yesterday, we took her to see Christmas lights in a local neighborhood that goes all out.  And, she even took a picture next to Santa! This is a big deal because she has been saying all season that she doesn't want to get close to him. But, after Santa gave her a candy cane and talked to her a bit, she warmed up. It was such a special moment for me.  It warmed my heart to see her look up at that jolly ol' fellow.  The two of us have been making Christmas crafts, talking about baby Jesus, singing Christmas carols, making cookies, buying presents, and truely enjoying the season.  Her favorite carol is Little Drummer Boy.  We read the book everyday and listen to the song multiple times a day (I downloaded the Bob Seger version as it's my favorite).

 I know just two short days after Christmas things are going to get crazy with IVF.  So, I really want to enjoy this last week where I don't actually have to think about TTC at all.  I don't have to care what cd it is, whether or now I'm ovulating, what shot I should be taking, what time I need to leave to make it to my appt.  I don't have to think about any of that, and I'm going to take full advantage of the rest of this little break. 

Merry Christmas!!!!


Friday, December 14, 2012

Step 1, Birth Control

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There are so many emotions and thoughts constantly running a muck in my head.  Will this work? When will I tell family if it does? When will I tell them if it doesn't? What if this doesn't work?  How will I cope? How will I explain to my beautiful daughter that mommy isn't trying anymore?  This is going to work! Why wouldn't it?  Don't be too confident.  Don't be too doubtful.  Don't stress about it.  How will my daughter do with all the babysitting, and me being gone more in one month than I have in her whole lifetime?  How can I keep myself from stressing?  What if I have bad reactions?  What if?  How? When? Why?....... I could go on an on. 

I repinned this quote the other day on Pinterest and need to deeply implement it into my life.   "The trick is to enjoy life.  Don't wish away your days waiting for better ones! " After all, this is the most wonderful time of the year.  With Christmas just around the corner, and my birthday now less than a month away.  I need to enjoy life.  No, I can't just forget and ignore what is going on.  Yes, it will be impossible to not think about IVF.  But, I need to enjoy my life and all the wonderful things that are happening in the meantime.  I do have a wonderful life.  There is just one little sucky part about it.  But, I don't need to define my life by that one sucky part.  I am constantly waiting for that BFP.  Constantly.  It's so constant, that I find myself missing out on little things.  I regret that.  I will continue to regret it.  So, I need to start enjoying those things. 

I started birth control on Wednesday night.  It seems so counterproductive to be on birth control when actively TTC, doesn't it?  I know full and well that it's all part of the typical protocol for IVF, but I can't help be taken back by seeing that little book of pills on my counter.  It's surreal.  This is the first step towards IVF.  My next appt is Dec. 27, when I will have blood work done, a baseline u/s, and a seminar to go over all the drugs that I will be on.  It's expected that I will start the injections on Jan. 1, 2013.  Happy New Year :)

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Offically moving on to IVF

It's all happening.  I'm not sure I'm fully ready, but who is every fully ready for any huge leap?  There is always this fear of failure.  Fear of the unknown. Fear to leave the comfort zone.  Although I'm fearful that IVF will not be successful, I'm ready to take this journey by the horns.  I'm ready.  I've got to stay positive.  Deep down in my heart I have faith that this will work.  It has to work.  The odds are in our favor for once.  IVF here we come. 

I'm having a hard time processing that this is where we are at in our journey to build our family.  When I scheduled my first appt with Fertility and Surgical Associates, I wondered if I should just wait it out and keep TTC naturally, for a few more months.  Then, we slowly learned that our chances were much slimmer on natural cycles than we thought.  Once we decided to start medicated cycles, EVERYBODY, myself included, thought that IVF would NEVER be needed. They/I thought that I would get pregnant with Metformin..........Clomid..... Clomid + IUI.......... Clomid+Injections+IUI  .........Injections+IUI...............  Nope.  One BFP that ended in an early miscarriage and that's it.  Nothing.  It's been too many months of perfectly planned intercourse, too many months of medicated cycles and IUI's, too many months of doing everything we can.  It's time to surrender and leave it all up to science and God.  Last night I laid awake wondering and praying.  Was I making the right decision to move forward with IVF?  Is this what God wants me to do?  I was over analyzing everything, something I'm very good at.  I came to the conclusion that God has led me down this path to make me the person I am.  He has created the the people who created the science to hopefully help me get pregnant.  He has led me to these decisions and I have to choose that path that feels right.  IVF feels right.  I know for a fact that I will never EVER be able to move on without attempting IVF. 

This journey has changed me as a person.  I have learned a lot about myself.  I've learned to not judge other people's situations.  I've learned to be more sympathetic.  I've learned to better deal with defeat and failure.  I've learned to better handle my emotions.  I've learned that jealousy and envy will get you nowhere and will do nothing but ruin you.  I've learned a lot.  I haven't completely changed, but I've grown a lot in the last two years.  Maybe I needed this journey for a reason?  Maybe I didn't.

