I've been a little absent from my blog lately. I have good reasons, mainly just because I haven't taken the time to write on it. It's been a crazy past few weeks.
A quick history: For the past few months, I've had spells where I've been nauseated, tired, and just had a huge loss of appetite, among other problems. I dropped 7 pounds in about 10 days, and trust me, I didn't have 7 pounds to lose in the first place. I took Nexium per my doctor because she thought I had GERD. Well, even on the Nexium, I still had symptoms a few weeks later. Over Thanksgiving, I quit taking it, thinking it wasn't helping and that I didn't want to be sick over the long weekend while my family visited. My symptoms went away a few days later. However, I didn't gain any weight back. I was referred to a nutritionist who set me up with an eating plan to help me gain weight the healthy way. Then, last week, I got a call from the phone nurse at my doctor's office and she informed me that my nutritionist called my doctor and thinks I may have something called Celiac Sprue. (Basically, that means that my body doesn't absorb the nutrients in my food like it should and if it goes untreated, I could end up with serious problems with my intestines. Celiac is also associated with gluten allergies.) So, now I need to go in and do a bunch of lab tests to see if in fact I have celiac. I haven't been able to put on any weight lately either.
Aside from my health issues, AF hit pretty hard yesterday. I had major doubling-over painful cramping. It's amazing I made it through work. Today they're not as bad, but I still have pain every once in awhile.
On to other news....work has been interesting. I'm so ready to quit there, but I guess I'm just waiting for a good legitimate reason. We really could use the extra money to help pay off my student loans, but I'm just getting sick of stuff there. It seems like there's so much drama and so many stupid new things that they want us to do, despite the strong opposition to the changes. We're peons though - we don't have a voice when it comes to changes that affect us.
The holiday season is upon us, and once again, I will be spending it alone. Granted, I am going to a friends' home for Christmas dinner, but Christmas morning there won't be any gift opening at my house (aside from the few items I'll probably get the dogs). There won't be any snuggling on the couch while watching the parades or football. Christmas movies will be enjoyed solely by me. In this time of family get-togethers and joy and laughter, I'll be home making pies and dreading going to work the following day. How depressing. You would think that I'd be used to it, but in the past, I've at least had some family around. Well, not this year. My husband is away, and my family is going to see other relatives. Not that I'd want them coming up to my house, but not having anyone home with me makes me realize how much I love having people home. I guess I'm just really missing my husband. I never really like to admit how much I really do love having him around picking on me or just being there period.
Okay, so that whole thing turned pretty depressing. I'm going to go do something a little more upbeat now, I think.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
21.43%
That's the percentage of pregnancy possibility that DH and I have had since we started trying to have a baby in March of 2007. Out of 14 cycles, only 21.43% chance of actually getting pregnant. No wonder we haven't gotten a BFP yet. Here's how I came to that conclusion:
We have been TTC for 14 cycles. (100%).
Of that, I have only ovulated for 6 of those cycles. (6/14 = ~42.86%)
Of those 6 ovulatory cycles, we've had good timing on 3 of those (3/6 x 42.86% = ~21.43%).
What sucky odds. A normal healthy couple will typically conceive within their first year of trying. Not us. We're both healthy, yet our first year resulted in less than 20% of getting knocked up. Most people only face a 20% chance every month of getting those two pink lines. DH and I, well, we faced 20% chance of pregnancy in a year's time, instead of a month's time. How crappy.
Maybe 2009 will have better results for us. I'm sure praying they will.
We have been TTC for 14 cycles. (100%).
Of that, I have only ovulated for 6 of those cycles. (6/14 = ~42.86%)
Of those 6 ovulatory cycles, we've had good timing on 3 of those (3/6 x 42.86% = ~21.43%).
What sucky odds. A normal healthy couple will typically conceive within their first year of trying. Not us. We're both healthy, yet our first year resulted in less than 20% of getting knocked up. Most people only face a 20% chance every month of getting those two pink lines. DH and I, well, we faced 20% chance of pregnancy in a year's time, instead of a month's time. How crappy.
Maybe 2009 will have better results for us. I'm sure praying they will.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Thoughts... (poss. TRIGS)
So the Nexium is doing some amazing work, and I've only felt nauseous twice since taking it - once after chasing my Nexium with my PNV, and tonight - when I think I took it a little too late and the smell of dinner just wasn't helping. I have to go back in a few weeks for a follow-up with the doctor, and I'm going to ask her if this is something that I'm going to be on for the rest of my life or if possibly this is something that I could "'grow out of," sotospeak. I'm hoping for the latter, although I'm sure that with my family history (it apparently is prevalent on both my dad's and mom's sides), it's going to be something that I will need to deal with the rest of my life. On a good note though, I talked to my OB/GYN and he said that it's perfectly fine to take while TTC! Yippee!! He actually told me that it's a Class B medication and they prescribe it all the time for OB patients with GERD. It's safe, and that's something I was hoping I'd hear. I didn't want to get used to it and have it work for me then find out that it's not baby-safe.
