My last IUI…

…is tomorrow. Yes, I’m actually ovulating, and although it took about three weeks to get there, I’m happy that the day is finally here. It is only one egg, in the end. There was a second one, it grew to 15 mm..and stopped. I went into the fertility office four days in a row last week for both the blood test and the ultrasound. In the end, they even gave me an extra day to see if the second one would cook anymore. It didn’t. So one it is. And I mean, really? Three weeks of daily shots and my body produces one freakin’ egg? Last time I had three! At the time of triggering, my one follie grew to 18 mm, and the doctor seemed pleased with that. So we’ll see.

One thing I am not going to do in this TWW is get excited, based on “symptoms”. There are no symptoms from this – what I’ll feel the first 10 days is nothing but my progesterone cream talking. And I will not temp, not even once, because as I now know, Crinone raises your temps, too. And lastly, as I found out the hard way, you don’t get your period while you’re still taking Crinone. So when 14 DPO comes around and I’m wondering where my period is – it’s not coming! I will be relying on the pregnancy test and the blood test 17 DPO to tell me the truth.

And not that I’m being pessimistic or anything….but I’ve started planning for the next cycle. The next cycle being my first IVF cycle. I’ve signed up for the class I need to take, which actually occurs during the TWW, when I won’t even know if I’m pregnant or not, but no matter. And I’ve made an appointment in mid-September to meet with the doctor and get the ball rolling. I do not know at this point whether I’d need to wait another month after that appointment, since my period will have already come and mostly gone by then, and it might be too late to start shots, but we’ll see. Hopefully it will work out to begin in September, but I suppose I could say, what’s another month?

I am still a bit scared about IVF. However, I met with a nurse at some point last week, who took a look a my growing follie among the 40+ others hanging out in there, and she declared that I have “young, super-ovaries” and I “really should do IVF”. I agree! Everything looks good in there, and I know I’ll make lots of eggs. I just need to bite the bullet and do it. And I will.

But one step at a time.

Meanwhile, I will focus on school. Our meetings start up next week, and the kids come in the second half of my TWW. I spent all last week setting up the room, and it has taken my mind off of things. It’s looking good, too! Check out my new teaching blog here to see before and after pictures of my classroom. 🙂

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10DPIUI is the worst day of the TWW.

I know I’m crazy. Being 10dpiui does that to a person.

I must not be alone on this one, because one of my most viewed posts to this day, was 10DPO, and I’ve gone mad! There must be others out there who think this day just totally sucks. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that in my opinion, 10 days into the TWW is the worst day of the whole TWW. You see, at 10 days past, it’s likely too early to test. Yet, you’re getting so close to finding out one way or the other that you start Googling with excitement. Doing this for a few minutes helps you realize that there are some women out there who have, in fact, gotten a BFP on 10DPO. You wonder, could this happen to me, too? Is it worth trying? Then you keep Googling and find more and more people who have gotten their period and you get pissed you wasted that much time at the computer…

Maybe this is just my story. No, there’s no chance in hell I’d test today, for multiple reasons. #1 – BFN’s are sad, and they piss me off. I don’t want to see one unless I absolutely have to. #2 – I’m still taking progesterone, and who knows if the trigger shot is still in my system. The only thing worse than a BFN is a false BFP. That would be beyond devastating. And there’s really no way to know when it’s out of your system, unless you test from 1DPO, which I didn’t do. #3 – this has happened to me a few times now: I test, get a BFN, and then my period shows up within hours. “I should have waited” is what flows through my mind.

So I’m not testing. Yet, like I said before, I’ve hit double digits in the TWW. Game’s on, now. I know I’m nearing the end, and all of a sudden, I’m feeling a bit cray-cray. I was mentally steady up until this point, even thinking about next cycle with some optimism and focusing on my new Paleo 30-Day challenge. I was not thinking about the TWW, and when I did, I reminded myself we used frozen sperm, the count was low, there was nothing extra to “help out”…it’s so likely to be a “no”. Then, I woke up this morning with mild cramps and sore bb’s – a sure sign of my period. I know that feeling. It feels like AF. Except here’s the thing: it’s too early for that. The last few cycles, I have spotted around today or tomorrow (10 or 11 dpiui) but with no cramps. Then, the day AF shows up, that’s when I’m crampy. I would be extremely surprised if AF showed up today. Either way, the cramps were very mild and have now gone away, and nothing has happened. But it’s too early to test.