Good old Aunt Flow showed up unannounced and unwelcome as usual today on CD24.  I put a call in to the nurse today and will soon know when to start the birth control, and get the tentative dates of the IVF cycle.  I'm ready. 

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Prepping for IVF consultation

"All of my tried and true tricks of mapping out a problem, plan of action, and ultimate goal are NOT working for the first time in my life and it's been HARD to come to terms with. I am finally learning to let go and give the control over to God. There are just so many things I don't understand still, but I've got to remind myself daily that for some reason I must need to learn something from this still. I am trying to remember each day that you can't have worry and faith together. They cannot co-exist. You either have faith or you worry. You can't have them both. I am trying to choose faith as best I can"  - Emily at Eat Love Procreate

I couldn't have said it better myself.  I have no control over this.  What I can control is whether or not to move forward with IVF, which will be decided after our consult on Saturday.  If we do move forward, all I can control is that we are attempting the procedure.  After that, it is up to my eggs, Jake's swimmers, and God. 

I've been looking forward to our IVF consultation.  I've complied many questions.  I've thought about how Jake is going to react to everything: the office, the doctor, the price, the procdure.  He hasn't been to one of these appts with me.  He doesn't see me give myself shots, shoot suppositories up my lady parts, check my CM.  He hasn't gone to any meetings because he is either A) working to provide the income for these procedures or B) staying home to watch our little miracle child.  I'm excited and nervous for him to go with me. 

Here are the questions that I will be asking the RE in regards to my first (and only) IVF prodcedure.  Please feel free to use them if you need, or to suggest more questions
1) What, if any, testing needs to be done beforehand
2)Any pre-IVF restrictions/requirements to start now?
3) Restrictions on activity during actual cycle?  When does it start? What are the restrictions?
4)What are our chances given my age and history?  Does having a successful childbirth up the chances at all?
5) Thoughts on 3day vs. 5day transfer?  What's the difference between the two?
6) Should I drop my antidepressants while on IVF cycle?
7) Will you be doing all the footwork with my insurance company?
8)Exactly how much will I have to pay OOP for one procedure?  And, what WILL be included?
9) What ISN'T included in that price?
 10)Price with freezing for FET vs. not freezing?
11) How many visits can I except during one IVF cycle?
12)What medications will I be taking?
13)  Can we order any or all of the meds before the first of the year since I've already met my copayment for this year?
14) Do you recommend complementary or alternative medicines?
15) When do you cancel a cycle?
16) What things can go wrong? Costs of cancelled cycle?

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Adios Facebook!!!

I deactivated my Facebook account.... for now.  I needed a break.  I'm working very hard on myself.  Trying to be a better mother.  Trying to be a better wife. Trying to focus more on my little family.  Trying to build up my self esteem.  Trying to be more productive around the house.  Therefore, I didn't need the distraction of Facebook.  I'm sad that I won't get to interact with my mommy group that I love.  I'm sad that I wont get to see pictures of my niece and other family.  But, life goes on.  It did before I have Facebook.  I plan to stay off for at least 3 weeks.  Then, I will see how I feel.  I have to admit that it felt really good to hit that deactivate button.  I needed it. 

Friday, November 9, 2012

It's a vicious cycle and I'm not alone

"The sad irony is that, especially when women overeat, food itself becomes a stressor and a vicious cycle can ensue." - SELF.com

"Is it REALLY as bad as she says it is?" Yes. Studies show that women with fertility problems are as stressed, anxious, and depressed as women with cancer, heart disease, or HIV. Blood tests, pills, injections, ultrasounds, and procedures cause stress and emotional upheaval in women. Also, society fails to recognize the grief caused by infertility, so people denied parenthood tend to hide their sorrow, which only increases their feelings of shame and isolation.

Infertility..... Stress..... Stress Eating.... Guilt..... dwindling self esteem....... extreme exercise..... calorie cutting..... OVER AND OVER AGAIN. It's a viscous cycle that I'm stuck in, but apparently I'm not alone.  I was awake early this morning after hubby left for the gym and work.  While I waited for my princess of a daughter to wake up, I did what I do best in my free time.... Googled!  I was surprised to find so much on stress eating and infertility and how many people stress eat when dealing with infertility. 

