Ch-ch-changes
You know this song “Turn and face the change, ch-ch-changes…” I have had this song stuck in my head for far too long. Lo told me this morning that it was time to get a new song after I had sung the same three lines once too many times. Here are the changes I have made this month:
- commenced acupuncutre with the wonderful wonderful wes
- given up soy milk – I love soy milk. It is the one hangover from my vegan days. I didn’t quite realise how detrimental to fertility it was, and with my restrictive diet it has been the one thing I can drink. But I have discovered I can drink cow milk. I am drinking organic full fat milk. (inspired by scary stories about low fat milk and that famous fertility diet study that showed that one serve of full fat dairy daily increased chances).
- cutting out all herbal teas except for the absolute safest ones.
- cervical monitoring with the spec-o-cam. (i.e. Lo, a speculum, a desk lamp anchored to our bedroom dresser and some KY jelly a.k.a. how not to start a night of hot lovin’)
- use of OPKs to second-guess when the clinic will detect my LH surge
- reading The New Essential Guide to Lesbian Conception, Pregnancy and Birth for the trillionth time
- Lo and I are starting each day with an early morning walk. It’s so great to get the light behind our eyes, and with spring here it’s such beautiful early light, and troops of kangaroos bound right past us (I must post a photo). It’s also so good to get a chance to connect first.
- I have been mixing up my routine at the gym. I have cut out the high-impact classes that seemed to trigger the bleeding (which has now stopped), but am trying to do more yoga, cycling classes and swimming.
- I bought a meditation cd. I couldn’t find one especially for conception, but I figure any meditation will be so useful right now.
- I finally realised why our temparature tracking had been so hard. We couldn’t find a basal themometer when we started, after checking every chemist and getting blank stares when we asked the staff, so we just bought a normal digital one. It took about five minutes to get a reading. And even then it wasn’t that accurate. Now, I have found this new massive chemist warehouse, and discover that there is such a thing as the basal themometer. I bought one and am noticing the difference. Better late than never.
- Trusting intuition a bit more and feeling more empowered to have some ownership of the process.
- Realising that intuition can be trumped by science.
I thought that I would be surging today. I thought that our insem would be tomorrow. The delays in this cycle (which, thanks to Stephanie, I attribute to the full moon) have made life ultra complicated. Lo had a business trip interstate planned for tomorrow. I had a training course I was meant to be doing. So confident was I in the fact that we would inseminate tomorrow CD20 (after we didn’t insemiate on CD18 or 19 as I had thought), I cancelled my training course and organised to take the day off work (I used a complicated rouse about having an appointment with a specialist for a medical procedure that would require a day off – which I had been on the waitlist for a long time and the appointment had just come up thanks to a cancellation) which is all practically true. And then, my 3pm call from Buffy tells me that I am not surging. So, therefore there won’t be an insem tomorrow. So then, I had to explain that I would indeed be at work tomorrow (try explaining that one), and Lo proceeded on her business trip (she’s back tomorrow). Wes continues to stand by ready to do acupuncture once I have insemination times lined up. So now, I am home alone, trying to negotiate the spec-o-cam singlehandedly and monitoring all signs. Friday’s going to be really bad day to take off work as it’s my big boss’ final day after a long time of working together, so I really need to be there. And Saturday, in my voluntary capacity, I am running a training course all day, training volunteers who facilitate coming out groups for GLBT. Part of me feels like if we’re going to have time for a baby, we need to have time for making the baby, but life does go on. It’s so frustrating not having any indication in advance of timing, particularly as a lot depends on Dr Y&F’s availability, so there’s very little flexibility from our end, and this mega-cycle has really thrown my diary out of whack.