Like I said, the crappiest day of the TWW is day 10. That said, 11dpiui isn’t so wonderful either. Still too early to test. So, what, am I supposed to just ignore what my body is doing, either with pregnancy or my period, and pretend like it’s not happening? I guess so. It’s the final stretch but I have no control over anything. I just have to wait and see what happens.

This was my first injectable cycle, as well, and my first time using Ovidrel and Crinone. I don’t know what side effects I should be watching out for. I can say that my stomach has been a mess for weeks now, even a few days before the IUI. I don’t know what it was, but eventually it just went away. Then, since starting the Paleo diet challenge, back come the health issues. Not the autoimmune ones – those are nowhere in sight – but the chills, increased body temp (aka Paleo fever), stomach pains. Today, I can add slight headache (which I NEVER get) and occasional dizziness to the list. (Though – for those of you going Paleo or something like it – I feel better today, Day 4 of the challenge. Those stomach pains? Hunger. Just eat often and don’t worry about having an extra banana or sweet potato to settle the stomach!)

But it’s likely nothing to do with a pregnancy. Instead, I’m either fighting off a bug (that’s happened in my TWW before), or these are side effects of the Crinone (anyone know?), or most likely of all, it’s low blood sugar as my body adjusts to this crazy diet. Why did I pick the second week of the TWW to start a brand new diet? My body doesn’t know which way is up.

I’ve been so stable and calm for a while now, the whole month of July. All of a sudden I wake up this morning and I feel like I’m going to jump out a window. I. hate. waiting.

 

8DPIUI, and Paleo Challenge Day 2

I’m writing about food again. Perhaps it’s true that this Whole 30 challenge is taking over my brain, but what’s more – it’s pushing away the fact that I am in the second half of the TWW now…I’ll have some sort of answer to this cycle by the weekend, I would imagine. I am not feeling positive, so those feelings are being replaced by…the Paleo diet.

I am relatively new to the Paleo diet, and I’m very new to the Whole 30 challenge, so that’s why I’m still talking about it. I want to share a few of my observations, but I promise this won’t be my new blog topic. It seems like a lot of you out there have tried certain aspects of Paleo, like going gluten-free, or dairy-free, or even grain-free, and I also know some of you have sensitive stomachs. This is also me, so in documenting going Paleo for the first time, perhaps a few of you will be inspired!

Going back to the sensitive stomach thing – I have always had the weakest stomach. If I’m stressed, nervous, excited, worried, too hungry, too full, or plain-old sick, it always affects my stomach. Every time. And therefore it shouldn’t have been a big surprise to me, in college, to be diagnosed with IBS. It also wasn’t a huge deal in my mind when I learned I can’t eat an apple on an empty stomach, I can’t eat onions (especially raw), certain tomato sauces caused problems too. I couldn’t have too much dairy, such as a glass of milk and a piece of ice cream cake at the same time (I give that example because that was just BAD). I can’t have blue cheese – devastating consequences (A – you remember that time, in Florence, Italy, running through the streets trying to find a bathroom…of course you do!). Etc, etc, etc. You get the point. All of these limits on my diet were around for a very long time, many years, before my autoimmune issues showed up. The hives, that are only worse with certain foods at certain times of day. The thyroid, which, over time, has proven itself to be a hot mess, with a sky-rocketing TSH level, after I eat carbs and sweets.

For me, Paleo seems like a logical option. I believe it is. But I know thinking about it kind of overwhelms people, as it did me. It still does, once in a while. But if you have any of my stomach problems, it might just be the best thing you’ve ever done. If you aren’t ready to go cold-turkey, then take out one food group at a time. If you are ready to go the whole way, but you’re not sure how long you can do it for (that’s me), do the Whole 30 challenge! It’s only 30 days! That’s what I keep reminding myself…

The biggest obstacle holding me back, before I started the challenge, was that I was afraid I wouldn’t be eating anything but eggs, grilled chicken and salad. I’d be bored and craving my gluten-free bread. But it’s just not the case! I have only done 1 day of this challenge, plus breakfast this morning, and every meal so far has been tasty and filling. Here’s the proof:

This was yesterday’s breakfast. The eggs had red pepper and spinach in them. I also am showing my tea because I have a question for you all – this is Tazo’s passion tea. On this 30 day challenge, you can’t have any sweeteners. So I had that tea plain…and it was sour and gross. Any teas out there that you think are sweet enough that they might not have to have sugar? I’ll take recommendations.

