For those about to read this, whether you are one of the two followers or just happen to freakishly stumble across it I’ll warn you now: tons of downers and lots of crazy rambling will ensue.
I’m not even going to try and remember about my day. At the current moment I’m trying to figure out if I want more junk food or another glass or two or some shots at the moment.
I had a follow up doctor’s appt w my new GYNO and got some rather interesting news. I’ve always known there was something wrong w my womanly reproduction system just not sure what it was (considering my body has only produced two natural cycles in my 31 years of life). In April of last year my previous GYNO told me that everything was essentially fine and if/when we were ready to have children I’d have to start by taking fertility drugs (better known as Clomid). There was no need to cycle and my hormones were ‘in normal ranges’.
However today the new doc did an internal ultrasound (up side I’ve got several eggs in my ovaries) and discovered the lining of my uterus is thin (which means I don’t need the Provera/Progestrone drug b/c it doesn’t make any sense to shed an ultra thin lining if it doesn’t need it). She’s also referred me to an endocrinologist (SP?). To get out the nasty: as it stands right now with what she saw today and the hormone levels from last April, the chance of us conceiving (if/when we decide we are ready for children) is slim to none, i.e. basically impossible. She started to mention the path that we’d have to go down if/when that was decided, i.e. expensive, detailed, high risk probably, and lots of needles (which I kind of panic at the thought of – a few shots a day every day for a month) and then she stopped. She said let’s see what the endocrinologist finds first and go from there.
I hope that all makes sense, I tried to be brief. Now on to how I feel. I was going to try and hold it in and talk to Aaron first, but he’s not going to be home till 9 or so and I had to pick Sasha up from the IL’s. I couldn’t not tell his mom and it all came out. I can’t decide how I really feel. I’m angry that it took this long for somebody else to give a damn about my health and dig a little deeper into my well being. I’m also happy that somebody finally cares even though I’m not trying to get pregnant. I’m utterly sad knowing officially (for the time being) that natural conception isn’t likely. I’ve always been of the mind set of “I’m-not-sure-I-want-kids,but-if-it-happens-it’ll-be-and-I’m-not-one-to-seek-out-purposeful-conception”. After lots of talking w MIL I’m still not a hundred percent sure how I feel. I do truly believe that in order for me to want, no LONG for kids I’ll have to give up my current profession. (at the moment I get all the awesomeness of children – words, connections, language, abilities, etc). In turn it’ll suck if I quit, try to have kids, and then fail; not having these kids to fall back on. My MIL understands how I can enjoy all the greatness and be thankful that I don’t have to deal w all the home problems. It’ll also brings me back to how hubs and I’ve always joked that ‘subconsciously, deep down inside I haven’t wanted kids for fear that I can’t” – that would be TERRIBLE: to want and long only to discover you can’t (I’m so sorry for those out there in this situation). I’m having enough trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that now it’s true; natural conception isn’t likely.
Once again, hope that makes sense. After tears (some muddled and more confusing than the feelings) and a few thoughts: will I now want children since I can’t have them? (isn’t that how life is in general – we always want what we can’t have) will I be so intent on becoming a parent that now it consumes my life? Instead of the blog I want to create will I create a whole second one based on that lack of ability or desire? Will I pick up a distracting, but yet fulfilling hobby that one of my closest friends have done? Will I wallow and turn into the bitter teenager like person I was at 18? Will I envy all those around me who have kids? Will I be angry every time somebody asks that question? Or will I just accept it and say ‘no’ when asked? Will all this worry have been for nothing after talking to the endocrinologist and he/she can help balance my hormones? If they can’t, won’t, or not willing, will I get the guts up to go to an acupuncturist? So many many questions and thoughts.
When Aaron gets home in an hour I have to tell him. I’m not sure how it’s going to go and I’m scared. I wish there was somebody I was close to in the same boat, but then I wouldn’t be an individual would I?
When I got home I picked up the book I got from the goodwill and tried to read it, but my brain was way to busy to absorb it.
Okay, now that I got that out, without tears falling, just welling, I could reflect on my day, but is it important? Will I feel better? Do you care? Should I care?
CCT3 was out sick again. I worked the early shift. I got to do her project: a dirt cup w fish instead of worms to represent dinosaurs. I had to do the DN’s again (she was out yesterday). Dear Fussy didn’t have to many or large breakdowns. We were low again, only 12 instead of 15. I ate tons of junk food: several vanilla wafers, two oreos, about six ‘fish’, some fruit, LO grilled veggies, cheese, crackers, macaroni salad, vino, ice cream, and whoppers.
I like finishing with highs: hubs will be home tonight!
What are you’re thoughts on my randoms?