I deal with stress by either A) eating B) vigorous exercise, or both A & B.  I always have, but the times were fewer and further between.  It hasn't been until this past Spring that I became very stressed, depressed, and anxious about this whole infertility thing.  That is when I learned the extent of my unfortunate lady parts.  That was the 1 year mark of actively TTC.  That was the time that I had "expected" to have baby #2.  I liked to think that I wasn't stressed out about making a baby. But the truth is, it's fucking stressful!!! It's fucking exhausting, and it has taken a toll on my body, mind, and soul.  I try very very hard to be strong.  To not stress.  To let it be.  To put my faith in God. I always put on a smile.  I try to not cry.  But, this struggle has changed me.  And because of all of this.... I stress eat..... It's what I know.  It's how I cope.  Unfortunately, it's only a very temporary fix.  As soon as I stop eating, the guilt sets in.  Then, the lack of self esteem sets in.  Then, I work out too hard.  Then, it starts all over again.  I don't want to make excuses and say that it's okay to do this because I'm stressed and my body is making Cortisol causing me to eat.  I want to change this.  I want to focus my attention elsewhere.  This is going to be extremely hard to do.  I will not be perfect.  I will still have days where I relapse and rely on food as my crutch.  I'm hoping to make those days few and far between.  It's going to be hard to do, because I'm not giving up my journey of trying to have a baby yet.  It's our dream and desire to have one more baby and we are still actively chasing that dream.  For now. 

I'm glad I had the time this morning to read up on stress eating, in addition to the stress caused by infertility and the toll it takes on your body.  It was very eye opening.  Knowledge is power.  I now have the knowledge of WHY I overeat.  Now, I need to maintain the power to take charge.  I don't want to be fat and have a barren womb. 

With that said, I also think that I need to be a little easier on myself.  Yes, I do need to stop the over eating and find other ways to cope.  But, I'm at a healthy weight.  I'm 5'7" and 138lbs.  That is fine.  It is healthy.  I can wear sizes as small as a 4.  I should be okay with that.  The problem is, I was always larger than my close friends.  I was never fat, but they were skinner with what I thought were better bodies.  After I had my little diva, I lost all the weight, and then kept losing.  I got a little cray cray with the fitness, and got down to 124, but maintained 127 for a long time.  I was super fit and loved the fact that I was finally the same size or smaller than my friends.  This is a very unhealthy frame of mind, and I acknowledge that.  But, I've always had issues comparing myself to others.  Being that small was extremely hard to maintain and it caused me to lose a lot of hair and not have regular periods. Obviosuly not healthy.  But, I'm still having a hard time coming to terms with not being able to fit into those size 26 jeans.  I have a hard time seeing my skin jiggle in the mirror when it didn't just 6 months ago.  But, I need to let go.  I'm a mother of a daughter and I need to set a good example of self esteem and teach her to love her body.  I don't want her to be like me.  I need to change for both her and I. 

And you thought YOU had issues lol

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Time to focus on what I can control

con·trol
1. To exercise authoritative or dominating influence over; direct. See Synonyms at conduct.
2. To adjust to a requirement; regulate: controlled trading on the stock market; controls the flow of water.
3. To hold in restraint; check: struggled to control my temper.
4. To reduce or prevent the spread of: control insects; controlled the fire by dousing it with water.
 
I cannot control when I get pregnant.  For most people, you can control when you get pregnant.  That is a blessing and shouldn't be taken for granted.  I cannot control whether or not my body decides to have another chemical pregnancy.  I have no control over the spacing between my children.  I have spent so much time and energy over the past year and half focusing and obsessing over something that I have little to no control over.  I makes me CRAZY that I have no control over it.  But, I have to let go.  I have to start focusing on the things that I DO have control over. 
 
I can control my stress levels to some extent.
 
I can control and limit the amount of time I spend on Facebook in order to protect my feelings and reduce my stress and feelings of envy.
 
I CAN control my weight and focus on getting myself back to my happy weight.
 
I can work on focusing on my current life and all the good that is in it. 
 
Infertility is trying to break me.  And, for short periods, it succeeds.  But, I will not let this break me  down.  I have too much to be thankful for.  I have a beautiful daughter, and amazing husband, great family, some pretty awesome friends.  I have the privilege of being a stay at home mother, of owning a horse, of owning a house, a car, and two wonderful (but stinky) dogs.  Aside from my infertility, I have good health.  I have A LOT to be thankful for.  Yes, I am currently infertile.  Yes, it fucking sucks to be asked every fucking day if my daughter is my only one, and why.  Yes, I am trying with all my heart and soul to have another baby.  Yes, it is something I want more than anything.  But, I can't control whether or not it will happen. We are doing everything we can, and the rest is up to God. 
 
