Archive | March, 2011

Gettin’ Pregnant: Yer Doin’ it Wrong

30 Mar

Along with advice to just stop thinking about it so much (and let the baby juju come to you), researchers are now offering the IF crowd some new advice: During your next fertility treatment, lighten up and have some fun. And get a sense of humor, why don’t you?

I don’t yet have any experience with IVF per se, but I have had my share of US wands and various medical devices shoved where the sun don’t shine. Along with exhibitionists and ladies of the night, only those truly committed to their local public institution of higher learning can say they have gone full-frontal before half a dozen young strangers.

Perhaps the UMN medical school is ahead of their time. Encounter did I one particularly clownish young med student during my HSG (a right of passage for the infertile). As I sat in radiology, dressing gown agape and feeling the breeze, a young gyno resident stood awkwardly beside me. He explained the details of the procedure and, in what I can only assume was an effort to practice his beside manner, offered to hold my hand. Which was really nice (albeit unnecessary- I’m not really a toucher) apart from the fact that he went on to explain how very painful this procedure would be. So painful in fact, that some women cry out in pain- scream even, beg for this to be over. Afterward they feel crampy, spotty, and downright awful – for hours.

And then the team of MDs and their residents walked in, gowned, gloved and sterile. With needles and tubes and speculum, oh my.

The HSG was not as bad as I imagined it would be after this dude’s tale of pain and woe. To his credit, he may have been playing some tricky psychological voodoo on me. Who knows? I got to see my own fallopians and ovaries and as long as I end up pregnant someday, all’s well that ends well.

Times, They Are a’Changing

21 Mar

Ye olde (abandoned) blogue.

Truth be told, it’s not just the blog that has been abandoned but also my quest for healthful food that I make on my own… and babies. No matter, though. I have stayed busy.

No news on the baby front, which is actually good news. I believe everything happens for a reason, and right now that reason is… transition. Because one day I woke up and the snow was gone and, hello! It’s springtime in Minnesota! The sun emerged and all we Great Lakes folks got a triple dose of vitamin D. (Open the windows and throw on a pair of shorts because it’s 45 degrees outside!) Sunshine brings out the best in people up here, wakes us with feelings of pure elation. Like anything is possible.

I have but eight short weeks left until I have completed my program! And life has been eventful. I took a trip to my home state of California to meet my bestie’s babe and rekindled my romance with the Bay Area, started feeling the agonizing pangs of home sickness, only to be greeted once home with news that we might be relocated. We’ll likely move sometime this summer.

I am no stranger to moving across the States. In my lifetime I have lived in Oklahoma, New Mexico, West Texas, California and Minnesota. Leaving everything behind and looking for a new place to call home is definitely one of my greatest fantasies. I drive my husband crazy with these ideas, he who has lived in Minneapolis all his life.

I can say with much conviction that living on the great plains of South Dakota has never been a particular fantasy of mine. But! There’s something dreamy about moving westward (ho!), the way of the settlers- inching toward our goals, moving on and getting lost out in the world. On our own.

I’ve been there, to our future home, on mini-holidays and visiting our friends. The place is lovely; it’s the largest city in the state but still a blank slate really, a budding metropolis. My U of MN bestie lives there and if she can dig it, so can I. As if I were ripping off a band-aid, I am looking forward to this- just to get on with it.

We’ll call it a grand new adventure, living in middle America. Salt of the earth and shit.

And isn’t it perfect that things should change and we should grow in such a way? I turn 30 (THIRTY) later this summer and I am so looking forward to reaching that milestone. It might be the springtime high but I am choosing to feel incredibly optimistic about the future. South Dakota has no idea what it’s in for.

Joke-stah

2 Mar

I find this very amusing!