I am not sure about everyone else but these days it just feels we live so isolated from each other. Kids don’t play out in the street like they used to for fear of being hit by a car; or worse being kidnapped. The second one is for me my fear which is crazy really because I don’t think childnapping has increased more or less over the years but we seem to be so much more aware of it. People also don’t really talk like we used to. We drive into our homes and we enter our homes so for many of us we don’t really know our neighbours. We might wave in the car as we pass but no one really talks.
Consequently the whole concept of a village disappears. We rely on each other and when we don’t have family close by it can get quite difficult. We haven’t started kinder or school yet so I don’t really know a lot of other mums in my area and my best friends live at a minimum 35 minutes away so it is also hard to call on someone when you need them.
Chippie loves a chat. Don’t get me wrong I do to but I am not as approachable as he is. Over the past 12 months of building our house he was outside every weekend so he has met nearly everyone in the street and he always says hello. I am crediting him with building a little community in our street. We have the lovely Connie down the road who bought him coffee and afternoon tea every weekend when we were building. We have the neighbours across the road who came over for a drink when we finished and last weekend we had a BBQ with weekend neighbours who we met through Connie and have a little boy who is three weeks younger than Molly.
It feels good. It feels so nice and I wonder why we don’t try harder to build this sense of community and belonging. Why we feel we can’t talk anymore.
Last weekend I needed a baby sitter and I didn’t know who to ask. Enter Connie. Not only did she bring over soup and her amazing home made pasta sauce she watched Molly in our house. This has never happened we always have to go out of our way to get Molly babysat. We don’t usually mind but it made our life so much easier! Molly went to bed and we came home and she was there and there was none of this rushing around. Chippie walked her home. It was nice.
It has really highlighted how much I miss this and how sad I am that technology and lifestyle choices are changing the way we interact with each other and how important it is to maintain those human contact links. It is so nice to know that you have some people there that you can rely on but more importantly trust. When I was a kid growing up I spent more time playing next door or with the kids across the road than I did inside. We never watched TV unless it was raining. We talk a lot about what we miss as kids but somehow when it comes to our own parenting we are so scared about letting them do the things we did.
It is so sad how our lives have become so much more complicated than they used to be.
This weekend was a lovely reminder of how nice community is and how great it can be. I really have to thank Chippie for that and his fabulously welcoming personality. If it had of been me we wouldn’t know anyone and it is a pleasant reminder to get out there and immerse yourself in it and try to meet other people.
Today I am getting a bottle of wine as a thank you for the BBQ and a bunch of flowers to say thanks to Connie. Old school hospitality is never really old school! It’s just good manners.
Seems ole Katie Middleton has beaten me to the punch again.
Of course I was born a few years after her so I was too old for the Prince so she stole my lovely idea of attending his university to nab myself the heir.
And she got great legs.
Then she got married and reshaped the way brides dress (lace anyone)? Although I still stand that her eye makeup is way too much and needs a steadier hand.
Then she got pregnant.
Had the first born son and heir who is ridiculously gorgeous.
Now she is pregnant again with the perfect age gap.
Meanwhile. I have fat calves, pretty much no chance of ever getting pregnant again and wont ever give my husband a son.
However I am pretty damn happy with my prince and my eye make up is way better than hers.
Going to miss spending every moment with my two best mates.
I had a good weekend. Busy, productive, fun and spent with friends and family. Exactly what I needed.
I am still really hurting and struggling. Struggling to accept that this could be it. Hurting and a bit teary in odd moments.
A lot of you have said I am strong and I am. But I am also tired and a broke and weary of spending lots of money for not enough gain. I am so sad and feeling sorry for myself that I don’t get to be an urban legend or even an IVF fertile person. I just seem to be overall completely shit at this falling pregnant game. Even though the IUI was significantly cheaper than an IVF cycle with all the extra stuff I have to do to try and get my eggs in good shape I was still about $2.5k out of pocket. That’s a lot of coin. To be frank right now I feel really selfish as well and I hate spending that money with no result.
