Yes, I'm getting my head shrunk...

Well, in an attempt to reduce my stress and make this baby thing work, I've gotten myself a therapy appointment. This poor therapist has no idea what she is in for...

I've now talked to two administrative-type people about my therapy needs - one with my insurance, and the other with the therapy place. I have managed to frighten both of them. They wanted to know why I felt I needed therapy - so I told them. Basically, I'm going to help manage my stress so that I might conquer these fertility issues. However, the list of contributing factors to all that stress is really long and complicated - and I manage to recite it all in about 5 seconds, in one breath. Thus, frightened administrative people. oops.

I'm either a therapist's dream or nightmare - I guess it'll depend on the therapist. I'm sure that within the first 10 minutes, she'll be blocking out a time slot for me for the next two years. Oh well...I have good insurance, and she needs to put dinner on the table. I guess it works out for everybody.

So, I'll keep you guys posted on my head shrinking adventure. We also go back to the doctor next week to work out our next plan of attack, and start taking some more hormones. This poor therapist - she's going to really think I'm nuts when I show up to my third session all crazy on hormones. Yeah...we should all feel bad for her...she's in for it.

Babysitting Brilliance...

The 7-month old nephew wasn't feeling well today, so he is spending the afternoon with me here at home, since I'm working from home today. For a bit there it was touch and go, because he wanted to play, and I needed to be working (ignore the fact that I'm blogging right now - I'm waiting on a phone call).

So...I have my other laptop propped up on a trashcan next to him (he's hanging out in his carseat - we're lacking baby-friendly space on the floor here in the office), and he's watching Baby Einstein videos off of YouTube. What did we ever do before the internet?

He's giggling, and I'm back to work. Yay!

Long time, no blog...

Howdy all! Well, it has been quite a while since I've been on here updating you all. We've been really busy. The news most fitting for the blog is that we decided to take this month off from the fertility grind. We figured we needed some sanity, and this is a stressful and busy month for us. Given all that, we figured my uterus would be on strike, so we might as well not waste our time (not to mention the pricey vial of frozen pop). :-)

I must say, it has been nice not living at the doctor's office, struggling through the hormones without turning into the spinning head chick from Exorcist, and counting the days until the next "pee on a stick" morning.

I was talking to a friend at work who went through the fertility rollercoaster years ago - and she made a very true statement..."don't you find that the months no longer have 30 days? It isn't the 12th of July, it is day number 9 of my cycle". I found that to be soooo true.

So, for one month at least, it is the 11th of August. I have no idea what day of my cycle it is, nor do I care. We are a bit sad about skipping a month, but I have to say...it is liberating.

On a side note - to combat the only remaining fertility inhibitor that I have any control over, I'm signing myself up for therapy and kick boxing. I'm not sure which one will be more successful at reducing my stress - but my money is on the kick boxing. :-)