This was lunch. I just discovered snap peas – they are amazing! Normally, you can’t have peas on the Paleo diet, which is fine by me because they are gross. But with the pod, you can have them, and the pod is sweet and crunchy. We cooked up some salmon and I thawed some shrimp, and this was totally filling.

This was dinner last night – beef kabobs on the grill, sweet potato “fries”, and a salad, complete with homemade creamy Italian dressing. Delish! In addition to those three meals, I did have a few snacks. An apple with almond butter and a little ground turkey lettuce wrap, with tiny lettuce leaves from our garden, as well as a banana, and watermelon and frozen grapes for dessert. I may have gone a little overboard on fruit yesterday, but..oh well.

Finally, this was this morning’s breakfast:

This was an omelet FAIL. I still suck at cooking. I think I put too much inside it, and it wouldn’t even fold over. Anyway, it’s got ground turkey, red peppers, a few little tomato chunks, and avocado, and it was also delicious. And filling. After one day, I have already noticed a dramatic decrease in bloating, and I have more energy and am full for many more hours, without a sugar crash.

As you can tell, I’m loving this so far. But I have to give credit where it is due, because I’ve previously browsed plenty of Paleo websites before without much inspiration. These two women have the best blogs with the best recipes. It doesn’t hurt that they are both very funny and great writers to boot.

Mel from theclothesmakethegirl has her own cookbook out, Well Fed. I got it in the mail; it is my new bible. The salad dressing and the seasonings for the meats have come from there, so far. I want to try every recipe in that book, and let’s remember – cooking is not something I do. Well, did.

Michelle from Nom Nom Paleo has the other best blog out there, in my opinion. Unfortunately, I don’t have an iPad, but if I did, I’d be getting her recipe app. I love the recipe ideas she gives, as well as the step-by-step picture instructions.

I feel like I’m trying to sell something, which is annoying, I’m sure. I guess I’m just super excited about eating healthy, as long as the food is tasty and filling. And it is. If you think I’m crazy, just pick one recipe from either of these women, try it tonight, and tell me it’s not delicious!

It doesn’t have to be all or nothing – it can be just one meal a day. But if you think you might want to try it for 30 days, I have two pieces of advice that I have already learned:

1) Make extra. Cook a LOT more than you think you’d want for one meal, because having leftovers is KEY to less cooking and less stress. Those beef tips we had last night? There was enough leftover for lunch today for my husband and I. The ground turkey I threw in my omelet will also cover multiple dinners this week. I cut up enough veggies yesterday to make it through most of the week. Can’t think of what to have for breakfast or lunch? Just have leftovers.

2) Sunday prep day. I didn’t have much to do yesterday, so I took a few hours out of my day (which, hopefully as I get better at cooking, decreases in time) and did as much prep for this week’s meals as I could. Like I said, I cut up a ton of veggies to be used in meals and also in snacks. I cooked up a ton of ground turkey, and my husband grilled chicken thighs. I made 10 hard-boiled eggs. I steamed multiple vegetables and put them in the fridge to be used later this week in dinners, such as green beans, broccoli, and eggplant. I cut up a watermelon, sliced tomatoes, etc. I couldn’t do everything yesterday, such as make tonight’s spaghetti squash “noodles”, but it definitely took away hours of cooking time. And since it was the middle of the afternoon, I wasn’t dying of hunger, I took my time, and it wasn’t stressful in the slightest. My issue now is that my fridge is filled to the brim, and I’ve run out of storage containers.

Well, if you’ve made it this far, you might be intrigued! I don’t know if I’ll still feel this pumped in 29 days, but here’s hoping. I highly recommend just trying a Paleo dinner from one of those blogs, or jumping in head-first into the Whole 30 challenge, starting worldwide by its creators on August 1st.

So far, this seems totally doable.