Infertility has changed me.  In good ways and in bad.   One of the things I hate is that I've gained so much weight and lost so much of my muscle tone.  It's official, I have gained every single pound back from when I started losing weight two years ago.  I am back to my starting weight of 142.  I was once down to 124, and was at my happy weight between 128-133.  I like to blame it on my infertility drugs, but mostly it's my emotions and my emotional stress eating.  Well, this has to stop. I said that if October wasn't my month, then I was going to focus on eating clean and getting in shape again.  I haven't started that yet.  Instead, I continued to stress eat as it's taken me longer and longer to heal after each failed cycle.  Well, I've accepted and moved on to this cycle (on day 12 lol) and now it's time to take CONTROL of something I can actually control.  It's time to stop the fucking horrible snacking and overeating.  It's time to eat the way that I know how.  It's time to get back to my happy weight.  For now, my goal is 135.  Once I hit that, I will buy a cute workout outfit and then work towards my ultimate goal of 130.  Eating and snacking has become my crutch throughout infertility.  It's becoming an addiction, and that scares the crap out of me.  I come from a family of addictive personalities.  I have an addictive personality.  I've been addicted to marijuana (many moons ago), cigarettes, exercise, and now food.  I cannot do this to myself.  I look in the mirror and hate my body inside and out.  I hate the inside because I feel so bitter and jealous of everybody who is passing me by, and because I'm infertile.  I hate the outside because I don't look the way I want to and I've gained so much weight in such a short amount of time.  It's time to step up and do something about it.  IT'S TIME!!!!
Starting tomorrow, I'm going to become a die hard Myfitnesspal user again.   My goal is to log in 20 days in a row.  Starting tomorrow, I'm not going to snack on crap food as soon as I get stressed or when my daughter is sleeping.  Starting RIGHT NOW, I'm going to accept that I have control over my weight and I'm going to focus on that. 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Halloween or National Hoebag day?

I love Halloween.  I love it more now that I'm a mother and I get to watch my daughter dress up.  This is the first year that she is actually excited to dress up in her costume.  She's the cutest Minnie Mouse ever.  I love Halloween decorations almost as much as I love Christmas Decorations.  But, I find myself enjoying adult Halloween parties less and less.  When did Halloween become national hoebag it up day!?!?! Seriously.  I have NEVER been the type of girl to pick up the trampy Halloween "nurse" or "cop" or "Playboy bunny" costume at my nearest adult store.  I've always been the type to go for homemade, funny, and unique costumes.  I kind of get it if you're 19, 20, 21, even 22 years old it's your time to show what your mama gave you and be somewhat justified.... but my group of friends is hitting or in their 30's and we have children.We are married.  We aren't fresh out of our parent's houses or in college.  This isn't our first Halloween party to attend where mom and dad don't have to approve our costumes.  We are not 21 years old.  It's crazy to me that some of them leave their homes and children to attend an adult Halloween party in the sexy nurse outfit.  crazy.  Last night I attended what might be my last Halloween party.  I'm just getting too old for this nonsense.  First of all, my friends and I put in a lot of hard work and dedication into our costumes.   We went at the cast from Forrest Gump.  I was Jenny, my husband was Forrest, my BFF was Forrest's mom, and her husband was Lt. Dan.  It was awesome.  We looked great.  On the way there, my friend and I joked about how we would be the only fully clothed girls there.  We were partly joking.  I kid you not.... besides another friend dressed as Flo from Progressive, EVERY other costume was bought at the hoebag store.  Seriously!?!?! It was sort of awkward.  I mean, how do you hold a convo with a friend you haven't seen since last year when her boobies are literally popping out at you??  The men love it of course, but at the same time, I guarantee my husband wouldn't want me dressed in that costume.  It's not who we are. I can't help but want to tell my mom and dad (who watched my daughter while I attended this shit show) that they should be proud of themselves for raising a daughter who doesn't dress like a hooker each and every Halloween.  Anywho, that's my rant on adult Halloween. 





Thursday, September 27, 2012

Uncornuate Uterus

It turns out that I have some type of Mullerian Anomalie (aka abnormal uterus) and have had it all my life.  My OBGYN had be get a HSG (dye test) to see if my tubes were blocked or what might be causing me to not get pregnant this time around.  Low and behold, I have an Mullerian Anomalie.  Apparently my uterus was malformed while I was in my mama's womb 28 years ago.  This wasn't a huge surprise as my OBGYN thought I was some type of issue with my uterus when undergoing my c-section with Taylor.  The fertility specialist, OB, and radiologist are all in agreement that I have a unicornuate uterus.  Wow!! How cool, there is a unicorn in my uterus! NOT!!!! Basically, I have half of the reproductive system that "normal" women have.  Which means, I pretty much have half the chance of conceiving that "normal" women have.  Oh lucky me. 

"But, you already have one kid and so it should be no problem getting pregnant again" - WRONG.  I've heard something along this line so many different times that I cringe when I know somebody is starting to say it.  According to the health professionals involved with my fertility, my daughter was pretty much a blessing and a miracle. Because, A) she was conceived, when many women with a UU have a hard time with implantation; B) I didn't need any medical intervention to get pregnant and C) I carried her to full term and had little problems.  She is our little miracle and the further down this road of secondary infertility I go, the more I realize that.  The reason I'm having problems getting pregnant for the second time are pretty much unknown.  My case is different because I'm the classic case of "Unexplained Secondary Infertility", but with a side of Unicornuate Uterus.  Sounds appetizing, doesn't it? I've had one, maybe two chemical pregnancies, which basically means I'm having problems implanting this time around.  Oh joy.  There's nothing more heart breaking than hearing your finally pregnant, but that it's not viable.  Worst day ever.  Add in the fact that my chances of conceiving naturally are about 10-12% when the "normal" healthy couple has a 20% chance. 

