It’s been a while since I’ve gone back to my timeline. Since Author S took the first brave step and told part of her story I thought it was time for me to buck up and do the same. Can’t be the wuss in this duo of bloggers. So it’s my turn to suck it up and open up.
So remember my grand plan? To do the deed once or twice during days 10-20 using the trusty ovulation strips to have our planned oops?? Well if that worked this website would not exist.
We did our do diligence –
Day 1: get period.
Day 2: Drink through the disappointment.
Day 10: Start peeing on ovulation sticks.
Day 10-20: Do the deed whenever possible.
Day 28: Pee on pregnancy test…. and cry. Go back to the beginning.
Day 1: Get Period.
Those damn Day 1’s kept on coming. And by early November it had been 10 months since we pulled the goalie and our strategy for an empty net had failed to help us score. I was 3 weeks away from that big scary age of 35. And another month gone by that our oops never happened.
Sometimes you just know yourself and your body and I knew my oops wasn’t coming. No other way to explain it – I just knew I needed an “evaluation”. I’m no gynecologist but I’m a doctor with access to doctor type materials so I read the guidelines: the fancy instructions tell you that if you’re less than 35 you should see a fertility specialist after a year of trying. If you’re over 35 you get some help after 6 months of trying. Well I was 34.9 years of age so I figured 10 months was ok to at least talk to my Gyne about seeing a specialist and asking some questions.
So one day, as we lay in bed last November I nervously started a conversation with my husband. Maybe It was time to stop closing our eyes and crossing our fingers hoping and/or planning for that oops. What if something was wrong? Usually I’m a spaz and his job is to tell me I’m overreacting. Except this time he agreed I was right. I called my OB – time to get the netherlands checked.
Stay tuned – this story is just beginning.