7 DPO, and 7 random facts

After a week-long hiatus, I’m back. I wonder if you guys go through the same type of cycles (no, not those cycles) that I go through – a few months ago, in obsession mode, I would blog multiple times a week. I just wanted to keep talking about getting pregnant, again and again. Now, after some disappointment, I find myself having little desire to post, not because of all of you, but because, honestly, what is there to say? However, I do enjoy blogging, and I enjoy keeping up with all of you as well, so an update once a week is the least I could do.

My update is rather boring. I am 7 DPO, “enjoying” life in the TWW. Everything’s going along as planned, as of now, but it’s so early. Here’s my chart:

Looking at the date at the top of that chart makes me laugh with frustration. I cannot stand how long my cycles are, because of the stair-stepping. I understand that in order for me to ovulate, I have to take Clomid twice in one cycle. But those first 30 days are just unfair. If this cycle is a bust, I am absolutely calling my RE and asking if there’s anything else that can be done with Clomid so my cycles aren’t this long.

But I try not to focus on that part right now, because I am in the TWW, and grateful to be so. I am temping again, everyday, because I am curious to see what my temp does. I’d love a huge drop in temp, like, tomorrow, only to have it rise again the next day. That would be pretty telling, I think.

This cycle has been the first time ever that I have gone all of these 49 days rarely thinking about all of this. I successfully have put my thoughts elsewhere, and only really consider TTC or ovulation a few times a day, rather than a few times an hour. It’s a big improvement. I’m not sure why this happened, exactly, but I think it has something to do with me not feeling like blogging. When I blog, it’s on my mind.

The interesting thing is, this TWW has been very mentally relaxing for me, like I said. I’m really not thinking about it. True to my word, there has been no Googling, and I’m just ignoring the few “symptoms” that I have, knowing they are simply from the progesterone. I’m really fine.

But then it dawned on me this morning – secretly, in the back of my mind, I have been telling myself that maybe, if I don’t think about the TWW and I chill out, maybe I’ll be rewarded with a BFP. Because that would play out like a fairytale. Don’t think about it, and then your wishes come true. We all know that no matter how you handle the TWW in your brain (and now I’ve been on both sides of that coin), it has absolutely no effect on what the turnout will be! My body already knows if I’m pregnant or not, and I just have to wait it out. So..really, not thinking about it isn’t putting me any closer to a BFP, but it might be saving my sanity just a little bit.

And so there are other things on my mind. This past week at school was very busy. We had two field trips, with yesterday’s being one of those good, long ones on the coach buses, and we left school very early and arrived back very late. It was a good time. I dragged N along (not really dragged; he enjoys it) as a chaperone and he took a little group of 4 of my boys. He’s great with them, which I already knew.

On the way home (a 2.5 hour bus ride), I sat with various students up and down the bus, just to check on things and talk about their day. In the back of the bus, my girls were hyped up on sugar (parents give them gift shop money…and they buy candy) and happy and bouncy. I stayed with them for a few minutes. The two chaperones back there each commented on my “way” with the kids, with a father asking me if I had my own and that the kids love me, and a mother commenting that I’m a natural with kids. Then, one of the girls spilled soda all over the bus floor – haha. Never a dull moment.

Making my way up the bus, I sat with a few more girls, and a few boys. Gimping (remember gimp?) is all the rage in my class right now for some reason, and I have to admit, it does help pass the time. So I was taught to gimp yesterday, and did so while talking with the kids. I commented to a few kids how I do tend to be sad at the end of a good school year, but proud all at the same time. It’s not every year I get students that I might wish to call my own children, that I wouldn’t mind watching grow up to be productive members of society. But this year, I do have those students. I hope to go to their high school graduation, someday. A boy asked me if I thought my students were my children, since I didn’t have any of my own. I realized he was exactly right. The whole reason I get attached to my students sometimes is because they are filling this huge void. A huge void. And it takes a couple of awesome kids, leaving my room and going on to another school next year, to remind me just how big the hole is. I want children. I want children who turn out to be like these children; kind, respectful, giving, funny – and all while going through the perils of being eleven years old. I bring N on field trips, and he enjoys himself too, because he also has this void. We love kids. We are good with them. We like to be around them. It’s frankly a bit sad, and in the pathetic way, that I do use my students like this, emotionally, to help me through my days without kids. They are my children, right now, and I treat them as such. Makes the end of June a lot harder for me, but it saves me from September up until then. It doesn’t mean they don’t drive me crazy, often, and we are still barreling through our lessons. But overall, it’s been a very good year with this class, and I will definitely miss them.