Another frustrating thing about having a mullerian anomalie is that there is so little known about them.  It's pretty much impossible to do my own "research" via Dr. Google.  It's defiantly a feeling of claustrophobia to know that I have a condition that not much is known about, and very little studies have been completed. 
Here's the thing about Secondary Infertility..... it sucks! Royally! There is nothing worse than knowing you're failing to give your daughter a sibling.  There is nothing worse than watching that age gap grow larger and larger.  Oh wait, there is something worse.... infertility in general.  At least I'm fortunate to have have my little miracle child.  I know many women would kill to have just one child, and my heart goes out to them. 
This has been a rough week mentally.  And, it's been and even rougher morning.  First of all, I'm a planner.  I like to know ahead of time what events I have coming up so I can mentally and physically prepare for them.  Well, this week, family gatherings were thrown on me that I barely even had time to clean my house, get groceries to feed them all, and mentally prepare myself for having roommates for few nights. Gotta love family, right?  I'm not the best at this, but I feel like I handled it pretty well. That is all minor stuff in the grand scheme of things, right? Mentally, I've had a rough week.  It's been hard to meet my nephew for the first time and know that his mommy and I started ATTC at the same time.  He is 4 months old and I'm still not pregnant. I love him to pieces, but I can't help but be upset for not having a little cousin at least on the way for him to play with.  In addition to this, my wonderful little daughter has become more and more obsessed with pregnancy and mommy having a baby. It breaks my heart when I have to tell her "No, there isn't a baby in my belly".  I seriously think she is confused since there are SOOOOOOO many people around us that are pregnant, or popping out little blessings.  The other day she asked if mommy had a baby in her belly, and I said "no, not yet".  She replied "next time".  I instantly broke down.  UGH.  This it's so hard to not be able to give your child a sibling as planned.  I haven't given up all hope, but it seriously makes my heart drop to know she wants and needs a sibling and I'm failing to give her one.  This morning was a buzz kill at Taylor's swim lessons.  I'm finding it harder and harder to be at these family settings with a child her age (2.5) It seems that almost every other mother there either already has multiple kids and the toddler is their youngest, or they have a newborn as well, or they are knocked up.  And then there's me,
crazy-train riding, jealous, Miss. Infertile with my unicornuate uterus hiding under my skin.  It's literally painful to sit there and be the only one that doesn't have another one on the way. Especially when I've gone through everything I have.  That's the thing that REALLY sucks about secondary infertility.  You can't just ignore family settings.  You can't just do adult like activities, and go on extravagant vacations, and live like newlyweds.  Why? Because (luckily) you already have a little blessing.  So, you are placed in these family settings with pregnant fertile mertiles at parks, lessons, classes, play dates, pediatrician's offices,  etc.  And while most of me loves being there for my little blessing, there is a part of me that cringes at seeing all the newborns and pregnant ladies.  It's the very jealous, bitter part of me.  But, I will keep on keeping on and attending these places for my little miracle.  She is our world, and without her, I would be lost. 
Isn't it ironic the way life unfolds?  Never did I ever think I would be sitting here wondering if I will ever have a second child.  I mean, I got pregnant naturally on my 3rd cycle with my daughter.  Here I sit, on my last round of Bravelle injections before moving on.  Moving on to what? We're not yet sure.  We either have to make the big leap and pursue IVF or we have to decide we are okay with our family of three and move on with our lives, and going with the whole "not trying, but not preventing" outlook.  Decisions... Decisions

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Infertility Etiquette - from Resolve.org

I think this is worth passing on.  There are many people I'm surrounded by right now that could really benefit from reading this.  Personally, I feel like I did my very best to not complain about my last pregnancy, or say anything hurtful to others that were struggling with TTC.  I'm sure I was naive to some things I said that hurt people, but I'm sorry.  I now know what it's like, and just thought everybody could benefit from reading a little Infertility Etiquette. 

