Monday, May 12, 2008

Clomid

A very basic update:

We're still waiting for my period to start; it's been over six weeks since the last one began (on March 28th). No, I'm not pregnant; that's just how my body works (or doesn't work).

It's been almost a year since we started trying to conceive so we're stepping things up a notch or two by trying Clomid (a fertility drug that helps stimulate ovulation) this cycle. We'll then continue testing at home to try to predict when the egg (or eggs) will pop and probably go to the fertility clinic for an intrauterine insemination where Delia shoots a load in the lab, they "wash" her sperm, and they shoot it directly into my uterus.

Normally they suggest trying clomid for three cycles before doing any extra lab procedures but Delia is waiting on this before she starts hormones. Also? I can't say that I wouldn't want to go ahead with the luhBOREuhtory procedures after this much waiting. Because there's something appealing to me about an aliens-in-labcoats science-y conception. On top of that the Clomid actually does a counterproductive number on women's cervical mucous, making it more "hostile" to sperm (basically it dries up your pussy); why keep plugging away at it in bed if the pussy is being sabotaged? Answer: because it costs $225 for sperm wash/prep and $175 for the insemination so maybe we *should* try it in bed one round first.

Now that we have done all of the usual tests and know that I still have eggs, they do still pop (sometimes), my tubes are not blocked, Delia's sperm is good, my blood work indicates everything is normal, and we've tried an assortment of tricks and techniques at home, there's not a lot we can do except either wait or take things to the pharmaceutical and medical levels. Delia has put her transition on hold long enough (and I fucking HATE waiting for something to happen) so we're going to go for the med-voodoo.

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Monday, April 21, 2008

Nursing Mama Doll & Ovulation Update

This has to be one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen:



Found via Hobo Stripper who led me to Enchanted Gypsy where I found her store.

I love people who make beautiful things, and beautiful TOUCHABLE things are especially wonderful.

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I've been testing my pee every day for the past couple of weeks to try to catch my hormone surge leading to ovulation; I'm worried this will be another cycle where I don't even pop an egg; it seems like it would have happened by now, plus I just don't feel like anything's been going on in there; usually I feel some cramps for a few days; I've only had maybe three momentary pinches. We are wondering if having less sex (trying to save up the sperm) is decreasing whatever stimulation I might need to pop an egg.

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Friday, February 29, 2008

Blood Test

Again, I'm not pregnant.

My period started on Sunday. Want to know what really bad cramps feel like? Read all about my Sunday cramps HERE.

On Tuesday I had my blood tested; I got the results the next day and was told my hormone levels are "within normal range". You'd think they could tell you how wide this range is and which END of the range I'm at, but whatever. I guess normal is as good as it gets. The results I got were for FSH (follicle stimulating hormone) which is released from the pituitary gland, and Estradiol (released from ovaries). I am still waiting to hear the results on the thyroid test.

As far as how I fare with needles, I think I'm fairly average. I am not scared of them and sometimes even enjoy watching OTHER people get poked by them, but I prefer not to watch them sticking ME. I do not like pain and watching it happening makes it too easy to exaggerate the sensations so I just look away.

As an adolescent I couldn't stand the thought of having blood drawn from my arm so I'd insist on finger pokes, which I now realize is THE MOST PAINFUL because of all the nerve endings. Part of why I shrunk from doing it the normal way is that I hated the thought of them digging around in my arm trying to find a vein, imagining my internal strings and tubes being wiggled around. Now I am fine with it as long as I don't have to look at it. That's a good thing, because I am a veinless wonder. The past two times I've had blood drawn they attempted it from my arm, but my veins eluded them so they had to draw from the back of my hand. I don't mind it, but the bruise afterwards makes me look like an old damaged lady. Gross.

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