I have set up my FS appointment with Dr Cowboy and the week after I have kept my final opinion appointment with Dr Baby Lady. She is the last doctor who I think can help me with my more out of left field issues. My girlfriend who is pregnant with twins saw her as her last ditch effort and has an AMH of < 3 and ended up with 12 eggs, two embryos implanted and three (?) frozen. That was her best effort ever and I need to get some results like that. If I had gotten better egg results I wouldn’t feel so deflated. I do think the protocol was completely wrong for me. I will discuss that with my current doctor.
However for the next couple of weeks I will be not thinking of infertility and I will be enjoying myself as we embark on a much needed family holiday to Port Douglas. Two weeks in the sun, escaping winter and all the crappiness of the last few months. I feel better as well as my mum is getting on top of her cancer and only has two more chemo treatments and the tumor is definitely shrinking and her prognosis is still good. i spent all day with her yesterday and I feel she has turned a corner. My sister and I were very worried there as she was falling into, what I would call situational depression and had some very dark thoughts. The latest chemo has been modified with different side effects which seem to be more manageable even though it is a stronger dose. I am used to seeing her lovely bald head now and I tell her every day that she still is the most beautiful lady I know (in and out).
I have also signed up (and inspired by Courtney!) for the Arthurs Seat fun run. I definitely need to train as it is 6.8km of an uphill run. We are raising money for cancer research and support and I needed a distraction that coincided with losing excess IVF bloat and toning up for my best friends wedding. Exercise is really one of the greatest natural medicines in the world and after going for my first run in weeks I felt fantastic, albeit sore on Sunday and clearer in my head and heart.
That’s all really. Just a life catch up. xox
I know we all hoped for a miracle. A little well deserved hope for all of those out there that try and try and try but don’t get pregnant.
But I just started spotting, I have the cramps and it is my period – please don’t try to tell me otherwise.
I am upset. Resigned. Disappointed.
I really don’t know if it is worth to continue trying anymore. Is it?
I am not going to lie. I am really tired guys. This year has been a total head fuck with TTC again. It is beyond draining. It is emotional, distressing, upsetting and deflating. There are too many lows and not enough highs.
There are no awards for the good guys in infertility. No awards for just turning up. You have to fight and fight and fight and I just don’t know how much fight I have left.
I’m so sorry. I really wanted to give you guys out there a hells yeah and one for the good guys. I wanted a good news story. I just don’t have one for you.
Big fat vomit.
No testing had 24 hour bug and have been vomiting all night. No liquid left for POAS.
Lots of AF symptoms.
I’ll try again tomorrow
Yesterday I opened the bathroom drawer that contains pads, tampons, OPKs and other period paraphernalia (note this drawer is separate to the infertility drawer that contains medication, needles, vitamins and in addition to the fridge space and pantry space – to clarify) and noted that with the massive OPK order I had done in anticipation for trying naturally I had 20 HPTs. I will let you wait a minute before you read to recover from the hilarity of trying naturally.
I have one lucky stick I am saving for Sunday but I thought to myself ok lets see if the trigger has left my system (translated: I hope the trigger is there if only so I can see two lines) (translated: please let me be pregnant).
Well I didn’t see two. I saw one. The control. Again. The only one I ever fucking see.
Ergo, the trigger is not in my system and at this stage it looks like another failed cycle.
I cried. Of course. Told Chippie who was upset and now it has ruined what was going to be a good day.
Mother fucking infertility. I despise you.
Oh god. I didn’t think I would have this with an IUI but however here I am analyzing every twinge and tweak and suspicious cramp.
TWW is the WORST.
I have veered between slightly borderline optimistic to downright don’t be ridiculous this shit will never work pessimistic.
It feels awesome that Chippies boys really came to the party this time but slightly deflating to know it is my grizzling aging decrepit eggs, NK cell activity and ZERO times this has ever happened in utero (meaning we have only fertilized in vitro). In fact more than slightly deflating, downright depressing.
I thought this time I would start testing out the trigger and then testing to see if it worked because I don’t want to take the clexane needles which hurt like a mofo and leave bruises on my belly. But the actual process of peeing on a stick is really scary. It’s like it puts me into a ball of anxiety before I have even started.
12dp is probably the most realistic date to test – that would be Sunday. I’m going to do it. I think. I don’t know. Dammit. Universe BE KIND.