Infertility Etiquette



"Chances are, you know someone who is struggling with infertility. More than seven million people of childbearing age in the United States experience infertility. Yet, as a society, we are woefully uninformed about how to best provide emotional support for our loved ones during this painful time.
Infertility is, indeed, a very painful struggle. The pain is similar to the grief over losing a loved one, but it is unique because it is a recurring grief. When a loved one dies, he isn't coming back. There is no hope that he will come back from the dead. You must work through the stages of grief, accept that you will never see this person again, and move on with your life.
The grief of infertility is not so cut and dry. Infertile people grieve the loss of the baby that they may never know. They grieve the loss of that baby who would have had mommy's nose and daddy's eyes. But, each month, there is the hope that maybe that baby will be conceived after all. No matter how hard they try to prepare themselves for bad news, they still hope that this month will be different. Then, the bad news comes again, and the grief washes over the infertile couple anew. This process happens month after month, year after year. It is like having a deep cut that keeps getting opened right when it starts to heal.
As the couple moves into infertility treatments, the pain increases while the bank account depletes. The tests are invasive and embarrassing to both parties, and you feel like the doctor has taken over your bedroom. And for all of this discomfort, you pay a lot of money.
A couple will eventually resolve the infertility problem in one of three ways:
  • They will eventually conceive a baby.
  • They will stop the infertility treatments and choose to live without children.
  • They will find an alternative way to parent, such as by adopting a child or becoming a foster parent.
Reaching a resolution can take years, so your infertile loved ones need your emotional support during this journey. Most people don't know what to say, so they wind up saying the wrong thing, which only makes the journey so much harder for their loved ones. Knowing what not to say is half of the battle to providing support.
Don't Tell Them to Relax
Everyone knows someone who had trouble conceiving but then finally became pregnant once she "relaxed." Couples who are able to conceive after a few months of "relaxing" are not infertile. By definition, a couple is not diagnosed as "infertile" until they have tried unsuccessfully to become pregnant for a full year. In fact, most infertility specialists will not treat a couple for infertility until they have tried to become pregnant for a year. This year weeds out the people who aren't infertile but just need to "relax." Those that remain are truly infertile.
Comments such as "just relax" or "try going on a cruise" create even more stress for the infertile couple, particularly the woman. The woman feels like she is doing something wrong when, in fact, there is a good chance that there is a physical problem preventing her from becoming pregnant.
These comments can also reach the point of absurdity. As a couple, my husband and I underwent two surgeries, numerous inseminations, hormone treatments, and four years of poking and prodding by doctors. Yet, people still continued to say things like, "If you just relaxed on a cruise . . ." Infertility is a diagnosable medical problem that must be treated by a doctor, and even with treatment, many couples will NEVER successfully conceive a child. Relaxation itself does not cure medical infertility.
Don't Minimize the Problem
Failure to conceive a baby is a very painful journey. Infertile couples are surrounded by families with children. These couples watch their friends give birth to two or three children, and they watch those children grow while the couple goes home to the silence of an empty house. These couples see all of the joy that a child brings into someone's life, and they feel the emptiness of not being able to experience the same joy.
Comments like, "Just enjoy being able to sleep late . . . .travel . . etc.," do not offer comfort. Instead, these comments make infertile people feel like you are minimizing their pain. You wouldn't tell somebody whose parent just died to be thankful that he no longer has to buy Father's Day or Mother's Day cards. Losing that one obligation doesn't even begin to compensate for the incredible loss of losing a parent. In the same vein, being able to sleep late or travel does not provide comfort to somebody who desperately wants a child.
Don't Say There Are Worse Things That Could Happen
Along the same lines, don't tell your friend that there are worse things that she could be going through. Who is the final authority on what is the "worst" thing that could happen to someone? Is it going through a divorce? Watching a loved one die? Getting raped? Losing a job?
Different people react to different life experiences in different ways. To someone who has trained his whole life for the Olympics, the "worst" thing might be experiencing an injury the week before the event. To someone who has walked away from her career to become a stay-at-home wife for 40 years, watching her husband leave her for a younger woman might be the "worst" thing. And, to a woman whose sole goal in life has been to love and nurture a child, infertility may indeed be the "worst" thing that could happen.
People wouldn't dream of telling someone whose parent just died, "It could be worse: both of your parents could be dead." Such a comment would be considered cruel rather than comforting. In the same vein, don't tell your friend that she could be going through worse things than infertility.
Don't Say They Aren't Meant to Be Parents
One of the cruelest things anyone ever said to me is, "Maybe God doesn't intend for you to be a mother." How incredibly insensitive to imply that I would be such a bad mother that God felt the need to divinely sterilize me. If God were in the business of divinely sterilizing women, don't you think he would prevent the pregnancies that end in abortions? Or wouldn't he sterilize the women who wind up neglecting and abusing their children? Even if you aren't religious, the "maybe it's not meant to be" comments are not comforting. Infertility is a medical condition, not a punishment from God or Mother Nature.
Don't Ask Why They Aren't Trying IVF
In vitro fertilization (IVF) is a method in which the woman harvests multiple eggs, which are then combined with the man's sperm in a petri dish. This is the method that can produce multiple births. People frequently ask, "Why don't you just try IVF?" in the same casual tone they would use to ask, "Why don't you try shopping at another store?"
Don't Be Crude
It is appalling that I even have to include this paragraph, but some of you need to hear this-Don't make crude jokes about your friend's vulnerable position. Crude comments like "I'll donate the sperm" or "Make sure the doctor uses your sperm for the insemination" are not funny, and they only irritate your friends.
Don't Complain About Your Pregnancy
This message is for pregnant women-Just being around you is painful for your infertile friends. Seeing your belly grow is a constant reminder of what your infertile friend cannot have. Unless an infertile women plans to spend her life in a cave, she has to find a way to interact with pregnant women. However, there are things you can do as her friend to make it easier.