Moving on – the Paleo diet is waning. I realized that when I was doing full Paleo, and my snacks were consisting of full bell peppers and endless amounts of nuts, my stomach wasn’t happy with me, at all. Then, after being frustrated at the end of the week about how little I could eat, I’d splurge on something – say, Mexican food, and eat until I thought I might die. (Sidebar – both last time in the TWW and this time, I have noticed my appetite increase about a thousand-fold. Just me?) That’s not good either. So, a few days ago I went out and bought a couple of things, just to make my diet tolerable. I bought cheese, gluten-free pasta, rice cereal..that sort of thing. As long as my health is in order, I really don’t need to be on any particular diet. I just need to not eat what bothers me, and what bothers me is too much dairy, sugar, too much fruit, gluten, and corn (ish…this one is hard to let go because it replaces so many floury things). I still will eat a lot of veggies and meat, but the nuts are hurting my stomach and I simply need other options. I’m good with that. Now, I haven’t lost any weight because of all this garbage I’ve been eating the last few days…and I’m not exercising. For no good reason besides pure laziness.

Finally, thefamilyvan was kind enough to send me The Lovely Blog Award a week ago, which I’ve been very behind on answering. I appreciate the gesture! Here’s how it works:

1. Share who gave you this award to you with a link back to their blog
2. Write down 7 random facts about yourself.
3. Give this award to 15 other bloggers. It’s going to take me a little bit of time to find out which blogs I follow haven’t already done this, so when I find you, I will comment on your blog!
4. Let them know they’ve won
5. Pop the award on your blog (Did I miss this? Where is it?)

Hmm…7 random facts about myself:

1) I LOVE marshmallow (back when I was allowed to eat it). I could eat a whole jar of fluff with a spoon, and when I got ice cream sundaes, instead of hot fudge which would keep me up all night, I’d have marshmallow topping. Yum.

2) Whale-watching is my favorite thing to do on the Cape. I’ve been on 3 or 4 whale watches in my life,with the best one occurring when I was probably about 13 or so. This humpback whale stopped to play right under the boat, so the boat sat there for a good half hour, not moving, while this whale swam back and forth underneath us. At one point, I ran to the back of the boat, where no one else was, and looked over the edge, staring at the whale’s back. I was so close I could’ve reached out and touched it, and it was covered with scratches and bumps from a life in the ocean. After that experience I was hooked on whales. They are very cool, prehistoric animals.

3) I’ve known I wanted to be an elementary school teacher as far back as I can remember. I do recall having my own little chalkboard and playing teacher, and then relished every time my mother (a high school teacher) allowed me to help correct her papers with the red pen, or even better, put stickers on something. At the time, I thought the best part of being a teacher would be correcting papers, getting to use any color marker you wanted, putting on stickers every single time, and passing them back. Ha.

4) I was born a Yankees fan, because my father is a huge Yankees fan, and both of my parents grew up in Yankee territory. Our state is unique – it’s split about half and half, Red Sox and Yankees. One time, in junior high, there was a play-off Yankee game on, but I couldn’t stay up that late to watch it. My dad promised that if the Yankees won that night, he would leave me his good Yankee hat for me to wear to school, which he had never done before. The next morning, I came down the stairs and the hat was sitting there, with a sign taped to the door that said, “Theeeeee Yankees win! Wear the hat with pride!” And I did. Now, I’ve married a die-hard Red Sox fan, with his entire family behind him, and these days, the passion of liking the Yankees isn’t there like it used to be. I have a feeling our children will be Red Sox children. That said, I did wear my Yankees hat yesterday on the field trip, and N wore his Red Sox hat. It brought up a lot of baseball conversations with the kids.

