What?! “Cycle day 50?” you say. Word. fif.ty. Fiddy. The Big Five O.
You may recall that my blog as of late has basically been about my making innumerable, pointless visits to my RE’s office—coupled with taking frequent ‘scripts for Provera—to try taming my ongoing mystery bleeding. I spoke too soon last time I posted when I said that the bleeding was disappearing. Not a day later it returned with a vengeance. For those of you not familiar with Provera, it’s not supposed to make you bleed while taking it… Like, that’s the exact opposite effect of its purpose. But I did bleed on Provera… twice… and heavily. The eventually bleeding went away, long after the script ran out. The investigative h/s and D&C that Dr. C planned to do were both canceled for reasons unknown to me. I’ve made no effort to try to reschedule them. The whole thing still remains a mystery.
Dr. C’s office tells me that any bleeding I had while taking Provera did not count as a period, i.e. no unfertilized egg was passed. This means that today I’m either on cycle day 50 or cycle day 77. Pick your poison. Personally, I’m going with 50 because it sounds just slightly less insane.
In other fertility news, I [finally] am having my surgical consult on October 6. I don’t find that typing such a sentence warrants an exclamation mark, even though I am actually excited about it. Well, you know: not excited excited. But, post-surgery, certainly I’m looking forward to pain relief from Evil Endo and to having the same chances of natural conception that normal women have. Now that I am excited about! Two exclamation marks for natural TTC!!
It took a long time to find a surgeon. I hit several roadblocks and dead ends along the way, but eventually I found a stellar surgeon who’s only an hour from where I live. She received rave reviews online, and when I called her office to make the appointment her staff was friendly and efficient. Plus, the pre-visit forms I completed were ridic thorough. It took a full six weeks to get an opening with this surgeon, as she’s very in demand. All good things, right? I’m years overdue for another surgery: what’s six weeks to wait?
Otherwise, all’s been quiet on the TTC front. Jake and I ended up not even being able to try making any babies for about, oh, 6 full weeks (!). I was still have problems with painful intercourse and couldn’t, errrrm, do anything. For the record, celibacy during marriage is not fun. Because there’s been a less than zero chance of pregnancy, I’ve become incredibly lazy about taking my vitamins/supplements, charting BBTs, and avoiding too much coffee (c’mon, it’s pumpkin spice season, people!), plus all those other nutty things I do in the name of TTC. And you know what? Part of me doesn’t care. Part of me likes it.
We’ve recently had the one-year anniversary of our first embryo transfer, which was (and is) a tough pill to swallow when I remember back to a year ago and the promises I thought were in store from our second pregnancy. But we also recently celebrated our 13 year wedding anniversary, which is a lovely ray of sunshine busting through the dark and stormy clouds. We may not have our take-home baby yet, but we still have each other. And that alone is priceless.
I’ll end this post with a pic of our still-new-to-us kitty, a/k/a Mr. McGrumpypants, ‘cause, my goodness, he’s too cute not to be shared with the world.
p.s. Is anyone else’s WordPress acting wonky? Not showing draft posts, taking forever to load, not able to save drafts, etc.? Or is it just mine?