The number one rule is DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY. I understand from my friends that, when you are pregnant, your hormones are going crazy and you experience a lot of discomfort, such as queasiness, stretch marks, and fatigue. You have every right to vent about the discomforts to any one else in your life, but don't put your infertile friend in the position of comforting you.
Your infertile friend would give anything to experience the discomforts you are enduring because those discomforts come from a baby growing inside of you. When I heard a pregnant woman complain about morning sickness, I would think, "I'd gladly throw up for nine straight months if it meant I could have a baby." When a pregnant woman would complain about her weight gain, I would think, "I would cut off my arm if I could be in your shoes."
I managed to go to baby showers and hospitals to welcome my friends' new babies, but it was hard. Without exception, it was hard. Stay sensitive to your infertile friend's emotions, and give her the leeway that she needs to be happy for you while she cries for herself. If she can't bring herself to hold your new baby, give her time. She isn't rejecting you or your new baby; she is just trying to work her way through her pain to show sincere joy for you. The fact that she is willing to endure such pain in order to celebrate your new baby with you speaks volumes about how much your friendship means to her.
Don't Treat Them Like They Are Ignorant
For some reason, some people seem to think that infertility causes a person to become unrealistic about the responsibilities of parenthood. I don't follow the logic, but several people told me that I wouldn't ache for a baby so much if I appreciated how much responsibility was involved in parenting.
Let's face it-no one can fully appreciate the responsibilities involved in parenting until they are, themselves, parents. That is true whether you successfully conceived after one month or after 10 years. The length of time you spend waiting for that baby does not factor in to your appreciation of responsibility. If anything, people who have been trying to become pregnant longer have had more time to think about those responsibilities. They have also probably been around lots of babies as their friends started their families.
Perhaps part of what fuels this perception is that infertile couples have a longer time to "dream" about what being a parent will be like. Like every other couple, we have our fantasies-my child will sleep through the night, would never have a tantrum in public, and will always eat his vegetables. Let us have our fantasies. Those fantasies are some of the few parent-to-be perks that we have-let us have them. You can give us your knowing looks when we discover the truth later.
Don't Gossip About Your Friend's Condition
Infertility treatments are very private and embarrassing, which is why many couples choose to undergo these treatments in secret. Men especially are very sensitive to letting people know about infertility testing, such as sperm counts. Gossiping about infertility is not usually done in a malicious manner. The gossipers are usually well-meaning people who are only trying to find out more about infertility so they can help their loved ones.
Regardless of why you are sharing this information with someone else, it hurts and embarrasses your friend to find out that Madge the bank teller knows what your husband's sperm count is and when your next period is expected. Infertility is something that should be kept as private as your friend wants to keep it. Respect your friend's privacy, and don't share any information that your friend hasn't authorized.
Don't Push Adoption (Yet)
Adoption is a wonderful way for infertile people to become parents. (As an adoptive parent, I can fully vouch for this!!) However, the couple needs to work through many issues before they will be ready to make an adoption decision. Before they can make the decision to love a "stranger's baby," they must first grieve the loss of that baby with Daddy's eyes and Mommy's nose. Adoption social workers recognize the importance of the grieving process. When my husband and I went for our initial adoption interview, we expected the first question to be, "Why do you want to adopt a baby?" Instead, the question was, "Have you grieved the loss of your biological child yet?" Our social worker emphasized how important it is to shut one door before you open another.
You do, indeed, need to grieve this loss before you are ready to start the adoption process. The adoption process is very long and expensive, and it is not an easy road. So, the couple needs to be very sure that they can let go of the hope of a biological child and that they can love an adopted baby. This takes time, and some couples are never able to reach this point. If your friend cannot love a baby that isn't her "own," then adoption isn't the right decision for her, and it is certainly not what is best for the baby.
Mentioning adoption in passing can be a comfort to some couples. (The only words that ever offered me comfort were from my sister, who said, "Whether through pregnancy or adoption, you will be a mother one day.") However, "pushing" the issue can frustrate your friend. So, mention the idea in passing if it seems appropriate, and then drop it. When your friend is ready to talk about adoption, she will raise the issue herself.
So, what can you say to your infertile friends? Unless you say "I am giving you this baby," there is nothing you can say that will erase their pain. So, take that pressure off of yourself. It isn't your job to erase their pain, but there is a lot you can do to lesson the load. Here are a few ideas.
Let Them Know That You Care
The best thing you can do is let your infertile friends know that you care. Send them cards. Let them cry on your shoulder. If they are religious, let them know you are praying for them. Offer the same support you would offer a friend who has lost a loved one. Just knowing they can count on you to be there for them lightens the load and lets them know that they aren't going through this alone.
Remember Them on Mother's Day
With all of the activity on Mother's Day, people tend to forget about women who cannot become mothers. Mother's Day is an incredibly painful time for infertile women. You cannot get away from it-There are ads on the TV, posters at the stores, church sermons devoted to celebrating motherhood, and all of the plans for celebrating with your own mother and mother-in-law.
Mother's Day is an important celebration and one that I relish now that I am a mother. However, it was very painful while I was waiting for my baby. Remember your infertile friends on Mother's Day, and send them a card to let them know you are thinking of them. They will appreciate knowing that you haven't "forgotten" them.
Support Their Decision to Stop Treatments
No couple can endure infertility treatments forever. At some point, they will stop. This is an agonizing decision to make, and it involves even more grief. Even if the couple chooses to adopt a baby, they must still first grieve the loss of that baby who would have had mommy's nose and daddy's eyes.
Once the couple has made the decision to stop treatments, support their decision. Don't encourage them to try again, and don't discourage them from adopting, if that is their choice. Once the couple has reached resolution (whether to live without children, adopt a child, or become foster parents), they can finally put that chapter of their lives behind them. Don't try to open that chapter again."