5) (Back to sugar again – can you tell I miss it?) Prior to no longer eating sugar, I was known, quite famously in my family, as a sugar-aholic. My aunts still remind me (not like I’ve forgotten) how our gatherings would go when I was in elementary school: “Mom, is it dessert time yet? Mom? Mommy? Can I have this – and this and this? Mom, how much can I have? Mom, can I have more?” Seriously, this was what I did. I’d sneak to the dessert table and consume some before dessert even started and no one noticed. We had ice cream every night in my house after dinner – and not a while after dinner, as my husband would prefer. No, as soon as the last bite of the meal was down our throats (see, it wasn’t just me), we’d be up spooning ice cream into bowls. My mother had to inflict an “every other night” rule when I was little. Also, a “two-cookies-is-enough” Oreo rule after school.

6) I had my first boyfriend in the sixth grade. I had known him ever since first grade, and he was one of the smartest in my class. (I always said – I picked all the smartest kids to be my friends. Unfortunately, I was the dumbest one amongst us). We “dated” that year, quite publicly – I believe even the teachers knew, and no one tried to stop us. “Dating”, of course, consisted of us calling each other on the phone every other night (thanks, Mom), from 7:00-7:30. During those calls, we talked about the Yankees (also a big fan) and Jurassic Park. I broke up with him in 7th grade, as soon as I laid my eyes on N, but luckily, he and I, and N, continued to stay friends, and he was one of the groomsmen in our wedding. He is now a doctor and we see him whenever he’s in town.

7) I played the part of Maria in West Side Story (only in the final song, though) in our massive 180-strong chorus production my junior year of high school. It was my shining moment, along with, as a senior, singing the national anthem at my graduation with a few others. Chorus was my life in high school, and I got my 15 minutes of fame back then. Now, I desperately miss big productions like that, and really wish to find a chorus for 27-year olds who wish to be 20 again.

Phew! Long post. That’s what happens when I wait a whole week. Thanks for all of your supporting comments regarding my IUI, much appreciated! Next time I post – I’ll probably have news. Let’s hope it’s something good.

Turkey Basting

Well, it’s official:

I’ve been inseminated.

So romantic, right? Actually, it is. Having sperm and egg meet up and create a life is damn romantic, so I do not care how I get to that point.

Frankly, I was elated to get here. Today is CD 42, or I suppose, CD 21. I got a smiley face last night on my OPK, and I had a feeling I would, because as always, I get some crazy cramping going on and it’s very uncomfortable.

This morning we went in for my first IUI (thank goodness it’s Saturday – so much easier not to have to take time off work), N did his thing. They told us later that they wanted somewhere between 5-10 million in the sperm count. N’s count? 130 million. Yup, I’ll take that. The nurse said if we were to keep that piece of paper saying that, we should hang it up on the fridge. The highest count she’s seen in a while. There were other stats too, and he was way ahead of them all. I just couldn’t stop thinking about 130 million. That’s a lot of swimmers. Granted, that was the total count, but still. I think there were 47 million post wash, or whatever. That’s a lot.

Then, we went out to breakfast, did a little shopping (love me some Charming Charlie) and went back for my turn. After adjusting the catheter just a bit, we were good to go. Turkey basting commenced. No leakage or spotting after, either.

We’re going to give it a go tonight and tomorrow anyway, just in case. In fact, the nurse did an ultrasound first, saw my follicle, and then saw another one, pretty decent sized. She said, “It’s only an additional 10% chance, but would you guys be okay with twins?” Yes, yes we would.

So I’m in the TWW. And this time, I’m doing things differently. This whole cycle has been different – I have only temped on and off, and mentally I have not really been thinking about it – not like I usually do. I will not Google a damn thing, I swear. And if I do – you have every right to yell at me. I’ll listen to the second half of my Circle and Bloom tapes, because I’ve been stuck on CD 13 for oh, about 30 days. I stopped listening to it.

I’m not saying it’s definitely going to work. But it’s my third chance, and damn, it would be amazing if it took. I’ll keep you posted.

Where is my egg??

Ugh. This build-up to ovulation thing is exhausting. (So much for Thankful Thursday.)

I haven’t got much to say, because there’s only one thing on my mind: ovulation.