As far as other news...
My hubby is still gone, and we're back to another military-induced period of abstinence (basically, no TTC). By now you'd think I'd be used to it [this is the third time we've been apart since we decided to start trying to have a baby]. There are days when I honestly think that 14 months really isn't that bad, all things considered. And then I have days when I just wish he would be home around my O date so it wouldn't be another month down the drain. I swear...TTC while in the military is so incredibly hard when you're apart more than you're together! At least I can be thankful that I have a wonderful OB/GYN doctor who knows my situation and is more than willing to help in whatever way he can. Makes those hard days seem a little easier.
Completely changing topics...I just have to blog a little about stuff pertaining to my job. I work in an OB/GYN office. Every day I see women of all ages coming in with their big preggo bellies. I get to see girls younger than me pregnant with their first. I get to see teenagers coming in wanting pregnancy tests only to find out a few hours later that their biggest nightmare has come true. I have to deal with 45+ year old women that think that they're current family just isn't quite enough and they think they should be able to have another baby. I have to see the tears stream down a mom-to-be's face after learning that her babies may not make it. I love to watch the new parents with their little baby who was born just a few weeks before. I have to listen to women complain about the discomfort they're in during the last few months of their pregnancy. I get to experience the joy and shock that a woman feels when she finds out she is pregnant with multiples - without using fertility drugs. I laugh with them over things. I connect with them to the point where if I see them on the street, I could go talk to them, and not even think twice. [I don't do this however. It'd be against the rules of my job.] It doesn't bother me to see/deal with all of these things [except for the near peri-menopausal women trying to get pregnant]. Why? That's a darned good question.
So many of the women I know that are TTC have issues going to baby showers for friends because of the big belly and the baby talk that is always prevalent. They don't like to read or hear about everyone else's pregnancies or even listen to their complaints about sleepless nights or aching backs. Since they themselves have not experienced the joys of motherhood, they can't seem to bring themselves to share in the joy of another woman's journey either. It doesn't make sense to me. I don't know. Maybe I'm just too nice and don't let things get to me that often. Personally, I love hearing about pregnancies and even going to baby showers! I love the fact that I can go shopping for something for one of my friends' babies. I don't mind hearing about their issues. It just doesn't bug me.
Maybe I'm just strange.
Then again...maybe I'm just who I should be.
As far as other news...
My hubby is still gone, and we're back to another military-induced period of abstinence (basically, no TTC). By now you'd think I'd be used to it [this is the third time we've been apart since we decided to start trying to have a baby]. There are days when I honestly think that 14 months really isn't that bad, all things considered. And then I have days when I just wish he would be home around my O date so it wouldn't be another month down the drain. I swear...TTC while in the military is so incredibly hard when you're apart more than you're together! At least I can be thankful that I have a wonderful OB/GYN doctor who knows my situation and is more than willing to help in whatever way he can. Makes those hard days seem a little easier.
Completely changing topics...I just have to blog a little about stuff pertaining to my job. I work in an OB/GYN office. Every day I see women of all ages coming in with their big preggo bellies. I get to see girls younger than me pregnant with their first. I get to see teenagers coming in wanting pregnancy tests only to find out a few hours later that their biggest nightmare has come true. I have to deal with 45+ year old women that think that they're current family just isn't quite enough and they think they should be able to have another baby. I have to see the tears stream down a mom-to-be's face after learning that her babies may not make it. I love to watch the new parents with their little baby who was born just a few weeks before. I have to listen to women complain about the discomfort they're in during the last few months of their pregnancy. I get to experience the joy and shock that a woman feels when she finds out she is pregnant with multiples - without using fertility drugs. I laugh with them over things. I connect with them to the point where if I see them on the street, I could go talk to them, and not even think twice. [I don't do this however. It'd be against the rules of my job.] It doesn't bother me to see/deal with all of these things [except for the near peri-menopausal women trying to get pregnant]. Why? That's a darned good question.
So many of the women I know that are TTC have issues going to baby showers for friends because of the big belly and the baby talk that is always prevalent. They don't like to read or hear about everyone else's pregnancies or even listen to their complaints about sleepless nights or aching backs. Since they themselves have not experienced the joys of motherhood, they can't seem to bring themselves to share in the joy of another woman's journey either. It doesn't make sense to me. I don't know. Maybe I'm just too nice and don't let things get to me that often. Personally, I love hearing about pregnancies and even going to baby showers! I love the fact that I can go shopping for something for one of my friends' babies. I don't mind hearing about their issues. It just doesn't bug me.
Maybe I'm just strange.
Then again...maybe I'm just who I should be.
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