source: http://www.resolve.org/support-and-services/for-family--friends/infertility-etiquette.html

Who am I becoming?

Who am I becoming?  I really don't know.  Part of me is happy for the progress I'm making to better myself.  Going to acupuncture and counseling is really starting to pay off.  I can tell that I'm reacting in a more reasonable manner in stressful situations.  I feel like I haven't ripped my husband's head off in a few days, so that's good.  When it comes to having patience with myself, my daughter, and Jake, I can see an improvement, and that makes me feel better about myself.  Yay for that. 

But, on the other hand, I feel completely opposite of everything I just said in other regards.  This whole "trying to conceive" thing is really taking a toll on me. It's making me a bitter, emotional, jealous, self-conscious, health nut.  Who am I becoming?  I don't like this person, and I want to avoid being like this, but it seems the only way to avoid it is to STOP trying to get pregnant, and I don't want that.  I do all things I can to attempt to be relaxed about this whole process, but who can really relax when you know you're not ovulating, you know your uterus is fucked up, and it feels as if the world is passing you by.  It's getting to the point where it seriously find it hard to be happy when people tell me they're pregnant.  Yes, of course I'm happy for them, but I'm sad for me.  Ya know?  I look at my beautiful daughter, and watch her do the cutest things and it makes me want another one just like her.  Yes, I'm happy and thankful that I have her, but why can't I give her a sibling? Why can't I give my wonderful husband another child to be such a great father to?  Why can't I grow one more baby inside of me?  I hope it happens, sooner than later, but at least that it just happens. 

Friday, March 2, 2012

Making some Changes

I've said it before....... "I'm not going to get so stressed out over little things; I'm not going to go ape-sh*t-crazy when I'm mad; I'm going to learn to be more relaxed; yadda yadda yadda.  Well, this time I'm serious.  I'm sick and tired of being a stress case.  It's stressing me out.  I was convinced that I wasn't enough of a stressful person that it could in fact keep me from getting pregnant.  But, the more I read and think about it, my stress is a determining factor.  So, how do I plan to really "fix" myself this time you ask? Well, there is not just one answer.  But, I'm really starting to do some self reflecting, in addition to adding in some de-stressing exercises and techniques.  First, I found a new counselor and for the first time, I left thinking "That went really well.  We actually clicked.  I'm actually going to go back."  Along with that, I'm also continuing yoga, reading two books called Making Babies  and The Worry Cure, and just making a conscious effort to not sweat the small stuff.  If I don't dust they day of the week I always dust... so be it.  If the Saturday plans don't go exactly as I envisioned.... so be it.  My reasons for wanting to become more comfortable with myself, and to seek change are simple:  I want to be more confident.  I want to be a better wife.  I want to be a better mother, so that Taylor doesn't grow up  to be a stress case, because let's face it... she is going to model my behavior and I want better for her.  I want to become pregnant so badly that I can't find the right words to express my desire to conceive another baby..... a sibling for Taylor.  If I keep stressing myself out both physically and emotionally, it's going to be a long miserable road. And I don't want that.  So, here's to starting my new blog, my release, and becoming more comforable with the skin I'm in.  Cheers.