It’s CD 22. One day past three weeks from my last period. Last cycle, on CD 22, I got my first smiley face. On CD 23 the same happened, and on CD 24, I ovulated. This cycle, the last week or so has been exactly like last cycle. My temps have been exactly the same, to the day, that they were last cycle, including this morning. However, there are a few things that haven’t happened yet:

I did not get a smiley face today, and I was really hoping for one. I have not had cramps on one side of me, like I did last time, to let me know that it was my left side releasing the egg. Nothing. My CM is not quite egg-white (sorry, TMI), and I was expecting it to be.

What the heck??

I’m not worrying about it too much, as I’m still banking on it happening in two days. I’ve been planning as such, and DH and I are in the middle of a marathon, gearing up for the home stretch. I’m making sure to cover all my timing bases, so to speak, and leaving no days around O time unturned! But if O doesn’t happen when I thought it would (ie, Saturday), I don’t know how much longer we will be able to continue without a break!

I actually look forward to the TWW, when I can say I did all I could, and got my timing down wonderfully. If those two things happen, I will be content for the next two weeks. And of course, trying to keep up the optimism, I’m still attempting the thought: “This will happen for me this cycle. Clomid is going to work.” I sure hope so. But where is my egg???

Come on, egg, let’s get this thing started.

Simplifying/organizing/de-cluttering: Help!

You guys are amazing! I’m still kind of in awe about this whole blogging thing – once you have established readers, they actually want to hear what you have to say and will comment on it. I mean, I get it, because I feel the same way about all the blogs I follow, but it’s so cool when it’s turned back to you! I did think this would happen eventually, but only for the topic of IF. Now that I feel more “established”, it’s clear that you’re not all going to stray when I write about something more random! That’s awesome. I always thought a successful blog has one topic in mind and that’s it. And I do, I guess. I mean I’ve basically only ever written about fertility, with some health/fitness stuff thrown in. But I do have other things on my mind. And during the TWW, they come front and center.

I will try not to dump these random thoughts on you more than once a week-ish. Fertility still comes first right now. However, it’ll give me the opportunity to blog more, which I would like to do.

Today’s non-IF thought actually ties with yesterday’s post: Simplifying/organizing/de-cluttering (my house, my life, etc.)

Here’s the question: When you go into a cleaning/organizing frenzy, and you want to start throwing away everything in sight, as well as rearranging furniture and generally changing it all up – is your husband on board?

I ask this for a reason. Yesterday, after my post, I kind of went into organizing mode. I straightened up a cabinet that was desperately overdue, and then I went to the bedroom. I hate our bedroom. It’s not at all a “master” bedroom. It’s small, with plastic drawers from college holding the clothes that don’t fit in the dresser. Our closet is tiny, so my husband’s shoes are all over the floor. (I’ve stolen both shoe racks..) It’s not cozy at all. My dogs sleep on the bed and there’s always fur on it, even when we constantly vacuum. I could go on and on. I started talking about how displeased I was with all of this. Now, my husband is displeased as well. In fact, he’s not too keen on the house in general, though it was the right deal when we bought it.

In his eyes, he doesn’t like so many things about the house, it’s not worth bothering to fix anything. In my eyes, we might as well fix the small things in the house we don’t like, since we can’t change the big things.

I made a comment about his nightstand in the bedroom – dusty, and covered with his crap (wallet, money, phone, and a million other little things). I told him I’d take care of it and clean it off so it looked better. His response was that he didn’t want to clean it up. “Otherwise,” he said, “where would I put my stuff?” Ahh! I know that he has never appreciated a clean house like I do, and he also hates to clean (it’s like pulling teeth). So I ended up spending a few hours in the bedroom yesterday afternoon cleaning up all of my stuff, but I left his alone. What good is a bedroom that’s half-clean? How do I convince him that organizing and de-cluttering feels so good?

Don’t get me wrong – my husband is amazing at so many things. He’s incredibly bright and knows every answer on Jeopardy, he’s a great cook who basically cooks every night for us, he’s hysterically funny, and very supportive of all this IF stuff. I can talk about it until I’m blue in the face, and he doesn’t mind. One thing he’s not good at – cleaning. And organizing. We can’t all be good at everything, I guess. But still.

How do you get your significant other to clean/organize/de-clutter??

 

Oh, and one more little question out there for the blogging world: What is ICLW? And how does it work? I saw that it was this week…

Thanks for reading, everyone! 🙂